Final Moments

I know I'm going to die. Yes, everyone has their day of reckoning however, my death is grueling,  and I'll be aware the entire time. Why do I keep trudging down the bald capped mountain? Habit I suppose. The blizzard throws me to my side. Laying in an embankment of snow, the frigid cold ripping into the last untouched reaches of my body. If I had the energy to scream maybe that snow cat would save me. Alas, all that comes out is weak breath torn into the piercing winds. Snow has already started to build up on me now, as if it knows I'm going to die and has started my burial early. Death now becomes a wish, life my enemy as it holds me into this pain as death works to set me free.

Jack the Ripper: An Assassin's Creed Syndicate Story

From the diary of Jack Ripper

I had killed the two girls. That was the bait. Jacob would be here soon; I let one of them escape. She would go ask the police captain, then he would ask for him no doubt. Now I wait.

Jack put away his notebook and looked around for a reasonably high building with lots of protruding ledges to climb. He found it, an old apartment, and ran toward the battered and busted old area of real estate. Placing his foot waist high on a board close to the locked door, he used the momentum to send him up, his hands clasping a piece of staggered wood. He raised his other vacant arm in a flash of swift darkness to locate another handhold. Placing his gloved hand, he levered himself up, repeating this process until he was atop the apartment.

It has been over an hour now, and all I see is nothing.

How slow can the captain be? No surprise half of London does not know who I am.

Thirty minutes or so later I heard his loud footsteps on the cobblestone as the girl led him to the slaughtered. I couldn't quite make up what they were saying, but that mattered not. Soon I would have him.
He immediately knew it was me who used the point of the knife to rip the girls' throats. He began wandering down the alley closest to him, shouting my name. He was as blind as a bat.
I jumped, directly from the top of the apartments to the cold cobblestone of the London alleyway. It wasn't far for me, I had jumped worse. He ran, I presume to chase his shadow. Anyway, I couldn't just let him escape, so I ran the full length of the ally to find him.

Jacob escaped via carriage when I was just at the end of the alleyway. Although the plan had fallen through, there might be a new opportunity to follow the mouse back to his hole...

~

As Jack walked through the ajar door, He saw Jacob, scrambling around his apartment, gathering some papers.
"Going somewhere Jacob?" Jack said, startling him.
Jacob turned around frantically
"Jack" he said, his face white, "you're sick."
The air was stiff. Jack won't let his petty words catch him off guard. He took his knife out of he overcoat and charged foreword. He heard the unlatching of Jacob's Hidden Blade, an ancient Assassin weapon. Touché.
Jack jabbed, dodged, and slashed at Jacob's figure. He did the same back, all the while knocking over chairs and slamming into walls.
Eventually, Jack had him drained of energy. He saw a weakness he didn't even know he had. With a swift kick, Jack had Jacob down. Laying his knees on Jacob's chest, Jack started pounding repeatedly on his shoulders, he finally had him down to the floor.
"Don't you see the irony, brother?" Jack said
"Jack..." Jacob pleaded.
"Only you know who the Ripper is, but you can't tell a living soul because it will destroy you, and the Assassins."
His eyes darted away to Jack's right. Jacob smashed the remains of his broken chair against Jack's head, as he got up darted to grab a pistol handle protruding out of the bookshelves.
Jack yelled in frustration "no, no no NO!" And threw a luggage case at Jacob's back, knocking him down. Now was Jack's chance!
Pushing off of one leg, Jack jumped and landed on him, knife poised above Jack's head ready to strike.
"Jack", Jacob pleaded "we can fix you."
"Fix ME?" Jack yelled, almost hestericly. "I am the solution."
Jack thrusted the knife down.

~

Halloween is so different for so many people.

Halloween. Halloween is so different for so many people. Young kids are already heading home as night descends upon your town, for they trick or treated during the day. A frat boy strains to load a keg into his car, " This is going to be the sickest party ever bro!"   A teen couple sits in a theatre, the boy is determined to put his arm around his date, no matter how cheesy the movie is. A large preteen friend group prepares their costumes; they certainly are going to frighten many unfortunate kids tonight.

Far out in the woods a masked man fails to rev up his chainsaw; he'll make the headlines next year. Deep underground a secret society lights candles; who will be their sacrifice? Outside your door a zombie waits; will you be his next meal? In the halls crawl the Chupacabra ; will he drink your blood? Under your bed waits the boogeyman; will he take you to his lair? In the corner floats the previous owner of your home; is your house that old?


The Grim Reaper creeps down the stairs, but where is he going? Oh no! He's right behind YOU!