Hello, 13Charlotte here with my newest Jack the Ripper Returns chapter- warning this one contains scenes of violence and gore.
1880
The sky was pitch black and the air was cold as Arthur walked calmly towards the Ambrose manor with Matthew in tow, determined to see if the rumours where true. "I wonder Matthew, was Doctor Ambrose expecting us? He appears to have sent a welcoming committee." Matthew frowned and scanned the area then realised; they were surrounded by teenage boys armed to the teeth.
The boys leapt from the shadows and attacked; England defended as they went straight for Matthew, decapitating the first with a swift strike, from the rapier he had drawn before Matthew could even blink. He proceeded to methodically kill the remaining teenagers with merciless precision and in the end, the pathway was stained with their crimson blood. Matthew felt no pity because….
They were never real people in the first place.
They were Genetic experiments created by Doctor Ambrose, a rich and influential young nobleman. Unfortunately he was also fond of defiling and deflowering teenage boys- he created these experiments the Government had dubbed Angels to worship him and service his every need, including sexual ones. Sick bastard.
"Matthew I want you to stay close to me okay?" asked Arthur gently and Matthew nodded instantly "where else would I go?" he asked and they shared a smile. Canada had the appearance of a 16 year old boy; exactly Ambrose's type but Matthew wasn't going to let that pervert touch him and he knew England wouldn't either.
Arthur made his way through a long dark passageway lit by gas lamps. They entered a large room; Ambrose's laboratory. The room had white walls and a white tiled floor. There was lab equipment on a trolley beside tables covered in blood stained sheets. The thing that really stuck out… "It stinks" sniffed Matthew in disgust. "Indeed, like rotten corpses and blood" replied Arthur.
"Welcome guests!" sang a smooth voice from the back of the lab. The two blondes navigated their way through stacks of research notes and diagrams to find a handsome young brunette with hazel eyes being waited upon by some of his so called `Angels`.
Two teenage boys, a blonde with glazed blue eyes and another with dark hair and wintery blue eyes. His eyes weren't dulled or hazy like the others; they were clear and full of intelligence. "Ahh Arthur you finally came to visit me and who is your charming young friend?" asked Ambrose, alternately looking between the nations with lustful eyes.
"I am not here to play games Doctor, I have been tasked with your removal." Said Arthur regarding the man with cold, analytical but beautiful emerald eyes. "Always business first, who is your friend?" Ambrose smiled at Matthew but the blonde hadn't taken his eyes away from Arthur, he was determined not to focus on anything else.
"His name is Matthew, he is like me and that is all you shall ever need to know, there is a squadron coming to take you into custody Doctor Ambrose and we are here to make sure you go…quietly. Wouldn't want this to go public now would we?" Arthur replied smoothly. "Now, now Arthur. You know I couldn't possibly give up without a fight!"
Bang.
Ambrose pulled out a pistol and shot Arthur, causing Matthew to scream. He watched in horror as blood began to stain the front of Arthur's suit and the older blonde sank to the floor in pain.
"R-relax Matthew, a single bullet shan't kill me, only hinder me temporarily." Said Arthur in a shaky voice as Matthew examined his wound.
"How?" Ambrose asked confused, "I shot you but you didn't die?" Arthur looked at the Doctor with contempt. "I am no mere mortal, Ambrose. You should have known what you would be dealing with.
Suddenly seeing his chance, the dark haired boy disarmed Ambrose and pushed him to the ground. "Hoc est ultimum tempus doleas nemini deinceps." (This is the last time you will hurt anyone, ever again) he spat and Arthur regarded him thoughtfully. "Latin, I am impressed, pray tell boy, what is your name?"
Emerald green eyes clashed with wintery blue and they clicked; "My name is Jack." The boy replied. Arthur chuckled and Matthew watched their exchange curiously "A pleasure to make your acquaintance Jack, would you like to become a spy?"
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After the events of the Angel project shutdown came to a close, Arthur told Jack the complete truth about himself. Jack had known immediately something had been different about Arthur, it was almost as if he was a magnet. He seemed to attract everyone. Including Jack.
His sister was the same, Alana seemed to draw people to her side, and she taught Jack everything he needed to know about the task at hand; securing Britain from the inside. Arthur wanted to know what was happening, when where and why. So of course if Arthur wanted it, Jack would make it happen.
Jack picked up on all of Arthur's habits, likes and dislikes. He knew Arthur always had Darjeeling tea and scones at 2pm, he went to sleep at 10 on a regular night- unless he had to work at night or a special event was occurring. Arthur loved literature, music, sewing and chess. Arthur hated- people whose voices where unpleasant and his older brother Alistair.
Jack learnt that Arthur loved roses, he always tended to his garden or played the piano when he had a moment to spare. Arthur prefers vegetables to meat and had a different tea with breakfast every day. Jack knew Arthur always wore green ties and a top hat, so he decided to wear them too.
Jack just wanted to get to know him better but then…. He became obsessed. He always knew exactly where Arthur was, who he was talking to and what he had eaten. He always made sure no one made sexual advances towards Arthur and became aggressive in protecting him.
He beat up France once and threatened Canada often. He became Arthur's closest friend and Alana's eyes and ears. It was perfect; until he met America. Then he lost it.
That was 1888 but hes back now and out for the blood of everyone who has ever touched Arthur until there is no one left but the two of them and if it means using the agency trying to destroy nations then so be it.