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Homicidal

“You can call me Jack The Ripper if it suits you.”

"This morning three more victims were found in front of the New York Public Library. The serial killer known by the police as the Head Collector killed his victims, whose bodies were recognized as three strippers from Sapphire Gentleman's Club, and left their bodies hanging by the front door. As always, their heads were missing. Witnesses said they heard screams around 3am. We suggest the people to stay at home and never leave home alone during the night. The police is still working on investigations and we will keep up with giving needed information. This is Rian Dawson to CNN."

It was 10pm when i turned the TV off, everybody was sleeping.

My name is Alexander, I work at NYPD, also know as New York City Police Department. I have a wife, her name is Taylor, she works at Vogue Magazine. I have three kids, Mika, she is 5, Jack, he is 4, and Jensen, he is 2.

My family hates my job. I’m never at home and I always leave with the risk of never coming back again.

My radio bipped once, twice. Come on, it was fucking 10pm!

“Alex Gaskarth.” I said, waiting for someone to reply.

“Man, you need to come see this.” It was Zachary Merrick, the guy I worked most of the time with, let’s say my only friend.

“What is it Zack, I still need to take my kids to school tomorrow.” I sighed.

“You know that house they were investigating this morning? I found something, it looks like a diary or something.” He said. “There are many names, some of them are written in red and some are written in black, they are linked by some sort of… I don’t know, and some of the names are crossed. There is also an adress and…”

“Man you are talking too much.” I said, I wouldn’t memorize everything he said. “Take this to the station, we’ll take a look later.” I sighed, sitting on the couch.

“And what about the adress?” He said, euphoric.

“Give me the adress, I’ll check it for you.” I said, getting a paper and a pen.

“It’s not really an adress, like, it’s Central Park’s adress, but it also says: The house by the lake, and it has some names under it.” He said.

“Ok, I’ll go check it out. Leave the notebook at the station and go home, get some sleep.” Zack was the kind of guy that would never stop working.

“But you’re going alone? I can’t let you go alone man, wait a second, I’ll go with you…”

“Zack..” I sighed. “I can take care of myself.” I laughed.

“Ok, ok, call me if you find something.” And I turned the radio off.

It wasn’t right, going to this places alone, without contacting the station, God knows what I would find there. I thought of going to sleep but that kept messing with my head.

It was my chance to get some attention, to show people I was useful, so I decided to go. Alone. Walking.

I reached Central Park and walked towards the house by the lake. There were some people sitting by the trees. Some were smoking, some were sleeping, but everything seemed normal.

I got next to the small wooden house, the door was slightly open. I got in with my gun in one hand and my lantern on the other one, and tiptoed across the room. It had some coats and some gardening utensils. But everything was normal.

Suddenly I stepped on something hollow. I looked down and it was a small wooden door. It was unlocked, so I openned it and climbed down the stairs.

The place I was now was a little bit more creepy. The walls were dirty and the air was humid. There were some computer screens across the room and the place kind of smelled bad.

“You shouldn’t be here you know?” Someone said, behind me, and I almost shot myself because of the shock.

“And who are you to tell me that?” I asked, I didn’t know exactly where to look at, when the person turned the lights on.

I turned around and there was this good looking man sitting on a chair behind some sort of desk. He was dark haired and had equally dark eyes. He was dressed as one of the park workers, so I put the gun down.

“I’m sorry, I thought this place was empty.” I said, he had his eyes fixed on me.

“May I know what are you doing here Mr. Gaskarth?” He asked, crossing his legs on the table.

“How do you know my name?” I said, raising an eyebrow.

“Your coat.” He said.

“Oh..” What was the point on getting your name written on a coat? “Investigation. I was wondering if you could help me Mr..?” I said.

“I didn’t know cops investigated alone.” He said, smiling at me. His eyes were making me nervous.

“I said I was wondering if you could help me Mr..?” I repeated, I wasn’t in the mood of chatting with that guy, he was making me sweat.

“Call me Jack.” He said, getting up, still staring at me. Jack, the name of my son, I was getting paranoid.

“Just Jack?” I asked, I was hoping he gave me a surname or something.

“You can call me Jack The Ripper if it suits you.” He said, laughing at his own joke, climbing the stairs.

“Where are you going?” He was leaving the room.

“This place scares me, let’s talk outside.” He said, leaving the door open for me.

I climbed the stairs behind him and closed the door. He was already outside. I turned my lantern off and grabbed the paper that had the Head Collector’s description.

“So…” I said, reading the paper. “We’re looking for someone that has, dark spiky hair, dark eyes, thick eyebrows…” I continued reading, in my mind. Big nose, long fingers, skinny legs and arms. I read and looked at the man standing in front of me. I must be getting paranoid.

“Is there something wrong Mr. Gaskarth?” He asked, turning my thoughts off.

“N-no… can you think of someone that suits the description?” I asked, I was getting really nervous.

“No, not that I remember.” He said, biting his bottom lip. “Is there something else I can help you with?” He asked, smiling.

“No sir, I should be going now…”

“Why so soon? It’s not even 11pm.” He laughed, interrupting me. He looked like a nice guy, but he made my heart beat faster, and that wasn’t good, at all.

“My family is waiting.” I said, I needed to get out of there.

“Come on, you’re a cop, your family is used to you always getting late at home.” He said, messing my hair with one of his cold hands and walking forward. “Let’s drink something, on me.” He said, and I followed him.

He was just a park worker, what's the big deal?

Comments

omg you need to update, like, now!! i need to know what's gonna happen!!! i can't handle all this suspense! JESUS CHRIST, PLEASE UPDATE!!!! ;~;

LizzyOnSkittles LizzyOnSkittles
3/23/14

Please update! I cannot handle all the suspense.

TheBarakitten TheBarakitten
2/5/14

OH MY FUCKING GOD YOU CAN'T LEAVE IT THERE OH MY SWEET JESUS PLEASSSSSSE UPDATE??!!!?!?!!?!!!!!!

UPDATE! Ahhhhh!
TheBarakitten TheBarakitten
10/16/13
;~; I NEED AN UPDATE.
queerbarakat queerbarakat
3/30/13