Well, here it Is, the first blast to the past. Enjoy.
Date: - 1888, October 19.
Time: - Midnight.
Whereabouts: - London, unknown old church.
A man in his late twenties stood at the foot of a large, coloured glass window. There wasn't much glass remaining in the window frame, but what was remaining, was too smashed to make out the picture of Mary and Jesus who once watch over the church. The man wasn't looking at the broken window though, nor was he trying to make out the glass picture that was once there. Instead, he was silently crying. A single tear ran down his cheek as he stared out at the emptiness of the sky over London city. He had simple clothes on that weren't to rich in fabric and his hair was combed and black.
"Are you alright my son?" a sudden female voice asked from behind.
He swung round to find an elderly nun looking at him with concern in her eyes. He stared at her for a while before realising he had been crying and so whipped his tears away.
"Yes, thank you sister," he said in a deep voice. "I… I was just thinking," he said then turned to face the window again.
"Is it about her again," she asked and he stiffened up. "Has she done something to harm you? I though you said that you had gotten through to her?" she asked all at once, she was confused but also trying to comfort him.
"She has done nothing but try," he hissed. "But he killed her," he said then faced her once more.
"She's… Dead?" The nun asked as the man nodded. "But John, how?"
"The London murderer killed her!" he nearly yelled at her.
"You mean, the Ripper? Oh dear," the Nun said then walked over to take him in a small embrace.
"I will get my revenge," he hissed in rage.
The nun let go of him and watched as his hand shook. She then looked round the church, for any sign of the living before turned to face John again.
"I think Jack the Ripper has killed enough. Follow me my son, and you will have your revenge while setting out Gods will," she said then John watched her as she began to move towards the old, large double doors that stood at the fare end of the hall. "Come!" she said as he followed.
John followed the nun through the large doors and then down a second hall. They both soon reached a small door that looked like the nun was only just able to fit in as she was quiet small.
"Through here," she instructed as John looked at the door.
The door looked like the oldest thing in the whole church. It was a old and extremely thick oak with black, rusty brackets to keep it in place. In the centre, was a gargoyles head with a large ring in it mouth, so it could be used to pull open the door as there was no handle. The nun adventured into her pocket to show a old keg. She fitted it into the key hole that was placed at the very top of the door, and turned. The door swung open to reviled darkness.
"Follow me," the nun commanded.
"Why? Where does this lead to?" John asked curiously.
"To your new beginning, and the Rippers end," the nun said as John raised a eyebrow.
He thought for a while, while looking into the darkness, and then back at the nun. He then nodded and leaned down, so to fit through the door after the nun. John felt himself walking down a set of spiral stairs. They soon saw a light below. John felt unsure that he really wanted to go down any thuther but, the other part of him, the part that loved and lost his lover to the Ripper, began to control his feet and force him down. When they reached the bottom, all John could see was two flaming touches that stood either side of a medium sized pillar. On the pillar, was a two sided masquerade masks with the bottom half missing. The sides came round in a almost fang type way and would fit nicely on the wears cheeks. The mask was split in two, with half being black and the other being white.
"What is this? You brought me down here to see a party mask?" John asked.
"No," the Nun shook her head. "This mask is no ordinary mask. It was once worn by the Archangel Michael."
"What?" He asked looking unsure.
"It was part of his armor when he fought the Dragon in heaven during the war," she explained.
John looked at the mask in a mix of emotions, unsure what to say or do but he did feel drawn to the mask. As he looked at it more, he began to hear voices. It was like several voices talking over each other that all spoke different languages.
"Can you hear that?" He asked looking confused.
"You hear the voices?" She asked with a smile. "Proof that you are the chosen one."
"Chosen one?" He asked trying to shake the voices.
"This Ripper has gone on with his terrorizing rampage long enough," she said. "I think it's time someone should stop him."
"Wait, what? Me?" John asked in shock as he looked at the nun. "I know I said I wanted my revenge but do you really think I'm the man for such a job?"
"The mask has chose you," she said simply. "And it has never ben wrong. You are a good man John. I've watched you grow from boy to man and no matter what, you have remained on the right path, God's path. The mask will provide you with its power, the power of the wearers."
"The power of an Angel?" He asked as she nodded and put a hand on his shoulder.
"The power of our Lord," she smiled as he looked over at the mask.
He thought for a moment, the voices still talking before he finally took the mask from the nun and held it. Although it looked like a normal mask, the feel was not that of pot but almost like cold but soft, human flesh. He turned the mask over and looked inside of it before drawing the mask closer until it touched his face…