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


1. prologue

The first incident of murder performed by Jack the Ripper II has to be my friend. I was round her house at the time. Marcy, my friend had gone out to meet a guy she had met online. She had asked me to come round and help her prepare, and I’d done just that. I’d picked out a short pink skirt and a matching blue shirt. I’d then helped her do her hair, using her curlers to give her ringlets. Her hair was naturally quite curly, and it became perfect ringlets. She had on her favourite BFF bracelet, I had one and she had the other. We were best friends, and often went round each other’s houses. After sorting her ginger hair, I helped her apply a small amount of makeup. I don’t really like make up much, and tend not to wear it, but Marcy usually wore a little. I put some cute pink lipstick on her along with sparkling brown eye shadow. She looked beautiful, but she kept saying that she wanted foundation and other make up items. So I placed my hands on her shoulders, looked her in the eye and told her that she looked beautiful without them. At that she blushed violently and we both started laughing hysterically. Her green eyes were filled with joy and trust; it was the best time ever. And the last time I saw her. Alive that is. I stayed at her house for a little while after mostly to tidy her room. I made her bed and started putting her stuff away. Her parents didn’t mind, we were 19 anyway. A little later I spied her diary poking out from under her bed, which I had just made. I went to pick it up. The moment I touched it I felt an overwhelming sense of loss. My vision went black and suddenly I was in the subway. It was dark there, presumably a fault or blackout. It turned out later that it was planned. By the Jack the Ripper. Mark 2. I felt a presence behind me, and I turned. What I didn’t realise was that I was seeing the world through the eyes of my friend, Marcy. I looked around, confused. Suddenly I jumped; someone had tapped my left shoulder. A moment after there was a voice whispering in my ear. “You’re Marcy, Right.” I turned quickly, petrified. I couldn’t see anybody then the voice came again, whispering in my right ear this time. “You came to see Jack. Right. Well hello to you. Oh and did I mention, my full nickname is Jack the Ripper. Say goodbye!” He whispered, reaching a high pitch with manic laughter at the end. I saw a flash of silver. A pin prick. Then nothing.


Suddenly I saw Marcy’s body lying there, neck sliced head severed lying in a pool of blood. On the wall were the bloody red words, Jack the ripper II strikes. Then I was in her room, my fingertip in contact with her diary. Had that just happened? At the time I wasn’t sure. I phoned her mobile, hoping that it wasn’t true. With each ring my hopes vanished, until it was answered. By a police officer. “Hello, can I please ask who is calling?” He asked. I almost ignored him but I restrained myself. “I’m Lorna, Marcy’s best friend. Is she… Is she dead?” I blurted out. The police man was probably surprised that I knew, but he told me that she was dead. “Oh god, err umm, you need to contact her parents right? I'm over at their house; I’ll give you their home phone number.” I recited their home phone to the officer then hung up. My brain was still processing what had just happened. I heard the home phone ring, and my eyes grew wet. I couldn’t see straight. A few minutes later I could hear Marcy’s mum crying, so I went downstairs and cried with her. That was the first time he struck. The police tried to find Marcy’s killer, but they never could. Back then I was quite a good hacker and I could have easily looked up who her most recent friends on different pages where. But at the time I was too sad. I just didn’t think of it. For the past few years there haven’t been any more incidents, but now he is on the rampage again.  Jack the Ripper will strike again.


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