The Ripper
The Ripper
Kai/Lu Han
M, Mystery, Romance
Warnings: Violence, Gore, Sadism, Weaving of truths into fiction
Disclaimer: I do not own the names, the characters
, the places featured in this story. The major events
existing in this story are real historical events involving
real people who existed within those times.
No copyright infringement intended.
I also ask you to please exercise caution. Some depictions of gore and violence are really bad,
and are extremely real, and are taken from the inquest
proceedings of the victims mentioned in the story. I will
not be held liable for any sleepness nights caused by
images conjured by my writing.
(okay, suffered from a few sleepness nights trying to
burn the images out of my head too >.<)
This was was done because I was really interested
with Jack the Ripper--- a criminal famous for not getting
caught in the Victorian Era, and this gave me the idea to
try writing an exo fic in the hopes that maybe,
someone else will read the case out of interest because of this fic.
I hope you will enjoy.
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8th of October 1888
The heavy, noxious fumes of the cold polluted London air filtered through his nose, and Jongin shivered.
All around him the cacophony of heavy bodies weaving through him in their haste to deliver supplies and materials started to increase in volume, until he's barreled into by a lithe, sweat covered body despite the harshly cold night air.
The boy bit back a loud curse, and Jongin ignored him, directing his dark eyed stare to the litany of both high rise and low rise buildings that was the City of London.
The city was lit in orange and pale gold lights, giving it a rather somber glow, and Jongin twisted his lips slightly at the deception. It was beautiful, an architectural masterpiece born from multiple art movements, the soot and the poverty, the barely dressed women and the haunted gazes of pained bodies hidden from his view.
and inside, hidden in the safety of London's walls, was Jack the Ripper.
Jongin shivered again, and dimly he recognizes it’s not from the cold.
Soon enough, the ship grazes the side of the harbor, and distantly Jongin hears the sound of the anchor dropping into the deep waters. The able bodied workers resume their heaving of the large cargo store inside the ship.
Jongin tightened the scarf draped loosely over his neck to ward off the cold, and took his first step back into London grounds.
"Kim Jongin?"
Jongin tilted his head slightly to the side, perusing the person who addressed him, before extending a glove covered hand.
"Yes." he replied, and the man grinned, grasping Jongin's hand in a handshake hard enough to bruise, before gesturing him to a waiting sedan.
"Nice to meet you. I'm Chief Inspector Donald Sutherland Swanson of the Met."
Jongin quirked his lip slightly. "I didn't know the Metropolitan Police changed its name."
Swanson shrugged. "We didn't. But the general public acknowledges that name better instead of the whole Metropolitan Police, so it kind of stuck, I guess."
Jongin just nods, following after the man as he clambered into the back seat. As soon as Jongin had settled into the plush seats, Swanson barked out a quick command.
"To Scotland Yard, my good man, and make haste!"
The driver peered at them from the mirror and nodded once, maneuvering the car out of the crowded streets.
Jongin sat in the silence, watching the people walk by briskly and hurriedly, gripping coats tightly in white knuckled fingers, breaths fogging the air in front of their faces.
"The people are worried." Jongin said, not tearing his eyes off the window.
Swanson sighed. "Rightfully so. These are trying times, and with us unable to catch that damned Ripper, mass hysteria is not that farfetched."
Jongin turned his head and opened his mouth, but Swanson cut him off, waving his hand tiredly, and only then did Jongin see his pasty complexion and sallow eyes, the lips stretched too thin.
"Put your mind at ease for the moment, Mr. Kim. A conversation such as this is not meant to be talked over while you travel. For now, enjoy the scenery, even if it is not much."
Jongin nodded again and the Chief Inspector sighed, relaxing slightly. Jongin caught the driver's worried eyes for a quick moment before he turned his gaze outside again.
Abruptly, he sees a maniacal grin stretched too wide on a pale face and a body covered in shadows for a split second before the sedan rounded off a corner, and Jongin twisted quickly, trying to see the eerie picture again.
There was no one there.
He fixed his gaze there for a moment longer before he shrugged, brushing it off as a figment of his imagination, and continued watching the streets.
The hairs on the back of his neck start to tingle.
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I'm sorry it's too short /runs far far away