Jack The Ripper Chapter 5: Casualty Massacre, a sonic the hedgehog fanfic

Hey yall! Joe Stalin here with Chapter 5 of 'Jack The Ripper'! For those of you who thought the last chapter was a bit lightweight and lacking in susupense, wait until you read this next chapter! I scared myself writing this, and hopefully it will do the same to you all!

The song by the way is 'Voulez Vous' by Abba.

Lets do it!

Jack The Ripper

Chapter 5- Casualty Massacre

'Jack Strikes Again! Sonic Falls To The Ripper!'

''Bastards! He isn't even dead!''

Rouge snarled and flung the paper across the room. It exploded as soon as it made contact with the wall, pages flying off in all directions. She had every right to be angry.

Sonic had been shot and rendered unconscious. Luckily for him, the emergency services had arrived in the nick of time and rushed him to Station Square Hospital where he had been put on life support.

From the amount of blood he was losing, every expecting him to die, but Sonic was a fighter. Although he had still not regained consciousness, Sonic had been taken off life support later that night, and with luck on his side he would regain consciousness soon. Unfortunately, the press had got onto the story. The headline had proved that. And everyone knew who had perpetrated the crime. Jack.

It was obvious to Rouge now. Jack was following them. They weren't safe even in a group, and that terrified her the most. No matter how many people had been at the club, Jack had still managed to track them down and single Sonic out. He was unstoppable.

Despite the fact that there were over two hundred people in the club that night, none of them had seen anything that could help the police track down Jack. From the angle of the shot, he had been staked out on the top floor gantry overlooking the dance floor. It was dark up there, so no one had seen a thing. And due to the loud music, no one had heard the shot. If Jack had missed, no one would have known he was there.

But he hadn't, and the general public was in outcry. The Ripper had struck again, and no one knew who would be the next person to fall.

Rouge sighed. She was sat in the hospital waiting room, the same one the others had sat in when Amy had been killed. She had accompanied Sonic to the hospital, and had been waiting ever since. She, like everyone else, had been expecting the worst, but Sonic had proven them all wrong. It was just like him to pull of such a stunt. Even in the face of death, Sonic had come through. It brought a smile to Rouges face, which faded as the door opened and Cream walked in.

''I just spoke to the doctor Rouge. They said Sonic's gonna be okay!'' Cream cried. Rouge walked upto her and pulled her into a hug.

''Its okay Cream! We all know Sonics a fighter! It'll take more than this to bring him down!'' Rouge smiled. Cream returned the gesture.

''I was so worried Rouge. After everything thats happened tonight, I was bracing myself for the worst! But he's okay!'' Cream stifled a sob and sat down. Her eyes focused on the discarded newspaper on the far side of the room.

''They didn't take long did they?'' Cream snarled. The press had been harrassing her all day, asking her questions about Jack. She was worn out.

''No they didn't! The bastards! They don't care about Sonic, they just want to start a panic!'' Rouge growled and sat next to Cream.

''Well they're doing a good job! Its all over the news and in every newspaper!'' Cream said. Rouge turned to look at her.

''Did you come alone?'' Cream nodded.

Rouge was secretly relieved. The last thing she wanted was to have to face the guys, considering they were now the prime suspects.

Each of them had had a perfect opportunity to hit Sonic that night. It had been crowded, meaning that they could have blended in without being noticed. No one would have spotted them if one of them had decided to make his way to the top gantry. Rouge couldn't beleive she was thinking like this, but maybe Cream was right. Maybe one of them really was Jack. She had to find out for sure.

''Cream? When Eggman invited you to the bar, did you see Knuckles by any chance?'' Cream shook her head.

''No, I didn't. He wasn't there when we got there. At least, I didn't think he was''

So that put Knuckles in the spotlight. Where had he been when he had said he would be at the bar? Could he have merged into the crowd and made his way to the gantry? Wherever he had been when Sonic had been shot, according to Cream he wasn't at the bar.

'What about Eggman Cream? Did he stay with you at the bar all that time?'' ToRouges surprise, Cream shook her head.

''He siad he had spotted someone in the crowd when we reached the bar, and then he disapeared into the crowd. He didn't come back''

Rouge frowned. Had Eggman really seen someone he knew in the crowd, or did he lie to enable him to leave the bar without Cream becoming suspicious?

And as for Tails. He had told Sonic and Rouge that he was going to the smoking sector for a fag. Had he done that, or had he made his way to the gantry?

