Today was the day that Annie Chapman died. The streets of London were completely covered in fog that night. The moons light struggled to break though the thick smoke. It was near impossible to see the starry sky in this part of London. Annie Chapman did as she stood beside a lamp post. It's candle light struggling to even light the small circle around the lamp post. Annie let out a hackling cough, covering her mouth in curtsey, despite no one being around to see such. There was more in the fog that just the weather. She could tell not far from here there was an Opium den, where it's fumes were escaping the area the smokers were in. Annie rubbed her bloodshot tired eyes as the soot in the air landed onto her eyes as they had done all night.
Annie sighed and leant against the lamp post. The woman in her forties had much on her mind. She was to pick up her customers. With the money she'd be paid it would have gone straight to her children at home. The thought of her children brought a few tears into her eyes. If they weren't provided for they would be taken away and sent to workhouses. She wouldn't allow that to happen, she had to find those customers soon. She then ran a few fingers through the side of her long curly ginger hair, pulling a few strands behind her ear. She looked around to find the needed customers. However from what she could manage to see through the fog the streets were deserted.
The fog then slowly began to clear up a bit and made the street at least a bit more visible through the mist. The cobblestone road and the few buildings became more visible in the increasingly transparent mist. The stone buildings had their doors locked and windows closed, not showing Annie what could be inside. At this time of night if there was families inside they would have been fast asleep by now or they were at a theatre watching a show. Annie sighed and rubbed her eyes once more. The sounds of horse shoes clipping on the floor reached Annie's ears. She looked down the cobblestone road to be confirmed as a horse and carriage road by. Inside was no doubt someone rich coming back home from a business or leisure meeting.
Annie looks around once more to see that a figure was emerging from the fog. The figure was of a man wearing a top hat and cane. As he come closer he was a man in his late twenties and a monocle in one eye. To Annie this was a potential customer so she began to quickly doll herself up. Wiping the muck from her face and patting down her long red hand-me-down dress with frills at the bottom. The dress complimented her figure but looked to have been edited around the neck to be much lower and more revealing. Annie leant forward, gripping the bottom of her dress and slowly began to pull it up her leg. First showing her red high heel shoes as the dress went up. Then showing off her skin when passing her stockings. The man took a glance as he passed, but gave a look of grimace and disgust before continuing on with his journey.
Annie watch on as her potential customer walked away and let out a frustrated groan. In her temper she stamped her foot and the heel of her left shoes snapped off, causing Annie to wobble and fall down backwards, landing on her side. She didn't bother to get back up on her feet. She just laid there on the cold hard cobblestone floor and just started crying. She just let all of her troubles and worries out. It doesn't matter how strong you are, no one is made of stone. Annie slowly pushed herself up onto her knees. She kept her gaze down onto the now dirty dress she wore. Annie was just about to give up, not hearing the footsteps that were approaching her.
Need a hand madam? the stranger spoke in a low voice. Annie sniffled slightly and looked up. Before her was a tall man dressed in black. He wore a suit, a top hat and black cloak. His features were hidden in darkness. Annie looked to the man as he offered her his hand that was covered in a black glove. His other held a black smart suitcase tightly, as if it was of high value. She slowly took his hand and he helped her up to her feet, despite the disadvantage of one heel missing from her shoes.
Well... thanks, Annie said with a nod to the man, not making eye contact. The stranger then took out from his cloaks inner pocket a small box. As he opened up the box Annie's eyes grew wide at the sight of the fresh grapes inside.
A grape madam? he asked her, offering the box out. She didn't hesitate to pick out a few and placed them in her mouth, chewing away. Her eyes shut at the succulent taste. She opened her eyes again to the tall broad man in shadow, even the candle light of the lamp post didn't light up his face. She looked back at the box of grapes still offered to her. She looked back up to the man as she two too more grapes.
What's someone like you doing around here? Annie asked. The man closed the box of grapes and placed it back inside his cloaks inner pocket. He turned back to Annie eating the grapes.
