Behind Your Life

Behind your life
Lie  many others
Your life has luxury
Your life has compassion
Your life has windows
But outside those windows
Outside the luxuries
Outside the compassion
There is life
At the smallest level
From the stone that lies
From the leaf that falls
From the water that runs
It's important to go out
And witness
The smallest level
Then go up
Go up from the water
Go up from the leaf
Go up from the stone
Then come back
To the compassion
To the luxuries
And to
The window
It is then you will realize
There is more than you thought
Behind your life

The Truth

He yelled and
  yelled

Until his voice was
           hoarse, his legs

Unsteady, his mind
  empty

And his eyes,wet
  and full

Of the Truth

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.

~

About Life

Once, Once there ‘Was’
There still is, just not as there was
Not like back then
Then
Then, the time of no worries
The time of simple pleasure
The time of make believe
And no digital observation
Now, however, it is different.
Now it is full of media
Media the size of corpses
Full of farce depictions of life
By 12-year-olds in all black
With little or no knowledge of life at all
Looking in hindsight,
We see that none of our depictions mattered
They were just clouded opinions
Made by social constructs

One may think that I wish
To be back in the ‘Was’
They would be wrong
I make do
I keep living in the now
To forge an opinion of my own
To meet people and foster their trust
And to not think too much
About the ‘Then’
So one day, when my body gets tired and old
I can rest knowing I have made friends
And I have learned something
About life

Niff Snave

His Eyes

Gleaming copper,
Smiling gold.
Still innocent,
Not yet cold.
Sparkling in
the hot sun.
All day,
Until day is done.
Looking up,
To the skies.
Everything's perfect,
in those eyes.

In All Hindsight ...

Here I am, in all the chaos. Under the rubble of the crushed house, and through all the screaming, two things stood out: one, the fine air. Crisp, yet subtle, with a slight tinge that cut right through you. The good kind. Surprisingly, I could still feel the air through all the dust and pieces of concrete. And the second thing: her.

To me, she had always been my hope of the apocalypse. The beam of light in a cloud of darkness, and now, she was gone. I already had no reason to live, but this, this pushed me off the edge. Not to die, no, but to fight.

But in all Hindsight, I should have jumped in front of the bullet. The fact that I didn't jump will scar me forever.

Gone Gorilla

Harambe is dead
He was shot in the head
As zoo-goers said
"He needs some milk!"
The Gorilla was well built
Stood tall like a stilt
And walked with a slight tilt
But now he is dead
Some lead in his head
The kid has gone away
But forever he will stay
In our hearts
R.I.P. Harambe

-Nnif Snave