Part Three: I Was Jack The Ripper, #3 by Michael Bray

Author:Michael Bray
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: horror, crime, victorian horror, jack the ripper, uk horror, alternate history
Publisher: Michael Bray
Published: 2017-08-29T00:00:00+00:00

The evening of September eighth was cool and overcast, and somewhat refreshed following an undisturbed night’s sleep, Edward felt strong and ready to continue his work. He walked the streets, watching the world go by. The whores were abundant in number and swarming on every other street corner or doorway, watching him with their greedy eyes. He tried to ignore them, yet found his gaze drawn time and time again towards them, all shapes and sizes, all ages. He looked up to see a group of four boys heading in the opposite direction. They were drunk and locked eyes on him as they drew near. A bristle of excitement and discomfort surged through him, and he lowered his gaze, hoping to pass them without incident. One of the boys nudged his shoulder as they passed.

“You fuckin’ watch where you walk,”

He fought the urge to confront them, not wanting to draw undue attention to himself. Already they were attracting a few glances from the multitudes of houses and doorways that lined the street.

“Oi, are you fuckin’ deaf? I’m talking to you, cunt!” the boy said.

Edward walked on, trying not to react.

“You keep walking, or I might decide to cut you. We own these streets.”

Edward stopped. And turned to look at the boy. He was around seventeen; his blonde hair matted and sat on his head in a nondescript clump. His face was filthy and covered with spots, and his ratty eyes darted as he stood in the centre of the street, chest out and shoulders back, his three friends standing behind him and not looking quite as confident as their leader.

Edward walked towards the boy, who showed a flicker of surprise.

“We got a brave one ere’ lads”

Edward came to a stop around a foot in front of the boy, looking him up and down. Adrenaline surged through him, as he fought to keep his composure. “Maybe you boys should walk away, you wouldn’t want to start something you can’t finish,” Edward said.

“You want me to cut you?” the boy said pulling out a small knife. Edward looked at it, then to the boy, and laughed. He saw a flash of uncertainty and fear go through the boy’s face before it was swamped by his bravado.

Edward reached into his pocket and pulled out his own knife which was much larger and sharper.

The boy was afraid, but not enough to back down in front of his friends. “Who do you think you are? Ill fuckin’ cut you, mark my words.” He said, the confidence draining from him.

Edward smiled, leaning close. Underneath the filth and alcohol, he could smell the fear.

“I’m the Whitechapel killer,” he whispered. “And unless you want to be next, I suggest you move along.”

The boy opened his mouth as if to say something then closed it again as if forgetting how to speak. After a few seconds, he put away his knife. “You ain’t worth my time anyway.”

He mumbled, as he turned and walked away, swiftly followed by his friends who looked more than a little confused.

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