(Story contains violence and dark themes)
Romana left the abandoned factory and walked through the streets as the light from the gas street lamps glowed , she walked towards and saw a man climbing out of a horse carriage. She walked up to the horse carriage and paid the driver to take her to the city centre , an hour later Romana had arrived at the city centre and got out of the horse carriage and watched as the driver went back to Whitechapel , she stood outside next to the cathedral and looked around for her next victim.
As she walked around the shaded areas of the streets she saw a wanted poster on the brick wall , "you'll never catch me" she mumbled and then ripped the wanted poster off the wall. Romana walked onwards past the shops and towards the river , she saw a man walking by the bridge and followed him , the man walked down the stairs and stood by the river where people had anchored their boats , "who's there" said the man as Romana watched him from behind a stack of crates.
The man looked across the river as Romana climbed up some scaffolding next to the warehouse , "show yourself" said the man as he heard a noise behind him , he looked around and saw nothing as it began to rain. Romana pulled her blade out then jumped off the scaffolding and landed on the man , they struggled as he tried to push her off then suddenly Romana pressed her blade against the man's neck then slit his throat , blood sprayed from his neck and dripped from his mouth as Romana thrust her blade into his back a few times.
Romana watched as his blood sprayed everywhere falling down onto the stony cobbled ground , the man fell down and then Romana pushed his body into the murky brown river. His body floated down the river as the current moved fast , Romana ran through the dark alleyways and laughed until she reached a cemetery , she sat under a tree by a grave and started to talk to herself as the voices in her head screamed and taunted her , she held her blade and watched as the blood dripped off it.
Romana began to sing a to herself a little, "ring o ring o roses..." She sang as she she held her head , the look of madness in her eyes as she pressed her sharp nails into her skin and scratched her face leaving a mark. Suddenly she heard a noise close by next to an old crypt...
To be continued in part 6
Romana left the abandoned factory and walked through the streets as the light from the gas street lamps glowed , she walked towards and saw a man climbing out of a horse carriage. She walked up to the horse carriage and paid the driver to take her to the city centre , an hour later Romana had arrived at the city centre and got out of the horse carriage and watched as the driver went back to Whitechapel , she stood outside next to the cathedral and looked around for her next victim.
As she walked around the shaded areas of the streets she saw a wanted poster on the brick wall , "you'll never catch me" she mumbled and then ripped the wanted poster off the wall. Romana walked onwards past the shops and towards the river , she saw a man walking by the bridge and followed him , the man walked down the stairs and stood by the river where people had anchored their boats , "who's there" said the man as Romana watched him from behind a stack of crates.
The man looked across the river as Romana climbed up some scaffolding next to the warehouse , "show yourself" said the man as he heard a noise behind him , he looked around and saw nothing as it began to rain. Romana pulled her blade out then jumped off the scaffolding and landed on the man , they struggled as he tried to push her off then suddenly Romana pressed her blade against the man's neck then slit his throat , blood sprayed from his neck and dripped from his mouth as Romana thrust her blade into his back a few times.
Romana watched as his blood sprayed everywhere falling down onto the stony cobbled ground , the man fell down and then Romana pushed his body into the murky brown river. His body floated down the river as the current moved fast , Romana ran through the dark alleyways and laughed until she reached a cemetery , she sat under a tree by a grave and started to talk to herself as the voices in her head screamed and taunted her , she held her blade and watched as the blood dripped off it.
Romana began to sing a to herself a little, "ring o ring o roses..." She sang as she she held her head , the look of madness in her eyes as she pressed her sharp nails into her skin and scratched her face leaving a mark. Suddenly she heard a noise close by next to an old crypt...
To be continued in part 6