Jack the Ripper mark II

Jack the Ripper. Most people think of him as the old murder in London. But now, he's back again. And he's better than ever. The police are stumped, and he's getting away scot free. Skylar a detective teams up with Lorna, a girl he's just met. he knows little about her. Lorna, a hacker, has a past and last name that she hides. however, can she find the Ripper? Or will she be Ripped?
cover by maddison paige


11. chapter 10

After seeing that I needed some comfort. In my lounge live some gerbils. In a cage of course. They are the sweetest things, and they have never bitten me. One of them is chocolate coloured, and I call her Chocolate. The other gerbil is called Button. She has jet black fur. I grabbed Chocolate gently then let her climb my arm to my shoulder. She sat down and started to clean her tail. I then picked up Button and put her on my other shoulder. She started running around over my shoulders. I Watson on my sofa and they just ran everywhere. Chocolate cheekily ran under my top and down, which caused me to giggle. She poked her head out the bottom of my shirt and looked really sweet. I gave her a little stroke and she ran back up. She then settled down on my shoulder. I looked for Button, and she was running wild over the sofa. I made a grab for her but missed. It ended up with me on my knees sitting facing the sofa lunging at Button every time I saw her. Chocolate, who was now sitting on my head, seemed to be enjoying this. I saw her out of the corner of my eye and I quickly launched myself toward her and grabbed Button. The only problem was although I had Button in one hand, and now Chocolate in the other, I had overestimated the amount of force I needed, and I toppled head first over the edge of the sofa, hitting the arm rest and the remote on the way down. I landed on my bottom with a thump. That hurt. Luckily I have a high pain tolerance, so I stood up and dumped myself down on the sofa. I let Chocolate and Button loose on my knees, but didn't let them go onto the sofa. My bottom was hurting far too much for that. I didn't notice the TV, which had turned on during the incident. However as I was putting my over active gerbils away, it drew my attention.


I could see Lorna's house getting closer as we walked. We were almost there when I realised something. “Chloeeeee.” I basically whined to get her attention.

“What is it Jake?”  She asked.

“Do you have keys to Lorna's house, or do we hope she’s in or what?” I asked seriously.

“Good question, but luckily for you both Bethany and I have spare keys.” Chloe told me. Well, at least we wouldn’t be stuck out in the cold waiting for the disappearing Lorna to return. After a couple of minutes we arrived at the door. I could hear the faint noise of the TV emanating from the house which proved that Lorna was home. Unless the TV turns itself on. Which probably could happen knowing Lorna. Chloe walked up to the door, unlocked it, and held it open for us. We all walked in and I followed the noise to the lounge, where the TV was on. I couldn’t see Lorna at the moment, so I just sat on the sofa and watched the TV. Just then a new program started, and to my amazement, the family who run the biggest computer company came on. The Bielinski family walked on. Well, minus the oldest daughter, who had gone missing when she was eighteen. The program host welcomed them then asked why they were on here. The youngest daughter, who I believe was called Clare, started crying. “She’s faking it. Again. I don’t believe it.” I heard someone say. There was someone in the room with me? I looked around, then I noticed Lorna. The room had a corner in it, so the room was L shaped. Lorna was hidden from my view behind the wall, but I could now make her out leaning against the corner of the wall looking at the TV. I processed what she had just said. How would she know whether the youngest was faking crying or not? She didn’t know them, did she?

“I miss my older sister, Lorna. I really want to know that she’s ok, even if she doesn’t want to come back.” The new oldest sister, Cass, short for Cassandra, or so the TV said, announced. She then moved over to speak to some while the parents took the stage.

“Hello everyone. As some of you may know and remember, our oldest daughter went missing 6 years ago. We are not sure whether she was taken or whether she ran away. As she is nearing her 25th birthday, we would like to find her and be reunited. Thank you for listening, and for all your help.”

“She ran away! We told you that already! Why won’t you listen?” One of the twins yelled out. I couldn’t tell which twin because they both looked the same. My question of who it was was answered by Lorna a moment later. “Thanks Lottie.” She murmured. How did she know which twin it was?


I stared at the screen. Why where they looking for Lorna again? I watched as a picture of what they though Lorna would look like now came up on screen. I laughed at it, mostly because it looked hideous. And partly because that was not what I looked like. They never did care. A moment later, a hand written not appeared on the screen. I recognised the handwriting. Cass. To most people it would look like rubbish, however I understood. When I was still at home we had made up a code, and this was it. Translated the message said ‘Lorna. I hope you are watching this and still remember the code. I miss you, as all of your sisters do. We don’t know why you hate mum and dad., but I know that you will never come back. Please call me, my mobile number is still the same (That meant that it had changed, and that she would put it in the note as numbers. I quickly worked out that it was 07889 978659.) I want to meet up soon.



Suddenly it clicked. Lorna. Lorna was the missing girls name. I first met her when she was eighteen, six years ago. I believe her birthday is soon as well. If she is their daughter, why did she run away? Is she even their daughter? I stood up and walked over to where Lorna was. I don’t know where the others were, probably having fun somewhere else. “Lorna.” She jumped, then looked my way. Her eyes widened as she probably thought she was alone.

“How long have you been here?” She asked. She sounded scared and upset.

“Umm, well…” I didn’t know how to answer her, well I wasn’t sure how to answer so that she wouldn’t punch me in the gut or something similar. Lorna didn’t stay any longer than that. She fled from the room and ran off. That could only mean one thing. She was Lorna Bielinski.

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