Chapter Two
The First of Many
As soon as Angelina took the documents that she needed from her office, she rushed home. As she walked through her door, Angelina knew that she was going to do it tonight. Friday, August 31st. She would remember this day for as long as she lived. She was going to do it tonight. She ran to her room to get everything she would need to carry this out.
As Angelina floated up the stairs to her room, she paused half-way up the steps: how was she going to do this? She had to have some kind of method. Angelina slowly lowered herself onto the step above the one she was standing on. An hour passed by before the punishment fitting of their crimes flitted into her head.
"Take the gift away from them."
That voice was back. It was a brilliant voice, she decided, as she practically flew up the rest of the stairs and skipped to her bedroom. Her plan fully formed in her head, she went straight to the top drawer of her dresser, and then to her work bag, to retrieve the tools she needed.
After getting her items together, Angelina just sat on her bed, mentally preparing herself for the busy night ahead. Her surgical knife was strapped to the side of her thigh with a scrap of lace. Her gloves were sitting on the bed next to her, on top of the paper work that she had read at least thirteen times. There wasn't anything else she could think of to bring. Should she get a mask? No, that would just get in the way. Angelina wanted to see the whore's face as she took from her the gift that she did not deserve.
She looked down to her side where her gloves and papers lay. She grabbed the papers and stared at the name she knew by heart since the day the woman came into her office. Mary Ann Nichols.
Angelina looked at the clock once more. 1 o'clock in the morning; the perfect time to leave her abode. Angelina grabbed her black, silk gloves and slid each one onto both her arms, slowly and carefully. She pushed her fingers down into the glove to fit each one snugly in their individual sockets. Rolling the rest of the gloves up her arms to her elbows, Angelina got off her bed and headed down the stairs to the front door.
"Goodnight Mary, I'll see you next Friday?"
"Of course."
"You got that little…" here the man paused, "problem resolved?"
"There is nothing to worry about. I took care of it."
"Good."
The man dropped a few pounds in her hand then went inside the door they were standing in front of, leaving Mary alone outside. She started walking down the street. Mary stopped walking once she saw the woman at the end of the alley.
"Hello Annie.
Annie, leaning against the wall, looked up at woman.
"Oh, hello there Mary. How was Frank?"
"How do you know I was with Frank?" Mary asked snappishly.
"Come on Mary. Frank has been yours for years. Every Friday night, he refuses to see anyone else. You must be real bloody good if he won't go to anyone else, even if you're not around. If I didn't know any better, I'd say he loved you." Annie said with a smirk.
"But you do know better. As long as I don't love him, everything is perfectly fine." Mary said, wiping the smirk off of Annie's face.
"Hmnhm. Alright then. How was your week?"
"Great, I went to see that doctor you told me about."
"Doctor Durless? Yea she's real nice; I've been to her before. She really helped me out of a pinch."
"Other than the moral talk she gave me, she was fabulous. I'm not even sore anymore." Mary said, touching her stomach where she had had the operation done.
"She's a great doctor. Did ya hear what happened to her?"
"No, what?"
"She and her husband got into a carriage accident a little while ago. The poor woman was pregnant, and she lost the child and her husband. The word is that she can't have kids anymore." Annie laughed.
"What I'd give to not be able to conceive a child. The way Frank reacted, ugh." Mary groaned.
"It would sure make our jobs a lot less stressful if that wasn't in the way." Annie agreed.
"Exactly. Well, I must get home before sunrise. You know I need to have some REAL beauty sleep." Mary winked as her crass joke got across.
"He he of course my dear gal. How many dogs tonight? Get enough bones? " Annie coughed, "have a g'night Mary."
"Same to you, you sly bitch." Mary walked passed Annie, down the street, and then took her third left. She continued down the small alley way to the only house at the end. Little did she know she had been marked for death.
Angelina had been waiting there for almost a half hour. She was getting impatient. Then, the sound of footsteps echoed down the alley. Her head shot up in the dark, looking for something. Angelina saw her prey… Mary Ann Nichols. Angelina's hand smoothed over the blade strapped to her thigh, under her dress. She stepped out from behind the bump in the wall. Mary had not seen her yet. Good. Angelina hiked her dress up and quickly went for her surgical knife strapped to her leg. The woman had no chance to scream as Angelina sliced her throat, not once, but twice. The sharpened edge of her weapon left the woman barely alive, without the ability to scream. After the filthy whore had hit the ground, Angelina rolled her over. She bent over her as she carried out her plans.
Angelina cut her abdomen, reopening the spot she had cut earlier that week. The woman tried to scream out in pain, but all that came out of her blood-filled mouth was a gargling noise. The slits in her throat seemed to leak even more blood. Angelina continued, curiously watching the woman's reaction after each incision. Angelina made several more cuts into Mary's abdomen. The blood immediately poured down the woman's body, ruining her pale skin.
Blood, a crimson red.
The same red as her dress, her hair, her eyes. She had always loved the color red since that one day, but now. Now she hated red. Red reminded her of…him…
Angelina watched as the last drops of life drained from Mary's eyes.
It was a good idea to not wear a mask.