Have you ever heard of Jack the Ripper? Yes, no? Well if you haven't, Jack the Ripper was one of the most gruesome, most evil killer from London, England of all time. He was believed to be a doctor, doing autopsies on his female victims. He has killed many victims in the autumn 1888, parts of their organs missing. I know what you're thinking, what happened to the bad guy? Well, he got away. No one ever found out who he was or how he looked. How do they know his name is Jack? They don't, they predicted that it was Jack. Now, why am I talking about Jack the Ripper, you ask? Because this story is about the new, the modern Jack the Ripper. He is the most vial of all killers, he is millions of times worser than the imfamous Jack the Ripper, he...is a she....
Let us introduce out main character. Iksnay Sawyer, a part time crime scene investigator and specialist. Iksnay has been around the world: from China to Japan, from America to London. He is a thirty-two year old that has graduated top class from Harvort University. He has long black silky hair tied up to a pony tail, pale skin, and ice blue eyes. People always mocked his name, Isknay, mocking the way it sounded. But let me tell you this, Isknay may have been the smartest, but that doesn’t mean he couldn’t fight.
Iksnay likes to wear black suits, similar to what Agent Smith wears in The Matrix, or grey and black trench coats with a black turtle neck and black jeans with a black belt. Could you guess his favorite colors? Black and grey. He likes to wear black metal rings and silver or onyx earrings. Can you guess how he looks? Dashing, handsome. He the type of man almost ever girl wants, that is if they like dark and mysterious.
Iksnays first crush was in middle school. Now why am I telling you this? Because, if I tell you this than you would know how bad he is with women. His first ever crush was Megan Brocks, a red haired straight A’s student with perfect attendance and a sweet smile. One day Iksnay went up to her and said, “M-Megan would you l-like to g-go out with m-me?” Her reaction. “Uhh…no.” After that her whole table, being filled with her girl friends, laughed uncontrollably at the poor man. After that he swore to himself that he’d never get married and have kids. Oh, and another thing I forgot to tell you, Iksnay stutters, a lot. He can’t help but stutter. He is a serious man, clumsy, and can be startled very easily. He has never been drunk once in his life, and isn’t intending to. His favorite book is “The Perfect Storm” by Sebastian Junger and his favorite food is the one and only chocolate dipped sticks, Pocky.
In this story, Iksnay will be working on a case in London. Yes, you might notice that his case was at the same place where Jack the Ripper slain his victims. He is aware of this, but what he doesn’t know is that the criminal he will be searching for is the next Jack the Ripper.
Iksnay jumps at the sudden startle. “Forgive Mr. Sawyer but the plane will be landing in eight minutes,” the flight attended told him. “T-T-Thank you.” Iksnay stutters, looking out the window, noticing that he is very high. He wasn’t afraid of heights, he just didn’t like the feeling of a plane landing. He takes out his cell phone. 7:34 PM was the time. He yawns, knowing that he should have had more sleep before the flight. The sound of the plane slowly landing made Iksnay’s heart beat one thousand miles per hours. The wheels rubbing against the asphalt of the land way. Slowly, the plane began to stop, Iksnay gripping onto the handles of his chair struggling to calm himself down. “Sir we have landed.” The flight attendant states, releasing his seat belt and getting his bags. Iksnay takes a deep breath, getting up from the turquoise blue plain seat and grabbing his bags in a shaking manor from her. “I-I-I-I’m very capable o-of taking my bags. T-Thank you,” he says, making the last part sound a bit merry. The flight attendant nods, exiting the plane with Iksnay behind her.
Outside the plane stood two men—one was wearing a brown colored suit, the other one a black one with a matching hat. Iksnay stops in front of them, nodding his head. “Mr. Sawyer I presume?” the brown suited one ask, holding his hand out. Iksnay, transferred his rather heavy bags to his other hand, shaking the brown suited mans hand nervously, his silky black hair going over his face. “D-Detective Sawyer,” he corrects, releasing the man’s fist quickly and taking his bags. “Oh yes, please forgive me. I am Dale Brown. This here is my assistant, Alfred Pennyworth,” he states, point at the man in black. The one, known as Alfred, sighed with much irritation. “Don’t listen to the joking son of a gun. My names Alfred Gawdsen,” he corrects, holding his hand out to Iksnay. Iksnay looks at his hand for a quick second then back at the man. “Umm, s-sorry the bags.” He says, looking towards hands that were occupied at the moment.
“Oh, sorry. Would you like so-“ Alfred was cut off. “N-No I h-ha-have them. T-Th-Tha-Thank You.” He stutters, walking past them. They fallow, a little dumbstruck. “You’re stuttering a lot, are you nervous Detective?” Mr. Brown asks. “N-No, s-s-sorry I-I tend to s-stutter a-a lot.” He says, gripping his bags tighter and walking towards a yellow cab. “I see, well lets get you to your hotel room.” Mr. Brown replies, opening the cab door for him, the driver taking his bags to the back. “T-Thank you.” He replies, entering with the other behind. “And, welcome to London.” Mr. Gawdsen says, smiling at the young man. Iksnay smile back nervously, his feet tapping loudly.
“This, will be your hotel room!” the manager announces, bringing Iksnay to his room, Iksnay holding his heavy bags even though Mr. Gawdsen and Mr. Brown have asked to help multiple times. “Enjoy your stay Mr. Sawyer.” The manager says, walking away after sticking the key in Iksnay’s mouth. “How do you it?” Mr. Brown asks, removing the key from his mouth, whipping it, and unlocking the door, opening it for him. They enter, the walls were yellowish with a wooden bed. Yellow pillows and covers on it. White curtains and wooden desks, tables, and chairs. The doors to the closet and bathroom not too far apart. “It’s perfect. A-Although the color c-c-choice seems to make me d-dizzy.” He says, setting his bags down. “Hmm, at last I’m not the only one who thinks so.” Mr. Gawdsen says, laughing as he leaves the room. “Have a good night Mr-I mean! Detective Sawyer…” Mr. Brown corrects himself, closing the door behind him after giving him his key.
In an instant Iksnay jumps into the bed, he removes his trench coat, tossing it to the chair by the door. Neck he kicks off his black shoes and removes his belt, tossing them somewhere in the room as well. He releases the pony tail, his hair streaming like a black river down his back. He removes his turtle neck, his fine toned chest and abs exposed. Finally he lays back, yawning and stretching. It all begins tomorrow…
