Chapter 3

I shan't be long, mother. My work is almost done.

A tall, heavily clothed man entered a bar at the corner of East 87 Street near Central Park. It was slightly crowded, the majority of people having already had more than enough to drink. The man, a top hat upon his head, was dressed in a very clean black tuxedo, with a white formal shirt underneath and a red tie. Around his back was a cape accessory that attached to the shoulders of the tux, and on his hands were black leather gloves. He looked like something out of a 19th century book; very sophisticated, however, out of place. He took a seat at the bar, observing his surroundings before he was greeted by the bar tender, a youthful woman who could not have been any older than twenty-five. She had pale, soft skin, long black hair and light blue eyes, with a gentle voice to top it all off.

"Can I get you anything sir?" The woman asked the well-dressed man.

"Not yet, miss, I shan't be drinking just yet. Give me a moment, please?"

"Uh, okay buddy. Well, when you want something, just call out my name. It's Rebekah. I'll be over there, " the woman said as she pointed to the opposite end of the bar before leaving for that position.

The man gave a nodding gesture before he once again took in his surroundings. He set his sights on a lovely young woman who sat merely three stools to his left. She was not very big; though she had to have been at least 19 years old, no less. She had long brown hair, down to her mid-back, hazel eyes, tan skin and a pretty face; and best of all, she was alone. She was scantily clad though, revealing lots of skin, mostly legs, arms and cleavage.

Four and whore rhyme aright; I shan't be long, mother.

"Excuse me, young lady. Are you alone on this fine Monday evening?"

The woman quirked and eyebrow at him before responding. Her voice was of an insulting, almost degrading tone. "What do you care, buddy?"

"My apologies, please. I do not mean to be rude; I simply was wondering if you were alone, is all. If you would care to grace me with your presence for a drink?"

She studied over his appearance, and her first judgment of him was, "Damn, he's rich. Lindsay, ol' girl, you've hit it big tonight."

"Sure, buddy. Take a seat right here next to me. Why don't you buy be a drink, mmkay?"

The man smiled, ecstatically moving over to sit beside the woman. He called Rebekah over and ordered a drink for himself and for the woman. The young lady questioned him now, in a more friendly tone. "So, what's your name, hun?"

"Oh, it's Thomas."

"Tommy, yeah? My name's Lindsay."

Thomas smiled with glee, handing the drink to her once Rebekah brought it over.

Lindsay asked, straight out. "So, how much money you got?"

Thomas seemed a bit caught off guard, nearly choking on his drink. "Pardon me?"

"How much money do you have? That's why you're here, right? You want some fun, I need some money. So, how much you got?"

"Enough," said Thomas, suddenly in a serious tone. "I have enough for the whole night."

Lindsay raised her brows now in a surprised look. "Well, that will be interesting. But I only work for two hours at most per person. So, you're gonna have to cope."

"No, you see," said Thomas, taking another swig of his drink. "I've got enough for the whole time, and I'm willing to give it all to you, plus more if you wish, for the entire night. Do you want the money?"

Lindsay looked away for a moment, biting her lip as if contemplating what to do. She finally agreed, "Okay, the whole night. But just for the money." She took another sip before continuing, "You're going to have some fun tonight, Tommy-boy. I can assure you that." She smiled before she finished the rest of the drink.

Thomas grinned as he watched her, whispering under his breath, "It's what I have planned."

The two continued to talk with each other for several hours, as Thomas continued ordering drinks for Lindsay. He, however, opted to stop after the first one. Lindsay was too concerned with the money she was offered that she didn't realize how drunk she was getting. And all the while, Thomas kept the drinks coming.

Rebekah finally voiced her concern, "You sure she's okay, pal? She looks a little...smashed."

"Oh, do not worry dear Rebekah. I am a good friend of hers, I shall take her home upon my leave."

"Well, okay..." responded Rebekah, still sounding concerned as she walked to the other end of the bar.

