The Grimm Twins : Monsters In London

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Monsters are roaming the streets of London , monsters that simply cannot be contained.
Feeding on the most unfortunate of London's population , unsuspecting the police are unable to control the quick spreading killings because of the fact that the monsters are blended into there surroundings as people .
The sisters Grimm are called upon by the chief of police , and this time its the monsters turn to do the bleeding .

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2. "I need to make a call."


"I need to make a call."

Whitechapel Police station was bustling , reporters , police as well as the usual Ripperologists that liked to present forth their theories as to who the Ripper was. Frederick  Abberline sat in his dimly lit office away from the commotion, papers (as per usual) lay scattered all over his desk along with his Parker  pen still dripping forth blue ink from the many letters he had written earlier.

Outside he could here the press pack panting trying once again to get to him , for answers , for absolution. Frederick hadn't yet granted the press permission to enter his office, but he knew he would soon have of choice.

He had heard his name yelled once or twice but with no widows he could not see whom was so desperate to see him until the yelling came to his door . He recognized the voice as fellow officer James Moore a policeman he knew Fairley well within the case , once his shouts were heard Frederick went immediately to the door to open it only to see the mob of people that had been screeching outside of his officer as well as press being held back by merely a few policemen.

"Mr Abberline" they all called out at him as he opened the door for that ne split second

"Mr Abberline any information for daily post , Mr Abberline!" One desperate young skinny lad of a man called out to him.Frederick had no time for question , none. He simply muttered sorry to himself and swiftly closed the office door allowing only James in.

The young officer seemed daunted by impression almost as if the blood in his face had dissipated , Frederick gave off a small chuckle before he spoke, his long beard clearing only a little room for his mouth to be seen .

"Intimidated by me are we James that's a little odd even for you , tell me my dear friend what's wrong" Frederick cockily asked him. James answered him by handing him a letter with his trembling  hands , he swallowed before taking a deep breathe yet he was still gasping.

"Its from them sir , the murderer he sent us a bloody letter !" he cried out slurring his words

"QUIET JAMES!" He snapped at the young officer causing him to stumble back before regaining his balance , his face still noticeably full of fear.

"I'm sorry James , I cant allow the press to hear we don't want to cause a panic now do we?"

"No , no ,course not " James replied hastily

Frederick smiled at the officer before looking down at the opened envelope , inside lay the horror that had been sent to them . With wavering hands Frederick now to the letter out and placed in on his desk , everything was disturbing  about it even the ink that stained the page , it was red , blood red .

"Well what does it say?" Frederick asked alarmed

James turned to him, fear still blazing within his eyes as he shook with terror swallowing again before speaking.

"I'm sorry sir I ain't good with words." The young officer replied

Frederick look down at the letter dreading the words that would be written...

 

 

Dear Boss,
I keep on hearing the police have caught me but they wont fix me just yet. I have laughed when they look so clever and talk about being on the right track. That joke about Leather Apron gave me real fits. I am down on whores and I shan't quit ripping them till I do get buckled. Grand work the last job was. I gave the lady no time to squeal. How can they catch me now. I love my work and want to start again. You will soon hear of me with my funny little games. I saved some of the proper red stuff in a ginger beer bottle over the last job to write with but it went thick like glue and I cant use it. Red ink is fit enough I hope ha ha. The next job I do I shall clip the lady's ears off and send to the police officers just for jolly wouldn’t you. Keep this letter back till I do a bit more work, then give it out straight. My knife’s so nice and sharp I want to get to work right away if I get a chance. Good Luck.
Yours truly
Jack the Ripper
Don't mind me giving the trade name. Wasn't good enough to post this before I got all the red ink off my hands curse it No luck yet. They say I’m a doctor now. ha ha

 

 

Once done reading the letter Frederick shook with more than ever before , the letter to him was truly awful and was for once thankful James couldn't read or he would have probably quit his job right then and there!

"Well?" James asked his voice shaky and hoarse

"I need to make a call" Frederick simply replied

 


Annie Chapman wandered down the streets hoping someone would pick her up , she had walked past a few men that had given her little to no attention. Her job as a prostitute was no fun but tonight she was feeling rather flirty she still hated her job though, but did she enjoy walking the streets of Whitechapel London admiring the younger men . She didn't care who how old or young she would be working with she just wanted to go home to her children , go home to them with food with toys, she just wanted to give them a normal life.

 

Whilst walking she felt a hand slip round her stomach from behind her , finally she would be able to make  money for some dinner tonight until she felt the air from her throat fly from her followed by a searing pain. She reached to her throat where she felt the riving pain , she took them away from her throat once she unexpectedly felt liquid pour from within her skin , admiring her hands she realised it was blood.

The last thing she saw was her own blood in her hands .

 

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