Rouge felt sick. She didn't want to believe that one of her friends could have done such a sickening thing. But the more she thought about it, the more it began to make sense. They had all known Shadows home address, and they had also know that Amy was going out drinking. Their alibies for that night seemed patchy as well. Eggman had taken off from the club without telling Knuckles or Tails. He could have easily made it to 'Whitechapel Way' in enough time to find Amy, and could have easily been lying about his arthritis.

Tails had said he had left the club that night and gone home. Had he really done that? Could he have made his way to 'Whitechapel Way' in enough time to kill Amy, and then cut his leg in the process?

As for Knuckles, he said he was drunk out of his skull. But Rouge knew Knuckles, and she knew it took more than a few drinks to knock the red echinda out. What did he really do that night?

Cream looked at Rouge, who had a thoughtful look on her face.

''Do you think one of them could have shot Sonic, Rouge?'' Rouge sighed.

''I don't know Cream. I don't know what to beleive anymore. Before all this, I thought I knew you all. And now I'm starting to think that one of them is a serial killer. Maybe I'm going mad!''

Cream lay a hand on Rouges shoulder.

''I feel the same. I don't want to think like this Rouge, but I can't help it! I'm scared of what could happen next!'' Rouge looked at the young rabbit.

''Don't worry Cream. You can stay at my place tonight if you want! We can stay up all night watching tv and eating sweets! What do you say?'' Cream smiled.

''I'd like that!'' Rouge returned the smile.

At that moment, the waiting room door opened, and a young doctor walked into the room.

''I'm soory laides, but I'll have to ask you to leave. Visiting hours are over''

Rouge walked up to the doctor.

''Is Sonic going to be okay?'' The doctor nodded.

''He's in a stable condition. We'll contact you if anything happens'' Rouge smiled.

''Thank you doctor! Come on Cream, that tv isn't gonna watch itself!''

The two ladies made their way out of the waiting room and down the corridor. As the doctor proceeded to lock up the room, someone walked up behind him.

''Everything okay Doctor Harris?'' the doctor turned to face the physician.

''Yes thank you Doctor Eggman. I'll be leaving now. Do you wish to acompany me to the pub for a quick drink?'' Eggman shook his head.

''No thank you, I have much work to be getting on with! I expect it to be a late night tonight!'' Doctor Harris smiled.

''Okay then, but remember to tell the caretaker when you intend to leave. He should be arriving in a few hours. See you tomorow!''

Doctor Harris turned and walked down the corridor. Behind him, Eggman sighed and shook his head.

''Yes indeed! A very long night!''

It was 12:10PM as Doctor Eggman sat in his office. On his desk was a mountain of paper work, which he was just beginning to sort through. At the rate he was going, he would be up until dawn! Stil, at least it was quiet in the hospital.

His office was on the far side of the hospital, away from the main wards and the patients. All Eggman could here as he continued to work through his files, was complete silence.

Eggman looked up suddenly. Was he imagining it, or had he just heard something out in the corridor? No, that wasn't possible. He was just working too hard that was all. Still, he could have sworn he had heard something.

Eggman sighed and rubbed his forehead.

''I work way too hard!'' He muttered as he put down his pen. With a slight grunt, he lay back in his chair, and closed his eyes. He would relax for a few minutes, and then get back to work.

His eyes flew open. He had heard something. Definently. Footsteps. Out in the corridor. But that wasn't possible. The caretaker wasn't due for another two hours, and no one else had any right to be down here so late. There were no patients in his area, and the waiting room was closed for the night. But he had definetly heard footsteps, that he was certain.

With a grunt, Eggman climbed out of his chair and walked to the door of his office. He peered through the glass into the corridor, and waited.

Nothing. Not a sound. Eggman sighed and turned away from the window. Just as he did however, soemthing caught his eye. Something had moved.

Eggman snarled and peered through the glass. Someone was trespassing in his area of the hospital. No one, not the nurses or visitors of any kind were to be down this side of the hospital at this time of night. When he found out who it was, there would be hell to pay.

Eggman opened the door and peered out into the corridor. As it was so late, the only light came from the dim industrial lights on the ceiling. This mean that the corriodr itself was dark, and eery. Egman didn't really mind most times, but at that moment it unnerved him. He didn't know why, but deep down he was scared.

Closing the door behind him, Eggman stepped out into the corridor.

