IC: 18th Century London

[Jaki]

A young woman walked home, head bent as the rain fell down over her. The bottom of her dress, was getting wet from the rain, as it splashed in the road. It had been raining for days, upon days it would seem. Which she truly loved in many different aspects. The squeaking of rats could be heard under the sewers as she walked along. Her head lifted, as she could see the carriage coming towards her, being drawn by two horses, who were both drenched in cold waters from the rain. It looked as though the driver was soggy, from how long he had been driving this carriage. Poor Lad, he must be chilled to the bone. A ripple of laughter came to her lips, as she walked up the steps to her home, slipping the key within the lock, and opening the door.

Darkness, such utter darkness. Yet it was so brilliant. Slowly the light began to shimmer, as the lamps were lit. Her small hands reached to her neck, taking the wet jacket from her shoulders, and placing it on the peg besides the door. A small huff came from her lips, as she moved within her small living room, eyes catching upon the cat that was sleeping upon the chair, fingers moved within his fur, petting him as he gave out a welcomed purr. “Ello Sampson. I do hope that you enjoyed your dinner.” The cat stood up, and stretched, hopping down upon the ground, brushing against the girls leg, mewing. “What is it, love?” He began to wander slowly into the kitchen, to show his Mistress his victory that he had caught for her. Before his bowl of food, lay two large rats, she put her hands on her hips, and shook her head at him. “Bloody Hell, Sampson! I done told you before I don’t want to be  seein  yer catches! Just eat the bloody varmints!!”  She walked over to the dead animals, picked them up by their tails, and walked promptly out back, and threw them in the gutter.

Making her way up the stairs, tired from the long day, she wanted nothing more then a hot bath. Her fingers fumbled with the lamp. “Gawd Dammit!” She swore as she dropped the matches. Hands flayed about below her, fumbling to find the precious small cargo. Finally she was upon them, with only a few left. The smell of sulfur. Oh how she loved that smell. A small brilliant orange light, encompassed the room. She was fully drenched to the bone, having opted to not take the carriage home, and instead sending the driver home. The heavy dress needed to be unzipped, and pealed from her very small frame.

It seemed like hours later to the poor lass, as she stood there struggling with the wet clothing, when finally the last bit of her clothing sat upon a basket, water trickling within the cracks of her floor. She cared naught, and turned away from the clothing, testing the water with her fingers. Perfect. Slowly she let her feet move within the embraces of the luscious water, as she sank below her breasts. Black streaks of hair floated besides her, as her shocking blue eyes closed. Steam filled the small room quickly, as she could hear the rain beating against the window outside. It was a bloody shame that her tub wasn’t a few inches longer, or she would be able to stretch out fully. As it stood now, her feet were pulled up under her, so she may lay comfortably within the sweet embrace of the water.  Fingers moved across her abdomen, trailing over the skin, caressing it. A hum came to her lips, as her body started to relax.

She had fallen asleep. Dreams coursing through her mind like nothing that she had ever thought about. Always the doctor. Always one to take care of people, even though she was considered very young to do so, she was still one to take care of people. Until that man. And there he was, in her dreams once more. She was so small, yet this monster stood above her small frame shoving her down. Her body trashed under him, yet he would not let up. “You tease me, you little wench!” Large fatty fingers gripped upon her bodice, easily ripping it to the floor in tatters. Only one of her hands was pinned, the other went quickly to cover her exposed bosom. The ogre upon her growled, as he leaned down upon her, spittle falling upon her collar bone. Her head trying to turn, as his body pressed down upon her. “I think naught, you little whore you!”

The dream changed. She could tell that it was her, yet it seemed to be her naught. Dressed like that of a man, her hair pulled back, so one could tell naught that she had long hair, dark pants, and shirt and a cloak upon her body. Hurried footfalls carried her down the cobblestones, to the ruins of a once beautiful house. Within her left hand, carried that of a box, that clinked every time she took a step. Her nose wrinkled, as she turned the nob of the door. The smell of old piss, was all about. It detoured her naught. Eyes ablaze as she moved up the steps. The slobbering lut had to be there.

Sure enough he was dead asleep. Perfect. Quickly she moved to his side, placed the box down, upon the ground, and opened it. His snores came at a normal pace. She pulled out four pairs of hand cuffs, and a needle, and a bottle of solution. The needle was quickly placed within his vein, as she then cuffed him to the bed. He would wake soon. Scissors were pulled out of the box next, as she cut away his ratty shirt, and tossed it to the floor. Gloves placed upon her hands, as she then placed a white mask over her nose and mouth. A scalpel was brought out of the box, a perfect one for this man. Barley sharp enough to cut his skin, yet it would get the job done. Her next item was the dissecting scissors, they were placed on the filthy bed besides him. The lamp was now lite, as she began to work, the scalpel placed upon his lower abdomen, and cutting vertical. There was layers and layers of fatty tissue to cut through. He was starting to wake, throwing a glance over her shoulder, looking upon him as a smirk crossed her lips. His eyes widened, as he attempted to scream, yet nothing came out. Pushing down harder upon the blade, cutting deeper. Towels were grabbed, he was a bleeder needless to say. Pushing the towel into his gut, watching it splash fat everywhere, made her laugh. Finally upon mussel, the woman changed blades. She did not want him to die quickly.

