( Story contains dark themes )
A thick fog had descended upon Whitechapel blocking out the moonlight, the fog was so thick that people could not see their own footsteps. The autumn wind became colder and bitter as winter began to approach, a woman wearing a hooded black robe was lurking amongst the darkest shadows of Whitechapel where she watched silently and observed the people passing by.
Moments later thunder rumbled amongst the dark clouds and rain began to fall, the rain splashed against the cobblestones and puddles began to form as the smell of smoke from the houses and factories chimney's filled the air. The people on the streets walked faster through the rain towards their homes as the woman in the hooded black robe climbed up the bridge nearby and waited for the steam train.
A few minutes later the steam train came hurtling down the tracks towards her, the steam train's wheel's screeched as the driver pulled the brakes to slow it down a little. As the steam train passed by her, the woman in the hooded black robe leapt onto the train carriage and climbed inside into a compartment and then moments after she entered it a man sitting on the chair almost jumped from his seat in shock.
"What are you doing?, who are you?" The man asked, the woman in the hooded black robe locked the compartment door as she remained silent and lowered her right hand down towards her belt. The woman grabbed the handle of her dagger and moved slowly towards the man, just as he was about to scream she placed her hand on his mouth and then silenced him.
Blood sprayed and splattered all over the seat, the woman in the hooded black robe slashed his clothes and continued to attack in a frenzy. His blood dripped from her blade as she stood there in silence, the drops of blood dripped onto the floor beside her as she put her dagger away and then a moment later she climbed out of the compartment and out onto the steam train's roof.
As the steam train approached the rail crossing the woman leapt from the train and through the air across the bridge towards a building. Moments later she grabbed the scaffolding at the side of the building and held on as she started to climb up onto the rooftop, seconds later she stood upon the rooftop, her robe flowing in the wind as the rain began to slow down and the thunder continued to rumble.
This was not the first time that she had killed someone, she had claimed many victims in the last several months, suddenly she began to hear voices calling her name. "Nyssa....Nyssa...kill...kill..." whispered the voices, Nyssa suddenly moved swiftly across the rooftops and began her search for her next victim.
To be continued in part 2
A thick fog had descended upon Whitechapel blocking out the moonlight, the fog was so thick that people could not see their own footsteps. The autumn wind became colder and bitter as winter began to approach, a woman wearing a hooded black robe was lurking amongst the darkest shadows of Whitechapel where she watched silently and observed the people passing by.
Moments later thunder rumbled amongst the dark clouds and rain began to fall, the rain splashed against the cobblestones and puddles began to form as the smell of smoke from the houses and factories chimney's filled the air. The people on the streets walked faster through the rain towards their homes as the woman in the hooded black robe climbed up the bridge nearby and waited for the steam train.
A few minutes later the steam train came hurtling down the tracks towards her, the steam train's wheel's screeched as the driver pulled the brakes to slow it down a little. As the steam train passed by her, the woman in the hooded black robe leapt onto the train carriage and climbed inside into a compartment and then moments after she entered it a man sitting on the chair almost jumped from his seat in shock.
"What are you doing?, who are you?" The man asked, the woman in the hooded black robe locked the compartment door as she remained silent and lowered her right hand down towards her belt. The woman grabbed the handle of her dagger and moved slowly towards the man, just as he was about to scream she placed her hand on his mouth and then silenced him.
Blood sprayed and splattered all over the seat, the woman in the hooded black robe slashed his clothes and continued to attack in a frenzy. His blood dripped from her blade as she stood there in silence, the drops of blood dripped onto the floor beside her as she put her dagger away and then a moment later she climbed out of the compartment and out onto the steam train's roof.
As the steam train approached the rail crossing the woman leapt from the train and through the air across the bridge towards a building. Moments later she grabbed the scaffolding at the side of the building and held on as she started to climb up onto the rooftop, seconds later she stood upon the rooftop, her robe flowing in the wind as the rain began to slow down and the thunder continued to rumble.
This was not the first time that she had killed someone, she had claimed many victims in the last several months, suddenly she began to hear voices calling her name. "Nyssa....Nyssa...kill...kill..." whispered the voices, Nyssa suddenly moved swiftly across the rooftops and began her search for her next victim.
To be continued in part 2
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