Son of the Ripper - ArtL Nightshade (little bear else holmelund minarik .TXT) 📗

Since the time of his infant age, Ashcroft has been living under the care of David and Lily and their son, Mac. The tension and fear of Jack the Ripper as well as the search has ceased to exsist but the stories of his reign of terror has provided a great deal for many new authors. At the house where Ashcroft bought and now lives, a letter was placed under the pillow of his bedroom and read "To Ascroft, From Jack the Ripper"

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Jack and his wife, Julianna have been running, running from the Coppers knowing that they were close to finding out who they were. Fleeing to America where Jack the Ripper himself was now just a horrifying mysterious story, the two settled in Virginia. What will happen now? Will thier secret be revealed?

I have always called Mister and Mistress Aldred father and mother for they had taken care of me along with their own child, Mac Aldred. We became fast friends he and I but at times we can be competetive. I never knew my parents I had often wondered if I even did had parents in the first place.

I was found all bundled up in a basket at the front doorstep of their warm home. David Aldred, my father, was the one who saw me after someone had knocked on the door several times then kissed me on the forehead before running into the dark horizon. At the infant age, I heared the man holler out asking who the child was the next thing I knew, I was being picked up and placed inside the home where the sweet smelling aroma of food filled my nostrals.

"David, who was tha...." But before she finished, her husband turned to show a babe in his arms. "Oh. Oh David, where did you ever find this sweet child"? She picked me up from her husband's arms and craddled me. I wailed, my tiny hands clentching into the tightest fist I could muster, wanting food.

As if on cue, the red-haired fair skinned lady knew exactly what to do and placed a bottle in my mouth. Immeditately, I began sucking on the bottle, drinking the milk that was inside until I was satisfied. Iwailed again, not being able to burp. The lady picked me up again this time my back facing the man and she began patting the back, near my small plumpped bum until I burped.

"Oh my dear husband, what shall we name him?" She asked. Her husband, David, was holding a letter in his hand. It had only said "To David and Lily Aldred, From a very old friend". David opened it up and squinted his eyes in confusion.

"We have a name." He said turning the letter to show his wife. It was a name, a person's name, my name

Ashcroft.

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*Years Later, Late 1890's*

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I was fixing my ribbon tie as neatly as possible and grooming my hair for the trial of the author Oscar Wilde. I haven't a clue what he did but I was one of the young men who was called in by the Coppers to come and be the Jury but I do know one thing and one thing only. This trial not only involved Oscar but also The Marquess of Queensberry, John Douglas.

"Ascroft, Ash, are you ready to go?" Mac, my brother, called out, descending down from the stairs, grabbing a black top hat from the small counter not too far from the door. We weren't overly rich but rich enough to pay for clothes, food, water, and nessecary needs to live.

"Yes Mac, I am nearly ready." I replied back, placing my gold pocket-watch inside of my pocket after I hooked it up to one of my lower buttons and dropping it in my left side pocket. I grabbed my coat as Mac opened the door and we both went out into the Court-Room for the trial.

Publication Date: 01-20-2014

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