|Jaquline The Ripper
Author: ShadowWolf Ryo PM
Jonathan has been newly appointed to the team working on the "Jack the Ripper" case. When Wylie invites him over, he starts acting strange. What could it be? What is the truth behind "Jack"? Male x MaleRated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Crime - Words: 3,436 - Favs: 1 - Published: 05-05-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3019683
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Hello! This is ShadowWolf Ryo with my first post on FictionPress! I own a FanFiction account called ShadowWolf XIII but I decided to post up my assignments from Creative Writing class. I became very interested with this particular story and I actually written another story called "Shred of Evidence" but that needed some work. Eventually I will right a series since I just loved my two main characters so much! I couldn't stop thinking about those two! However, since I'm a bit busy with my FanFiction account I can only post one-shots from time to time.
Oh! I have to do some warnings and some claimers now don't I? Doing claimers is a bit different from my regular disclaimers but it makes me feel excited!
Warnings: Hints of male love meaning two men falling in love with each other. Although one of them is a bit reluctant to admit it… This is set during Jack The Ripper's time but since I'm not sure what I want the time setting may change from time to time. I haven't done any research and I will eventually but you'll just have to live with this for now.
This is a creative writing assignment. I was limited to three to five pages so no roughhousing! I prefer some of you being gentlemen and ladies by doing the right thing by offering me proper criticism and encouragement. Oh dear! Change of character right there… sorry but I should warn you that I imagine what it would be like to act like someone 'proper' I even change my voice sometimes, comes with the whole 'writing with the mood' as I like to call it.
Claims: Jonathan and Wylie, including any other character belongs to me. If you really want to use them that badly just ask…I'll say yes! I'm not going to be rude about it you know. Events…I'm not sure I can claim those like "Jack the Ripper" but some events are truly fictional. This story is an original and does belong to me.
I hope you enjoy!
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"Jaquline" The Ripper
"What have you called me for?" a young man in a long gray coat shut the door behind him. Taking off his matching hat his dark hair lightly swept over the tops of his eyes. As he turned he let his eyes wander around the room, there were several levels of bookshelves lined with books and files. A large chandelier hung from the high ceiling, illuminating the large library that was within the household. Finally his gaze rested on the man over at the desk, coal black eyes rose from the large book he was reading, a smile forming on his lips.
"Nice to have you in my presence Jonathan, thought you would never show," the man leaned forward and propped his head up.
"You called me here," Jonathan sighed and hung his coat as well, seeing as he wouldn't need it in this room, "It would be rude to decline an invite without sending a means of rejection. Besides, you said you had something for me?"
A bemused smile grew on the man's lips, and eyebrow lifted towards his fine raven colored hair. "Thought you figured it out by now," tone a little baffled yet Jonathan knew it was all an act, "Not losing your sense now are you?"
"Not in the slightest," the young man slipped off his gloves.
"So what is it this time? Threat, robbery?" the man leaned back in his chair and pushed back his black bangs.
"Murder," Jonathan answered.
"Ah, Jack the Ripper, yes quite famous in London might I say," he picked up his writing utensil and started writing on a separate piece of paper. He set it down, hands folded and he propped his head upon it, "You're newly appointed to the team, aren't you? It was about time anyway, for the Yard to get it through their thick heads to finally come crawling to you."
"Waste of my time," his rolled his eyes and turned to leave when the man stopped him.
"Did you know the Yard actually came here to gather information?" the detective turned and looked at the information broker.
"Did they really?" he started walking towards the desk, "Or is it another one of your tricks, Wylie?" He stopped himself just a few feet in front of the desk; he observed how the eyes were unreadable, yet he could detective the slightest traces of annoyance and disappointment. Once he realized that it was true he brushed them way, he knew how this man tormented him, claiming to take an "interest" in him.
A calloused hand held up a warrant paper, a seal in the bottom right hand corner, handwriting familiar, instantly recognized as the captain of the Yard's handwriting. He cautiously took it from the man's hold and held it up into the light, seeing the royal seal of the queen showing.
"Queen's stationery," Jonathan murmured then placed it on the desk.
"It was intended to be delivered to you, Jonathan, yet the chief of the local station got jealous and greedy deciding to come here himself and demand for information," another smile crossing his lips, "To think that fool had threatened me, saying that I was going up against the law, amusing isn't it?"
"So even the Queen is resorting to the underground," the detective muttered as his eyebrows knitted together then turned towards Wylie, "So did you give them the information?"
"No," the man yawned within his hand, "It was under the orders of the Queen for me to keep it confidential, the information rightly belongs to you."
"Aren't you going to charge for something like this?" the young man crossed his arms.
"No, expenses were covered by the Queen herself, although I would have given the information to you if you wanted it yet she wasn't patient nor did I tell her," the pale hand shut the book and slid it across the desk, "These are accounts on the reports at the crimes scenes. I have everything you need, personal background check on the victims, list of possible suspects, several claims of witnessing, and descriptions of death and the corpse and might I also add that they are rather graphic so do be careful about that."
