Chapter 1
The next morning came. Jonathan Crane woke up. It was just after dawn; far too early for someone who might be asked to work the nightshift at any time. He sat up and slid his legs around the side of his bed. He gathered his eyes with his fingers, as he was clearly still half asleep. The thing was, was that ever since he had started his new case, he hadn't been able to sleep much, as his mind was plagued with the horrors of it, and of what he was to do about it.
Jonathan was a detective. He liked his job, as it was rather interesting for him. Lately though, Interesting was just one of the words to describe it. Another would be 'shocking' or even just plain 'creepy'. The new case that he was working on was one that seemed to go on forever. It was of the infamous serial killer, 'Jack the Ripper'. Why a man would go around slaughtering defenceless women was beyond Crane. The next question was 'was the killer even a man?' It might even be a woman. Then, why would a woman go around killing? As you can see, life for him at present wasn't particularly him. It was also no surprise that he didn't have much of a social life. In fact, this new case had almost destroyed all of his life. The questions were all that he could think of.
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Upon arriving, Jonathan sat down at his desk. He knew that there would be a pile of papers for him. Sure enough, they soon arrived. He picked up the first piece and started to examine it. What he was something truly horrifying; it was the corpse of a dead woman, her neck had been slit and her dress was particularly red. This was possibly because of the fact that her entire body was cushioned in a thick mat of blood on the ground. He turned the picture over, looking for some sort of explanation. He read the message;
Female, around the age of 23, photograph taken the morning after the alleged murder.
9th of January, 1870
That was only last night. By the looks of things, the picture was taken rather early in the morning, possibly a few hours before he had woken up. Poor woman, he thought. He knew that society look rather poorly upon prostitution, but even so. No woman deserved to be treated in that manner. If the 'Ripper' was ever caught, Crane thought that that should be his punishment; having done to him what he had done to those women. He sighed, putting the paper back onto the desk and going for another. It simply told him what he had to do that day; find out the same answers as everyday. He looked around at the others, working on their own assignments. They had it so easy, compared to him. He got up and went to given permission to go out to investigate. He left with the usual expression painted on his face; an unhopeful look.
Sorry about the chapter being so short. I'm just dividing this fic up like it's in real time, if you see what I mean. This goes for all chapters.