Jack The Ripper (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} acuttingwit) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} utr_logs,@ 2008-01-28 09:10:00 |
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Where: New York, along the streets
When: Late Sunday night
What: Death of a character! Dun Dun Dun.... ahems.
Rating: NC-17, For violence and death Warnings for semi-graphic violence and misogyny
It was a dark and cold night, and clouds covered the moon...
...and Jack walked the streets of a new city, entirely bold and brazen, having been studying the town, and learning her tastes, her specialties. He walked among people, his mask in place until he hit the alleys, and then all trace of his mask fell away, and Redjak walked again.
He was careful, meticulous and swift, and his footsteps did not echo until he wanted them to.
He found his target in an alley, a hooker taking a break, rubbing a foot, dressed in barely there blue silk, that made his face turn up in hatred and disgust.
With swift steps, he moved silent as the grave, until he was near, and then his steps echoed again and her head snapped up, dismay showing as she saw him only a foot away. She moved to run, but there was nowhere to go, and no time, and he was on her.
His knife flashed, and her barely started cry was silenced, her shoe, taken off for that moment of rubbing her foot, clattered to the ground. He smiled as his knife stripped away her front and he moved to finish the job, joy in his face. Another blood sucking piece of filth woman was silenced...