He took the giant book into his hands, finger tracing the hard cover of the book, "Anything else?"
Wiley stood up and walked towards the staircase, hand beckoning to follow him. They walked up to the second level and walked towards another door. A key was produced from the pocket of the older man's trousers and slipped inside the lock. With a gentle click it opened and he was led inside another room the size of an average study.
"This is everything I have on Jack the Ripper," Wiley informed him as the detective looked around in amazement on the many shelves of information on this one criminal, it could take him hours, or even several days to compose a theory out of all this information. "I will eventually either add more bookshelves or move this to another room within here. Perhaps I will even join you once I've finished my work," Jonathan turned, eyes disbelieving and a coal eye winked, making him shiver in slight horror, "That is if I have the will or I am just completely bored of my mind."
The door shut, then a sound of a click was heard. Great, now he was stuck in a room in the house of one of the most annoying people on the planet. Taking a seat in the corner he opened the book he brought with him and started reading. After finding paper and something to write with he began composing notes. It was pleasantly silent in the room; the only sound was the rain pelting the windows. Once one of the shelves had been completely bared a sigh escaped him as he tousled his hair and stood up for a stretch. Walking towards the window he opened it, the rain now gone and would only come back after a few minutes. Looking outside he saw the lamps already shining, and only a few carriages were on the streets, a few people were roaming here and there.
"You know it's dangerous to leave a window open at night," the voice next to his ear made him jump and he swiftly turned to see Wylie there, lips were thinned and eyes looking past him and out the window. He had not heard him entering the room or the click of the door. The older man's arms looked as if they were about to close around him yet he was surprised when Wylie did nothing but closed the windows, they were close in their space, lingering for a minute or two before Jonathan stepped away.
"How late is it?" he inquired the man, seeing no clock around.
"Quite the collection there," a hand gestured towards the piles of papers that were abandoned, "Any leads?"
A sigh escaped him, the other man knowing well enough that he was in a dead end. After explaining that the possible suspects were not even close due to lack of evidence they started to think more logically.
"Have you considered a list of doctors?" Wylie yawned as he kept his gaze on the flustered detective who was shuffling through the notes he had made.
"It would seem likely, the corpses of the five victims shown that organs were missing so he must have had some knowledge as to what they were doing. However with the list of alibis I do not believe it was a doctor. Someone with the knowledge of female anatomy can actually be capable so this does not only narrow to doctors. The fact that he left almost no evidence behind means that the roots must have been criminal," Jonathan listed what he had so far.
"Very impressive," Wiley applauded, "Yet what makes you so sure that this serial killer is a male?"
"Well the reports file that it would have been a male. I've collected this from several so far," Jonathan added and continued to look through his sources.
Wylie lifted himself out of his chair and crossed the room. He stood behind the young detective and pointed some of the reports out, "You want to know why I kept that bit right there?"
Jonathan did not glance over his shoulder, "Why?"
"It merely suggests that it was a male yet there was no evidence to prove it. You have said so yourself that anyone that had the decent knowledge of female anatomy could accomplish such a feat. Yet there is no evidence, Jonathan, so you have to assume everyone one is a suspect," he was interrupted by a smart remark.
"Oh, so can I place you as a suspect then?" the detective added in sarcastically.
"Sorry to disappoint you but I am no killer, merely an observer," the info broker chuckled, "Anyway who knows more about the anatomy of women more than anyone else?"
"A woman or a professional killer," Jonathan replied.
A smile formed on the man's lips, "Most wouldn't even consider a woman, you proceed many great detectives Jonathan."
Despite the topic the two men had enjoyed the talk they were having. At first he was reluctant to admit it to himself yet this was the first time he felt at peace. It was somehow comfortable here instead of his home. He would spend every night with his fiancé by the fireplace just sitting there in a silence. It was calm and relaxing yet it was never warm and comfortable. Looking out into the streets he saw that no one was there, not even a single drunk.
"I need to get going," Jonathan stood up and started walking towards the door. Suddenly his wrist was caught and he stumbled backwards into the older man's chest.
"It's late Jonathan, stay the night here," his electric blue eyes widened at how hollow the voice sounded.
"You don't understand, someone may worry," he tried pulling his wrist back yet Wylie's grip had tightened on him.
"It's raining outside, even your coat won't shield you from the cold," Wylie tried to convince him yet it didn't work. He pried his hand free yet Wylie had quickly wrapped his arms around him and tightened them securely around him.
"I need to go home," Jonathan struggled in the man's hold.
"Please Jonathan!" he froze at the sound of the other man's voice rising, it was rare that he did this, there were only a few times that he had seen him yelling yet they were not directed at him. "Please, just stay the night here," Wylie pleaded.
