From hell |
“Let your eyes be black, because your hart is black. Let your voice scream the name of or master and let your hands pick up the sword and fight for the darkness. The stars will fall, just because the fate not have any power in this lands any longer. The darkness will kill everyone who not wants to follow the evil in to the fire, and bur there forever…” He put down the boock on the table and get up from the chair.
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She went through the Black River, crying because she was cold and hungry. She was tied and scared for the voices that always scream in her head. The last two weeks had been terrible, every fucking day she had run for her life! Now she doesn’t care about it, if she should die, she will do that. The clock passed midnight and the bells started to ring, they rang and they rang and they rang and they rang… They keep ranging in her head and suddenly she scream, STOP IT! Stop it for goods sake!
She fell down to the dirty street, crying and screaming. What’s wrong with me?!, she thought, What in hell is wrong with me?! This bloody land, I don’t want to live here, I don’t want to live anywhere with my selves!. She had blood on her hands and in her face, she was dirty and wet, she locked like something the cat had hauled in. I will die alone, no one will find me and if they do they will only cast me in to the river between me, she whispered to the leafless branches.
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He saw the young women already when she came running over the old stone bridge. She was about 16 years old, short and dirty, that could he se. But it was something, he couldn’t se what, but something was wrong. It looked like she cried and the hour was late. When she came closer to him, he could se that she had blood in her face and on her hands. He could also se that her clothes were in rags and that she looked like a prostituted. It must be her…
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When she came over the bridge to the other side of the river, she thought she saw a man standing about 200 meters in front of the wet street. It was dark and foggy so she wasn’t shore and when she locked again he was gone. Tied and dejected she kept going throw the street. She started to sing a song her mother had sing for her when she was a little child. The tears kept fall from her dark eyes, down on the ugly dress. The rain kept falling and the voices inside her head kept screaming. She kept going. She kept going, kept going and going and going…
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It was she, ofcourse it was she! Now he only had to wait. And he did…
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She came closer and closer the corner of the big grey house. She was shore that it had bean white once upon a time but now it was dirty and old and it locked grey. When she came to the corner she had to turn right, then keep walking straight on to the… A man in black hat and a big coat emerged from the corner, in his left hand he had a knife. Everything blistered before her eyes, then everything gets black…
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He went through the Black River, he wasn’t happy, he wasn’t sorry, he doesn’t felt relieved or angry. He was just blank. He doesn’t run. he just went through the Black River. He stopped on the old stone bridge, looked out over the city. Then he turned away from it and went over the bridge, down to the other side of the river. Without turn back he kept going away in to the fog and disappeared forever…
Hes name was Jack Ripper…
…Amina 2oo6…
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