''Hello? Is there anyone there?'' He called out.

Silence. Not a sound. Eggman breathed deeply and began walking down the corridor. If this was a windup, he didn't find it funny. But he had definetly heard something, and he intended to find out what.

He stopped as he came to the end of the corridor. It split off into two further corridors.The leftcorridorled to other end of the hospital, to the wards and staff room. Theright corridorled to the surgical labs, the operation rooms, the storage cupboards.

Eggman tensed up as he heard something. A voice, coming from the right corridor.

''Here comes a candle to light you to bed. And here comes a chopper to chop off your head''

It made Eggmans blood run cold. The voice he had just heard was like none he had ever heard before. It was stripped of all emotion, and had come out as barely a whisper. No one he knew had a voice like that.

Eggman was sweating. He wanted to run back to his office and call the police. But he couldn't. He was terrified. Terrified of what ever it was chasing him back to his office and trapping him. He could run down the other corriodr to the wards, but the corridor was long, and there was every chancewhoever it waswould get him long before he reached help.

He had no choice. He had to go on.

With a snarl, Eggman walked down the dim corridor. In front of him lay the surgical rooms. They always made him nervous. People had died on those rooms on those operating tables, and it made him nervous. But whoever was hidng down there was definetly alive. And Eggman was determined to find out who it was.

He cam to a halt suddenly. He could here something else. But this time it wasn't a voice. It was music. Loud music coming from one of the operating theatres. He strained to here what it was. It took him completely by surprise.

People everywhere
A sense of expectation hanging in the air
Giving out a spark
Across the room your eyes are glowing in the dark
And here we go again, we know the start, we know the end
Masters of the scene
We've done it all before and now we're back to get some more
You know what I mean

It was Abba. Someone was playing an Abba song in one of the operating rooms. Eggman was stunned, but he snapped out of it. He now knew exactly where the person was, and he was going to catch him.

As Eggman made his way down the corridor, the music grew louder.

Voulez-vous (ah-ha)
Take it now or leave it (ah-ha)
Now is all we get (ah-ha)
Nothing promised, no regrets
Voulez-vous (ah-ha)
Ain't no big decision (ah-ha)
You know what to do (ah-ha)
La question c'est voulez-vous
Voulez-vous...

He reached the area of corridor where the music was coming from. But what he saw sent a shiver down his spine.

On the floor leading upto the operating room, bloody footprints. Leading straight into the room. Eggman tired not to retch, and cautiously made his way further into the corridor. The music was definetly coming from the room where the crimson footprints led. Eggman wasn't sure now whether the person he was trying to find may be injured. But he would find that out one he had found him.

With fresh determination, Eggman threw open the doors to the operating room, expecting to find his man. But instead, all he saw was an empty ward. But he had found where the music was emitting from.

On one of the instrument trolleys was a battered CD player. It was from this the song was coming from. But who had put it there he wondered?

As he walked into the room, he passed a trolley of medical instruments. Scalpels, forceps and assorted blades flashed in the dim lighting. Eggman ignored them, and walked upto the CD player.

From this angle, he could amke out several stains covering its casing. In the dim lighting, it looked to him like dried blood. It made him feel sick.

Suddenly, a sound behind him made him tense up. Metal sliding on metal, like cutlery in a draw. He wasn't alone in the room.

And that when he turned round and faced the person behind him. What he saw made him gasp.

''Oh my God!'' He stammered. It was the last thing he ever said.

The scalpel sliced down, burying itself in Eggmans throat. He stumbled back and crahsed into the CD player. It fell off the trolley. and crashed to the floor. Amazingly, it continued to play its song.

The song continued to play through the room, as Jack continued to stab the prone Eggman with the instruments from the medical trolley...

It wasn't until two hours later that the caretaker made his way into the operating room. What took him by surprise was the body bag layed out on the operating table. No one had told him about that when he had arrived.

As he flicked on the lights, he was shocked to discover the mess on the floor. Blood, splattered all over the floor. A medical trolley was overturned, and scalpels and all sorts were strewn all across the room. But what shocked him the most was the body bag. It was open.

As he carefully lifted the medical trolley back onto its wheels, the caretaker couldn't help but look into the open body bag.

His resultingscream could be heard throughout the hospital.

Inside the body bag, was Eggman. Or at least...what was left of him.

Well, what do you think? Jacks gonna be a lot more vicious from now on in! Please R&R and tell me what you think!

Joe.