I'm someone looking to be a customer, he replied in a low husky voice. Her face light up in excitement. Thoughts of getting money for her children running through her head.
Oh I see! Erm, r-right this way I'll take you where no one will bother us, Annie said in a rush. She then with haste walked towards an alley behind her, turning to him and beckoning him to follow. When he started to follow she continued down the alleyway. The cobblestones bellow her heel and foot weren't going to slow her down, despite how it ached her feet. Even the the rats at the side of the alleys weren't going to spook her. She made quick turns to the left and to the right until she was at the area she planned. It was closed off corner of the alley where no one hardly travelled through. What was better was that the buildings they were in between didn't have windows where people would watch. Hearing his approach, she pulled up her dress in preparation.
Okay sir, I'm ready when you..., She said turning towards him. She wasn't able to say anything else as she was struck speechless. She gasped quickly, taking in a sharp breath as a sharp pain hit her chest. The pain in her chest then spread across her entire body quickly. She locked eyes with him as she dropped her skirt. Her vision began to go red and blurry. She then finally took all her strength to look down to see something shiny in his hands like a doctor's scalpel. She didn't have time to register that the scalpel was stabbed into her chest as he pulled it quickly to the left, inflicting more pain in her body. Her red dress was then soaked in her own red blood. Finally she plummeted to the floor and everything went black.
Her eyes suddenly opened to see him above her and moving his scalpel across again then down her body. She thought she'd feel the pain in that one but for some reason she didn't. In fact the pain she felt weren't there either. She then started screaming for help and tried to push him off. That's when she saw something that really scared her. She tried to push him off again a few more times but the exact same thing was happening, her mind wasn't playing tricks on her. Her hands were going straight through him. In a panic she crawled backwards, trying to get away from him. But then she saw a body coming from beneath her dress, wearing the exact same dress she was. Annie shook her head in disbelief. Getting up to her feet Annie saw for herself that the body on the floor, wearing her exact same dress, was her.
She hastily looked down herself, gripping onto her chest. But her vision was blurred. Like someone who wasn't wearing his glasses. She ran her hands over where the man's blade would have stabbed her, but found no piercing in her dress. There was no blood or any rip, it was as if she wasn't stabbed. She looked around quickly, the place was completely deserted apart from the herself and the man. She looked back at her body. Of course there wasn't going to be anyone, she took him to the perfect place where no one would disturb them. She took him to the perfect murder scene.
The man placed his black suitcase down and opened it up, kneeling down beside Annie's body. She watched in horror as she saw more surgical tools inside it. She started screaming for help, hoping for someone to respond and hear her. Hoping for someone to come running and catch this man. He then took out a rather sharp and deadly looking surgical tool from the case. She covered her mouth in horror as he dragged it down her her dress, cutting it open and revealing her naked form and the wounds beneath. He then after opening up the dress began to lower his surgical tool to her skin. Annie screamed as what he was about to do when suddenly she was grabbed at the sides. She yelped out in fright as she was pulled around so her back was to the man and her body.
Trust me, you don't want to look, a young man said before her. She didn't know what it was but there was something about his voice that calmed her down. It also distracted her from the sounds of flesh being ripped open behind her. The man before her looked to be in his early twenties. His eyes where a piercing blue colour like the sea that reflected his kindness. She however returned into a state of shock when she saw his hair. His hair was long, reaching down to his shoulder blades, but the thing that put Annie in shock was that his hair colour was blue.
Y...y...y...your h...hair, Annie said pointing to at the young man's hair.
What about it?.... Oh right! Erm... yeah it's...blue, the young man said with a sheepish smile. She continued to point at his hair as she studied the young man. He was a tall man who wore a white shirt with the two top buttons undone which was underneath a black coat that reached down to his ankles and looked to be made of leather. His belt was black and the buckle had a silver skull on it. His long built legs were covered by the black denim trousers he wore. Materials that Annie had never seen in her life. Finally her eyes went down to his boots that looked to be made of metal. On the area above where his toes would be there was a cross that seemed to glow a light yellow every now and then.