Lindsay spoke, her words all mumbled and incoherent. "Maybe I should...stop drin-" She hiccupped before finishing, "drinking."

"If you wish, my precious. As a matter of fact, that would be for the best. We have some business to attend to." Thomas took her hand as he stood up from the stool and led her outside. It was nearly 1AM. Rebekah called over to him before he left, "Take care, ok pal? And make sure she gets home safe."

"Of course, my dear. This young lady is going home very shortly."

Thomas snickered as he turned away from Rebekah before exiting the bar. Lindsay was nearly hanging onto him, with her arms wrapped around his neck. He had his hands around her as well, to support her up, as he walked down the sidewalk. Lindsay was muttering to herself all the while, most of it mindless dribble that made no sense. She did, however, direct something to Thomas. It was a bit frank, to say the least.

"I'm going to fuck you good, Tommy. Don't you worry; this will be the best sex of your life. You're going to have some fun."

"Fun, indeed, my pet. Now shut your mouth, you wretched whore, before you attract attention."

Lindsay responded as if saddened, although she remembered not a word of it, she was so drunk. "Hey, that's not nice. I'm going to have to..." She trailed off in mid-speak and became silent once again. There were not many out in the streets at this time, mostly young people about her age, all of them surely just as drunk. There was no one in the immediate vicinity, that is, no one in viewing distance of them, and Thomas took this opportunity to duck away into a dark alley on the side of the street.

"Hey, where are we Tommy?" Muttered Lindsay, her head hanging low.

"Keep your mouth shut, whore. Or I will cut your wretched lips off."

He reached the end of the alleyway, in near total darkness, as he nearly tossed Lindsay to the floor. He beckoned to her in a whisper, "Get up!"

Lindsay sounded as if she was sobbing, but it was doubtful. She was too drunk to know what was happening. Thomas continued, "Take off your pants, now."

"I usually don't do this in an alley. You're strange, Tommy."

"Shut your mouth and take off your God damned pants."

Lindsay nearly lost her balance, but did as Thomas said. Both her hands went to the rim of her shorts, leaving her completely defenseless. And with those black-gloved hands, he quickly wrapped them around her neck, preventing her from screaming out. His grip tightened with every second, as she was slowly losing balance. She dropped to her knees, quickly losing consciousness before her eyelids shut. Thomas now laid her down flat on her back, with her head to his left. Whether she was alive or dead after Thomas had choked her mattered not, for he pulled out a large knife that was carefully hidden underneath the upper-piece of the tuxedo. He reached over Lindsay's right side, to the left side of her neck, and made a clean cut across her neck downward, towards him. This method caused the blood to spurt away from him, preventing his clothes from being unduly bloodstained.

With his left hand, he placed his thumb and index finger on opposite sides of her cheek and squeezed inward, opening her mouth. Again with his left hand, he took hold of the tip of her tongue and with the knife, made a clean cut at the back of her mouth, slicing out her tongue. He lifted it up before his eyes, and, placing the knife on the ground for a moment, reached back inside his tuxedo and pulled out a small plastic bag, in which he placed the tongue in, and then placed the bag back into his tuxedo.

"No talking to the cops now, okay my pet?" Thomas laughed before he began stripping her of her clothes. With her clothes tossed to the side, and her body completely in the nude Thomas proceeded to remove her sexual organs with one clean stroke of the knife. He surely had some experience with using a knife, as he made no faults to his victims; no second attempts.

With his left hand, he pulled out a small handkerchief and wiped the blood clean from the knife, before placing both back into his tuxedo, back into hiding. He pulled out a note from another pocket of his tuxedo, with words already written on it. He then pulled out a large nail from that same pocket, and placed the note to her forehead with the nail at the top, directly in the middle of her forehead. He pushed down, driving the small metal spike into her skull.

He gazed over his latest bit of work, smiling in the darkness with complete satisfaction. And as he turned away from the scene, he thought to himself.

Four and whore rhyme aright; Jack will have some fun tonight.