Precise cuts were made, as she found his liver. It was dark in color. It appeared that he was already in liver failure. She would let him keep that. Pushing aside his gallbladder, to look at his kidney. This would be what she wanted. Dark blood pooled in, as she did. As her eyes examined the kidney it appeared to be in good health. The scissors were taken, and she began to cut the organ from his body. He would take hours to die, as he laid there, unable to move, unable to scream. His kidney placed on ice, and taken to the doctors she knew that needed it.

Morning rose, as did the woman. She rubbed her head, as she was asleep on the bathroom floor. How had she gotten here? Last she recalled, she had been in the tub. Shaking her head, and standing up, it felt as though she had drank too much bourbon the night before.  As she stood up, the black cloak brushed against her knees, startled her eyes wandered down. Blood, upon her hands.

Oh Jaki. What have you done.

[Miss.Murder]

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[esoteric]

The night was young and the jester was awake.  There was blood in the air of london, The Jester was thrilled! This crazed lunitiac named the Jester was a formality for true carnage. He deemed any thing less then death a absence of human nature. To watch the pink mist of another human spray out into the air was a marvel to be held.  The hunger for it was ever so great, but also to watch one work as they killed was another story. So this is the night so far for jester.

The so called avrage jester was on a roof of a barbershop. He stood ontop of the sign. His balance was extordinary,keep both feet planted on the sign and facing the street. From this angle he would watch as men of high class ride in their carriages. The poor of men would walk or run through alley's trying to get out befor the local gang found they had a visitor.

The market place where he stood was fairly decent at this time. The jester stood watch for a fair prey. He would watch as jaki would walk by. She seemed decent, but he was not to sure about that one. She seemed to be in a hurry, he wanted to savour this kill. His greatest trait was to mock the person who was dying infront of him. So this man was a un-natural person who was deemed a freak in the human society.

But in any case he felt like a normal man, but with a freaky peronality! The jester would drop from the sign he stood apon and walk the streets. The bells on his hat would jingle as he walked among these regular and boring people. He would hear alot of people talking about the recent killings of  Jack The Ripper. What a dreadful name, who would want a name that did not fit who he realy was. He was a idealist with a nack for killing only women. So some whores was killed no big deal! What if he killed the queen of england, would there be a uprising. Who knew, the jester did not care to much about these topic atleast. He would find a his equals soon enough.

So the jester would walk the Alleys now watch and walking finding a perfect doll for him to make. The jester carried a septer made out of gold with a diomand about the size of a fist inter locked at the top of his septer. He did not show much class for being rich he just deemed it petty to show his wealth. But all was well in his nature.

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Two hours pass.

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Jester had found him self a play mate for the night. It was a lovely women who cared for nothing but for her wealth and bueaty. What a waste thought the Jester, she should help those in need and not stay in greed.  So he would follow this women down the street and wait for his chance. She was headed to the slums of London. What was a women in such a high class heading to the slums for? He did not know but he would find out soon enough. He would stay behind her about two people lengths away.


Finaly she stood near a alley as if she was waiting for some one to show up. this allowed the Jester to take his move. With a smile the jester would pass the women and head into the alley. The women would stare at him for a short time and look away. The jester had only taken a few steps into the alley befor he grab her. His hand clamped over her mouth and his other one around her waist. He basicly dragged her into the dark alley way.

Finaly the jester spoke in her ear." O what fun we shall have my dear, We will touture you and then string you up to have the world to admire the bueaty I will show you"! So jester with a wicked grin would have his fun for the night. He did not need fancy tools or blades. He would use his hands and blunt objest to peirce her body.


He first would tie her up and gag her mouth. this prevented any movement and also stopped her from calling out for help.  He smiled as he ripped her clouthing apart with his long nails. First came the dress, that would only take a few minutes to take apart. He ripped at it throwing threds of it into the air. Then came the coriset, that he would untie and toss to the side.  This would reveal yet another dress. This one was white and was pressed up againts her body by now since it was raining.

Being a creature of hell he would dig his nails into her lovely beck drawing the first blood of the night for him. How lovely the blood ran down her neck. Soon he would tear her gown off revealing her naked body to him. He was no rapist so there was no worries there. He would walk away and look around for a pratical intrument on the ground. What luck he had, he had found a long peice of glass. with this he would slowly saw at her finger. As the glass ripped at her  weak and fragil flesh she would start to cry. He soon had hit the bone. Since he could not cut threw it with the glass he would have to bite it off. But first he would finish with the other fingers first.


So now taking her fingers one at a time he would bite into the bone and pull them out. With a snap  her fingers would come out of her hand. He would spit them out and onto the ground. He would also do the same to her feet. He would spend a good hour of tourturing this women befor he decide killing her.  He would decide a slow and painful death was a great and wonderful idea. He would drag her body to the palace gates. there where spear like bars on the gate. With a mighty shove he stuck her body into the spikes and walk away from it.  He was headed back to the slums now and would have a merry old time now since he got his kill of the day!

[Shawn]

Before the Jester could do anything, a random person with a top hat and long, tattered cloak walks by and slits his throat. Casually dropping the blade as he walked, the man would begin to whistle. "Ah, what a pleasant night."