Disclaimer: I really don't know why I'm still doing this, it's only hurting people…ok, it's only hurting me, but still!

Dedication: Paris, this is for you, you got me off my butt in the first place so I could finish Satine lives on, thankyou sis.

When we left off, Satine and Christian had been running from the killer...
"What's his name?" Satine said, Christian looked at Satine, her eyes were filling with tears. "His name is..."

"Jack" Christian said. There was a moment when the only sounds were the pounding of feet to pavement and panting. "Just Jack?" Satine asked. "No, not 'Just Jack' Jack the, Jack the ripper" Christian said, turning green at the origins of his name. "Why 'the ripper'?" Satine asked, "He used to kill his victims with surgical precision. He'd slit their throats to silence them, then he'd do grievous harm to their bodies." Christian said, feeling even more sickly than before. "He's not human," Christian said. "Oh, come on, I'm not all that bad am I?" Jack said from behind them. "Jack?" Satine said, she felt as though her legs were going to give way. "Before he disappeared, he sent one last latter to the police. It read 'I love my work, and I intend to start again. Yours Jack the Ripper.' They never caught him, and after all this time, no one really thought he'd do it again." Christian said as they walked into the 'shelter' of an alleyway. "Well they were wrong." Jack's voice sounded, sending chills throughout Satine and Christian. "Satine, I love you." Christian said. "Quick, let's go to the church!" Satine said as they ran from the ally. Jack was still following them stealthily. They were so close now; just feet from the church, but then police came running at them. "Christian!" Satine screamed as they approached. "Mademoiselle, we need your assistance at the morgue." The police said, leading the couple out of Jack's sight. They had slipped from him, but he wouldn't let it happen again. Upon arrival, they met with a Doctor Samuels. "We have a Jane-Doe who needs identification. "Jane-Doe?" Satine said, "Yes, it's the name we give when we have no information on the person. "Ok" Satine, said. The Doctor took a piece of sheet in his hand and pulled off to reveal a body that had had some surgery done, without consent. "There's no slit at the throat, we're thinking that he did this one live, his new fetish." The Doctor said. Satine stared horror stricken at the face of her fellow dog. "That's..."

To be continued...

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