Murder in whitestable

I never had a name. My parents never gave me one,mainly because they hated me. I was abused ever since I was born. Until 'He' came.

Who is he you ask? Well,let me tell you how I met him.

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It was a dark chilly night. My parents, brother and I were out in the streets,coming home from the market. As usual I was carrying everything. No matter how heavy it was. We went through the alleyways because it was the fastest route home. But on that night... Something felt wrong. I couldn't shake of the feeling I was being watched. I keep thinking their are dark, malicious eyes staring into my soul. Unfortunately I was to busy looking around for them that I wasn't paying attention to where I was going so I tripped. I fell, all the groceries I was carrying were flung from my back, spilling onto the ground. My family looked at me with hate and sadistic pleasure."well it looks like the little rat ruined our food. Time for some punishment little rat." My father said to me."Hony please save me her waste below.

I want to get my fair share after all." My mother said grinning like a mad pony."ooh ooh can I rip out some of her mane. Or maybe her tail, I want in on some of the fun!" My brother said jumping in sadistic glee." Of course son whatever you like, but try not to let her scream. We don't want any pony to hear. And besides you can do the whole beating when we get home." Father said while looking at my brother. They closed in on me, and then started to beat me. I never screamed. I learned to not to when I was 7. After the beating they stepped back to admire their work. "Hmph." My father grunted, looking displeased. " I think she's finally taken all the fun out of being punished. I say it's time to get rid of her. What do you say?" Father asked while looking at me. " why yes I think it is time to get rid of her don't you son?" Mother asked brother while looking as bored as ever."Hm yeah I guess so." Said brother. But then he went wide eyed and started grinning again. "Ooh ooh father can I kill her please? I can use that old beer bottle right their to stab her throat." Said brother while both pointing at an old beer bottle and giving father the puppy dog eyes. "Alright son go ahead." Said father. " Oh thank you father thank you thank you thank you for letting me kill her. I'll make you proud!" Said brother as he walked to the bottle. He then proceeded to grab it with his mouth and smash the bottom end until all that was left of the bottom half was a bunch of jagged glass. He then proceeded to trot towards me slowly, grinning ear to ear. "Oh this is going to be so much fun!" He said through the bottle in his mouth while shivering in pleasure.

"Well this is it." I thought to myself while silently crying."This is where I die. I was to busy crying that I almost didn't see the pony behind my family. He wore an overcoat with boots and was wearing a top hat. He was also carrying a knife with him. I thought he planned on leaving me to die. That is, until he spoke. "You know I wondered when you would make your move." The pony said, startling my family.

"Now that I have your attention, I'm going to ask you nicely." He said walking up to the three shocked ponies. "What would you like me to send to your relatives? Your ears or your liver." The pony then looked at me. His eyes. They were... Shocking. When he looked at my family his eyes showed them looks that could kill. But when he looked at me. His eyes showed pity,remorse,and a bit of grief. And then he spoke to me "Hello their little filly. I need to ask you a favor. Can you walk?" He asked. As a response I stood up on wobbily hooves. "Good, now could leave the alleyway for a second? This isn't something a foal should watch." He told me. So I walked over to the corner of the alley and hid on the side of the wall. All I heard then was something that sent shivers down my spine. "MEET THE RIPPER!. I don't remember what happened next. All I heard was screaming and the sound of some pony being gutted. After a couple of minuets later the pony walked out levitating a bloody knife with him. "must be a unicorn." I thought. He then looked at me and handed me a bag of what sounded like bits. "Keep the change. And be ready for questions." He said. Then he walked around the corner and disappeared.

I went back to the alleyway to see what happened to my family, and what I saw made me stop in my tracks. The corpses of my brother,mother,and father were butchered beyond recognition. And the gore. It was splendid. It was then I felt something inside of me. It was happiness. Happiness that my family was dead. Happiness that their toture of me had finally ended. Happiness that I was finally free.

I walked up to their corpses and spat on them. It was then that I noticed a letter in the middle of the gore. I went over to pick up the letter and I read

"Hello whitestable. I hope you enjoy my little presents left for you. It was splendid. Sorry if the letter is a bit short, I got a schedule to run so I wish those who bully and abuse others good luck. Because their going to be meeting me soon

From hell Jack the Ripper

After finishing the letter I looked up into the sky, with a smile on my face. "Thank you jack. Thank you for freeing me." I said as I dropped the letter and went home. Knowing that I will finally rest peacefully.