Jonathan raced through the streets of Whitechapel. How could he have been so stupid? Why now, why him, why Lisa? She was a good person, and now, if he didn't find her, she would end up being a report, and another part of Jack's grotesque game. He had been through nearly every street, when he came to Buckle Street. If Jack was going to strike, there was a fair chance that this would be the place (or somewhere in that area). Jonathan was getting out of breath, but he had to keep going; Lisa's life was on the line. He had got her into this mess, so he had to bring her out of it.
The air was growing colder by the minute, the sky was growing darker, and the sounds that he could hear were those like screams. He kept telling himself that it was just the wind, but it was no good. In the back of his mind, the lingering picture of her death method kept haunting him, like the ghost that would get children on this type of night. No, you couldn't even call it a night, because it was now the very earliest minutes of the morning. He always hated to be out at night, but with a life on the line, it was all the more terrifying. He ran through the streets, mentally reciting each of their names, until he came to Colchester Street. After this, it would be Buckle Street. He was getting closer. He knew that it was a matter of will he-won't he luck right now. Just pure luck. He hoped with every ounce of himself that Lady Luck was on his side.
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At his destination, sure enough, there she was, with Jack (and the rabbit, which had now been thrown to the floor). Well, it wasn't exactly the street, but it was an alleyway just beside it.
Lisa really didn't know what to think. She couldn't. Here she was, having a sick staring contest with Death, and she was lip-lock with her potential murderer. This was the man that had murdered six women (five of which had been advertised more than the last, which was her sister). By the end of all of this, it would probably be seven, but she really couldn't care less. She knew that she was insane thinking this, but it didn't really bother her. Besides, she could help but think that Jack looked so much like Jonathan. They both had the same blue eyes, the same high cheek bones, the same … well, everything! This was like a bolder Crane (except the fact that this was also psychopathic).
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Crane
Colchester Street… Buckle Street! Here we are, he thought to himself. He reached into his pocket and took out his little save-it-for-a-rainy-day object; his handgun. If Jack was there, this time, Jon was going to give him what was coming to him. He wasn't going to let some bastard just take Lisa's life for his own bizarre reasons. Not his Lisa. He reached Buckle Street, but then saw that they weren't there. Shit, he muttered to himself. Right now, Jonathan was pretty vexed. Then he saw the alley way. They had to be there. Where else would they be?
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Lisa stood there for a moment to catch her breath. Unless he suddenly turned on her, there was no way that she was going to leave here for the next ten minutes, or so. At first, jack had seemed to have kissed her just to shut her up, but now, he was just coming back for more. When he had done this again, she didn't resist (like she had dine the last five times, or so). She just basked in the moment, fully enjoying herself. Then she saw it, the very thing that tore her away from him; Jonathan. He was just standing there, and by the looks of things, wasn't too happy. He seemed confused, as well. Oh well, it wasn't like he wanted her, anyways. But at the same time, Lisa, Jack and Jon just stared at one another, all confused and not knowing what was to follow.