You wouldn't happen to have a lighter would you? The young man asked. Annie was snapped from her thoughts and looked back up to him. She didn't see him take out a small tube shaped object, most of it was white apart from one end where it was brown. Annie tried to process what he asked her but she was too overwhelmed over everything that had been happening. The young man sensed this and started to search his pockets. After a moment he managed to pull out a box of matches.
Right... the year is 1888 right? he asked her as he took out a match and lit it. After a moment's daze she finally nodded. He placed the paper tube like object in his mouth via the brown end. He then lifted up the match to the other end of the paper tube and started to what she concluded to be smoking it, deciding it was a more exotic form of tobacco. He dropped the match down onto the floor and stepped on it with his metal boot, twisting his heel around to put out the flame. He took out the paper tube and breathed out the smoke. The young man then looked to see the confused look on Annie.
It's a cigarette, the young man said and placed it back into his mouth. He began to rummage through his pockets looking for something.
Are...are you..., Annie stammered out.
Death? Yes I am, he finished for her. She covered her mouth in fear, slowly shaking her head. The young man the pulled out a piece of paper. After taking a quick glance at it he nodded to himself and stuffed it back into his pocket.
Eliza Ann Smith Chapman, aged forty-six. It is my authority to tell you that on this day, the 8th September 1888 your life in this realm has come to an end by murder of the notorious serial killer Jack the ripper. Your spirit will be taken to the Court of Interitum where your soul will be judged and decide where you will go to after that, he explained to her as if he read it from a script or he had said it a hundred times before, which he had.
No no it can't be my time! My kids! She pleaded as tears welled up in her eyes. Then stomach churning sounds were heard from behind her.
You really don't want to turn around, the young man said again. He was watching Jack the Ripper take out her organs and place them in jars. Annie began to weep, her knees bending as she arched forward. The young man placed his cigarette back into his mouth, breathing in.
Please, death sir... I beg of you! Annie suddenly shrieked.
Don't call me death, my name is Kael, he quickly said pulling the cigarette from his mouth and letting out the smoke into the air.
Okay... Kael... I have kids...please..., She sobbed as she took his hand. Her legs finally gave way and she dropped to her knees. She tried to speak, tried to plead more to him. But nothing could come out. All she could do was cry.
But Emily Ruth is waiting for you, Kael then said to her. Annie's head shot straight up to Kael's caring and understanding eyes.
W...what did you say? She asked as her voice shook uncontrollably. She let one hand go from his to wipe her watery eyes as her make-up ran down her aged face.
Your daughter Emily Ruth? Died aged twelve. I promised her that she could see you again. She's with her grandparents now, your mum and dad, Kael said in a comforting voice as he lightly smiled to her.
Emily Ruth? Mum and Dad? She whimpered as she clambered back onto her feet. She could remember when her daughter died. She was completely heartbroken. Instead of getting any support from her husband he in fact left her soon afterwards. Annie began to cry again, this time though Kael was prepared. He had placed the cigarette in his mouth and searched his pockets, pulling out a silk handkerchief. He offered it to Annie who quickly took it, wiping her eyes and blowing her nose.
Your time here is over. You need to move on to be judged at the Courts of Interitum. That will determine which place you will go to. And besides, it's not the last time you get to see your other children. In the end everyone has the same outcome. They'll join you when their time comes, Kael explained to her. Annie took her time to quell her sobbing and to compose herself. She then offered back the handkerchief that was stained in tears, make up and snot.
