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What to name him? They had puzzled over this for such a long time. With their love for Sir Isaac Newton they knew exactly what they would call him.
They fawned over their young boy~ providing him with everything that his little heart desired. At first he had cried to have his own space to conduct and work on different school projects. His parents were quite amused by this & had high hopes for their junior Einstein.
But they should have really paid much more attention to what their jnr. Einstein was up to!
For his first project- he had hidden behind one of the garbage bins of The Sampson’s place. Their daughter, Susie, had spotted the young Einstein collecting bits & pieces of something laying by the front porch of her home. She screamed upon coming face-to-face with the on-going work conducted by the junior scientist. In his hand he held a small hammer that he had grabbed from his Dad’s toolbox. Susie sobbed after seeing the remains of her precious cat, Ginger, left near the front doorstep like a present for a pack of vultures in the Serengeti to enjoy.
Susie’s parents had complained to the boy’s parents…what kind of young man were they raising who had the audacity to come and easily mangle their sweet little Susie’s cat? After that incident, Susie’s parents told her to get ready to move to another location. They were afraid of living right next door to the little monster.
After that the next incident was unfortunately much worse than the first. One of the neighbors watched the kid playing with a box of matches in another neighbors backyard. He struck the match, and tossed it over a pack of other matches. When the boxes lit up into a hungry flame that raged like a roaring lion, the shed in that section of the backyard ended up catching on fire, & that chemical reaction set up another reaction of the sheriff kind. The neighbor who had seen the whole thing happen had called the police. They reprimanded the kid & advised him not to cause any more mayhem.
As the young boy grew older, he kept getting into lots of greater trouble: from ripping one of the kids in his class’s clothes with a pocketknife; to stealing money from the local barber’s cash register; punching his Sunday school instructor after he had heard something they said about the way his parents needed to discipline him more; selling dangerous concoctions & mixes he had created in his parents basement.
One day his parents decided it was time he went to a special place to get some time to meet with a specialist. He was picked up at his place by a group of heavily built men who reminded him of The Undertaker. They had barged into his room and placed him in the back of a silver van. His mother wiped the tears from her eyes and waved goodbye, but his father shook his head for a short while before looking away. Then he pulled his wife back into their home when she stood in the driveway for what felt like ages.
He was taken to a facility that was interested in exploring how far his mind, and energy could be worked up, or at least until he was beat. They placed a chip in the back of his neck. This way they could keep track of his exact location wherever, or whenever he was in time.
A few of the folks who recently joined the team were playing around one of the machines in the facility. They placed the new guy into it, & clicked some buttons. The machine whirled…
In a flash of a blinding white light, the newly added facility member vanished. The two guys rose from their seats in the frontside of the machine. They faced each other & said at the same time, “Crikey!”
Meanwhile, the new facility member had closed his eyes the moment the blinding light had appeared. When he opened them much later, his eyes landed on a street light in a place that was unfamiliar to him.
A voice called from the shadows. This startled him. He calmed down seeing that it was only a young woman.
She approached him with a warm smile. His hands slightly brushed the sides of hers. She then swung something toward him, but as quick as lightning he managed to block whatever it was. He felt the flow of liquid drip by his wrist.
He had never seen his own blood before. This made his heart skip, not from fear, but now his mind switched from being in a peculiar town, to one where he was ready to see what this oddity had for him to explore. With his other free hand he swiped the sharp tool from the young woman’s hand.
She yelped and gulped. Her eyes shook in fear. Here she had thought she could have taken this frail looking form down, alas, she’d been quite mistaken! Sir Isaac Newton’s laws of motion were not working in her favor…not tonight.
He swung the tool with great force across her throat. Blood splattered from her (carotid) artery right across her attacker’s face. He let go of her form, letting it drop onto the ground.
The sound of a whistle made him take off into the night. A policeman who had been on night watch duty thought he had heard a scream. The london fog at such a late hour, past midnight, was thicker than the sludge of stone soup his Great Aunt’s on his usually quiet (except for this time) shift.
The newspapers the next morning were already selling the news like a nice, hot cuppa to the folks in the city:
THE DAILY BREW
August 8th, 1888
LADY OF THE NIGHT FOUND MURDERED BY LOCAL POLICEMAN
Brave policeman finds body of a lady of the night. The woman’s body was found on the ground. Local detectives are still puzzled with the case and going to investigate further this gruesome kill. The killer is still at large. The woman killed was identified as: Ms. Martha Tabram. Her killer’s whereabouts, or name are unknown. But some folks who say they might have heard a scream coming from the victim’s direction informed the police the killer ripped some organs from the victim’s body. It is the most gruesome murder so far in this part of the little town of London. Others interviewed about the murder have began calling the killer— “Jack…”
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28th October, 2022.