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Karameida
Sometimes a Dream, Sometimes a Nightmare
- Joined
- Jun 15, 2011
Lundan, Englund 1865
The streets of Lundan rang with the sounds of carriage wheels rolling across the cobbled streets. Hansomes carried gentleman to and from their clubs, paper boys on the corner yelled out lurid and attention grabbing head-liners. Shady looking men loitered about in dark alley's and disheveled women offered their wares to the passing men. Smoke clung to the air making everything seem and feel dirtier, fog swirled around the streets threatening to cast everything into obscurity. All in all, it seemed to be the average every day scene that one would expect of the city.
Lundan was home to the rich and powerful who made the fancy ball-rooms their play-ground, they took notice of little else that went on outside of their world. It was also home to the criminal and poor who lived in the dark underbelly of Lundan. Unlike the privileged, those who existed in this world took note of everything around them and often times took note of what happened in Polite Society. These two main groups each formed the two main sides of a coin. The two sides of society were mirror images of each other, each operated in much the same way as the other. One was just a darker, rougher version of the glittering sphere that the wealthy inhabited. Both worlds were corrupt and dark of heart. Few who inhabited each world could claim any purity.
The whole of Lundan was shocked when news of Alen Aldred's murder had been splashed across the various news-papers. Each one attempting to shock their viewers anew with claims and theories. There was no doubt but that it was murder, Aldred had been found in his bath-tub with a single bullet wound to the forehead and a strip of silk pink cloth shoved in his mouth. While it was true that Aldred had not been apart of Polite Society he was nevertheless considered a "Respectable" member of society. It was much different than hearing about some thug or whore being pulled from the Thames river. This was shocking.
The next murder would not have been nearly as startling if it hadn't of shared the same similarities as Aldred's murder. Terrance Campbell, a police officer found murdered on the very streets he normally patrolled, a bullet through the forehead and pink silk shoved into his mouth. The news-papers had, had a heyday with Terrance's death. There where whispers that this was the start of a serial killer. It horrified and awed the readers at the same time. A serial killer was in their midst? Impossible!
The third murder sent ripples through-out Lundan. Julian Healy, a Judge was found shot in his own home. There were those that speculated that he was killed by the same person who'd killed Aldred and Terrance but no one was certain. Sure, he was found with a bullet to his head but the tell-tell pink cloth in the mouth was missing. As in the case with Terrance, his death normally would not have made the news but seeing as there were two other prior killings in an eerily similar fashion, the reporters felt a need to connect all three deaths together. Whether there was an actual connection or not was now irrelevant. The other interesting fact of Julians death was that no one had heard a single sound coming from his bedroom.
Was there truly a deranged serial killer roaming the streets of Lundan? If so, who were they? Were they of the criminal class? Or did they spend their time in more...elevated social circles? And more importantly....who would they kill next?
The streets of Lundan rang with the sounds of carriage wheels rolling across the cobbled streets. Hansomes carried gentleman to and from their clubs, paper boys on the corner yelled out lurid and attention grabbing head-liners. Shady looking men loitered about in dark alley's and disheveled women offered their wares to the passing men. Smoke clung to the air making everything seem and feel dirtier, fog swirled around the streets threatening to cast everything into obscurity. All in all, it seemed to be the average every day scene that one would expect of the city.
Lundan was home to the rich and powerful who made the fancy ball-rooms their play-ground, they took notice of little else that went on outside of their world. It was also home to the criminal and poor who lived in the dark underbelly of Lundan. Unlike the privileged, those who existed in this world took note of everything around them and often times took note of what happened in Polite Society. These two main groups each formed the two main sides of a coin. The two sides of society were mirror images of each other, each operated in much the same way as the other. One was just a darker, rougher version of the glittering sphere that the wealthy inhabited. Both worlds were corrupt and dark of heart. Few who inhabited each world could claim any purity.
The whole of Lundan was shocked when news of Alen Aldred's murder had been splashed across the various news-papers. Each one attempting to shock their viewers anew with claims and theories. There was no doubt but that it was murder, Aldred had been found in his bath-tub with a single bullet wound to the forehead and a strip of silk pink cloth shoved in his mouth. While it was true that Aldred had not been apart of Polite Society he was nevertheless considered a "Respectable" member of society. It was much different than hearing about some thug or whore being pulled from the Thames river. This was shocking.
The next murder would not have been nearly as startling if it hadn't of shared the same similarities as Aldred's murder. Terrance Campbell, a police officer found murdered on the very streets he normally patrolled, a bullet through the forehead and pink silk shoved into his mouth. The news-papers had, had a heyday with Terrance's death. There where whispers that this was the start of a serial killer. It horrified and awed the readers at the same time. A serial killer was in their midst? Impossible!
The third murder sent ripples through-out Lundan. Julian Healy, a Judge was found shot in his own home. There were those that speculated that he was killed by the same person who'd killed Aldred and Terrance but no one was certain. Sure, he was found with a bullet to his head but the tell-tell pink cloth in the mouth was missing. As in the case with Terrance, his death normally would not have made the news but seeing as there were two other prior killings in an eerily similar fashion, the reporters felt a need to connect all three deaths together. Whether there was an actual connection or not was now irrelevant. The other interesting fact of Julians death was that no one had heard a single sound coming from his bedroom.
Was there truly a deranged serial killer roaming the streets of Lundan? If so, who were they? Were they of the criminal class? Or did they spend their time in more...elevated social circles? And more importantly....who would they kill next?