You can keep it, Kael said with a smile. He then took a very long hard drag, consuming the entire cigarette. Annie looked on as he stood up and turned to the side. Kael then breathed out the smoke and in just a few seconds the two of them were engulfed in it. Kael reached his hand out through the smoke and grabbed onto what appeared to be a doorknob. He turned back to see if Annie was up on her feet. But he was amused that she appeared to be holding her breath in the smoke.#
You don't need to do that. Spirit's don't have breath, Kael smirked. Annie looked back to Kael and sighed. She looked on curiously as she heard a clicking noise, as if a doorknob was turned. Suddenly Kael pushed open the hidden door and walked inside. Annie was hesitant but slowly followed after him. Once Annie entered through the door Kael shut it. She blinked her eyes in confusion at the room before her. This small corridor was completely green, the type of green you would see in freshly grown grass. The floor beneath her, the walls beside her and the ceiling above her was a rich green limestone. The room was lit up which confused her as from what she could see there was no light source at all. She looked to Kael who leant against the wall with a smile, nodding his head to the side, beckoning her in further in. Annie slowly walked down the corridor, looking around. The first thing to take her notice was the big black door to the right side of the corridor. It's doorknob a silver skull.
What's behind here? Annie asked curiously, slowly extending her hand to the doorknob.
My quarters. Kael answered slipping his hands into his pockets. Annie grabbed the doorknob and tried to open it. But no matter how hard she tried the doorknob wouldn't turn. She grabbed it with her other hand and tried again but still failed to turn it. She frowned and then placed her foot against the door in a final attempt. Kael stood chuckling in amusement at her determination. She continued to try but to no avail. She then let go of the door and leant down taking tired breaths.
It won't open by a human soul. The door your looking for is that one, Kael said, nodding towards the end of the corridor. Annie looked down to find a door at the end of the corridor. It was a brown wooden door with a golden door handle and an oval shaped tinted glass window in the centre. On the window was the image of a golden weighing scale. She slowly walked toward the door then turned back to Kael with uncertainty.
That's the Courts of Interitum. That's where you'll be judged and it will be decided where you go, he said to her. She looked to the scale image on the tinted glass them back to Kael with a confused look.
But I heard it was a bright light at the end of a dark tunnel, Annie questioned. Kael's face dropped and sighed to himself.
Okay that whole thing with the dark tunnel started from a blind man. Everything was black to him so we needed him to walk towards the court door, since we can't assist someone through the door. So we had this ridiculously bright light shining out of the door. This light was borrowed from someone on the other side and it actually temporarily healed his sight. Then he was suddenly resuscitated and spread the world of a bright light, Kael explained as he scratched his head. Annie looked a little surprised at the origins of that tale and even cracked a grin.
The real process is this. You die. Your soul leaves the body. The Grim Reaper comes to collect your soul and bring it here. You walk down this corridor to this door and goes to the Courts of Interitum. You go through the door and you are faced with a giant golden scale. Behind it are two doors, one white and one red. You can guess where they lead to, Kael then said to her. Annie looked at the door, trying to see through the tinted window.
The scales then balance between the good and bad you have done in your life. If you have more good, the white door will open. The more bad you've done the red door opens. But that's what I've been told, never really been in there myself, Kael thought to himself.
What? You mean you won't come in with me? Annie asked hastily looking over her shoulder.
Only judged souls can go in there, I don't count. This is your court session anyway, Kael pointed out. Annie gulped and looked back to the door. She slowly placed her hand on the door handle.
Which door will unlock? Annie hesitantly asked looking down to her hand on the handle. It was a question that Kael was always asked, and he always gave the same answer.
You already know the answer to that, Kael pushed himself off the wall and stood facing her. She shut her eyes as she slowly turned the handle. Taking in a non existent breath out of habit she pulled the door open. The door was heavy and the sound of metal cranking filled the room. Sounding like the door hadn't opened for years. The room in front of her was dark, but she felt compelled to step inside. As if she was drawn into the room. She turned a last glance towards Kael, who gave her a smile and a goodbye wave.
Good luck! he shouted to her as the door suddenly slammed shut. Dust shot out from the door frames and floated in the air for a times. Kael gave a blow and the dust blew away into nothingness. He sighed and rain his hands through his long blue hair, pulling it behind his ears. He then turned to the black door and held the skull doorknob. He twisted to the right with out any resistance at all. A quick grin grew on his face at the image of Annie struggling to open the door showed in his mind. He pushed the door open walking inside and with his left hand he pulled the door behind him, and slowly the big black door slammed to a shut.