He was reluctant at first yet Wylie had pleaded him to stay, that in it made horror run down his spine. The young man first tried a lighthearted chuckle, "Did reading all this get to your head?" Jonathan looked over his shoulder to look into Wylie's eyes yet they were covered by his bangs and the info broker had buried his head in the crook of the detective's neck. When he had agreed the mood had not changed, Wylie walked over to a narrow door to reveal a cabinet of supplies. The man walked over and wrapped a thick blanket around Jonathan's shoulders. After making sure that the detective was comfortable he wrapped one around himself and they both took respective places to sleep in the room. The rain kept hitting the closed window, Jonathan not catching a wink of sleep.
"I'm leaving for America," the softness of his voice made Jonathan look to where Wylie currently rested.
"When?" he couldn't help but wonder if this was the reason the man had broken down before him.
"The moment the sun rises," Wylie answered.
"What? You wanted me to stay here and stay awake with you until you leave, is that it?" he slightly joked.
He felt strangely warm when he heard a soft chuckle, "You'll fall asleep before the sun rises."
"I will not!" he protested like some small boy.
He chuckled before it grew silent again, Jonathan shifted himself and looked at Wylie, he reached out, hesitant as first to just reach out and touch the other man's hair. The moon had finally appeared from behind the clouds, illuminating the man's hair. Pulling it back he turned again and closed his eyes. What was he doing? He had a fiancé, just touching another man's hair, or anyone else's hair, seemed wrong, especially when engaged. Gripping the sheets he thought he would prove the other wrong by surprising him in the morning that he was still awake.
The blankets next to him were left on the floor; they were still somewhat warm so he hadn't left long ago. Despite his determination Wylie had been right, he had fallen asleep, gathering the sheets he folded them neatly then put them away. It was then he felt something in his pocket to see another key accompanying his, Wylie's key to this house. With a light snort he exited the information broker's home, had he expected him to do the house keeping or something? After finally seeing that some things had been missing, like Wylie's cane for instant, he left the house only taking one glance back. Things would be different now that he was gone.
It had been quite some walk to his home. Wylie's estate was quite far from his own house yet gladly it wasn't that far. He would be bombarded by his sister to where he had been and keeping her worried, she would probably joke around about having an affair yet serious at the same time. After all, the woman did expect him to be loyal to her with him becoming his future wife and all. It was strange when people would first hear of it, thinking in disgust of a brother and sister being married together yet once explained that they were not related by blood and it was a mere arrangement people would be embarrassed at their words. Soon he was nearing his home when he saw a crowd gathered around where he lived. Curious he drew in closer, only to be in shock when he found police officers in the front of his house.
Pushing past the crowd and officers he burst inside of his home, the sight before him almost made him blackout. There before him was his sister who had been engaged to him, lay there dead, her skin pale and her eyes would be forever closed. The captain of the Yard stepped forward and placed a hand on his shoulder. He did not notice, for the world felt numb to him for a moment before he realized something, Wylie. Wylie might have killed his sister.
He scribbled the last of the information down on the piece of paper and tore it out of the book. A pale hand closed it and placed it on the desk, a full page on the plan of Jonathan's sister's death. No doubt that Jonathan would suspect him of murdering his fiancé, the thought of the detective hating him had Wylie wishing that the detective wouldn't care so much for her. She was a lair, a cheat, and to top it off a serial killer. Throughout London she was Jack the Ripper, throughout the underground it was better known as Jacqueline the Ripper.
Shutting the door to his office he left the estate. The carriage was outside ready for him and he ordered to driver to take him to the docks. She knew of his feelings, she knew how to use them and bend them in such ways that when the truth came out it would inflict damage. The best thing to do was to cover it all up and have a trail of lies; it was the only way to best the woman. She held him in her grips even in death; it may take awhile yet Wiley knew he could outsmart the woman and bring the truth. It may take some planning and quite a few months yet it would be worth eliminating that woman out of existence. Jonathan was his, he knew they were fated to meet; he was the only one who had matched him in so many ways. Thanks to that woman he would also have to put the detective back on his feet again yet it would be worth such a wait.
Stepping on the boat he turned to take one last look at England. Letting his eyes burn the image of London into his head he looked over at the vast sea, America awaiting him. There he was to collect information on a scandal involving a British citizen who had plans of breaking the treaty between America and England. Normally he would never side for justice or injustice, just staying between the two, passing and observing information yet this had settled into his plan.
Jonathan would follow him to America, accusing him of murder. It would be then that he would reveal that he was not the killer. In truth it had been two people who had been hired by Jacqueline to kill her brother due to the husband she already have investigating her. When he first heard of this he wanted to kill the woman himself yet when he heard Jonathan taking the Jack the Ripper case he saw a golden opportunity. The final result would be Jonathan finally figuring out the truth and this information would be told to the Queen. Jonathan would not be in trouble after he presented evidence of the young man's innocent in a folder he always kept with him then he would be hired as a high-grade professional investigator for the Queen. Things would work out perfectly, every exact measure and possibility calculated and there was no flaw in his work.
Jack the Ripper would go down in history, Jacqueline would be erased from existence. Grander Riser would never rise and Jonathan will; yet there would be no account of him. The last part did not matter though, because the only one who needed Jonathan was his own self.