So this is going to be a multi-chapter story of mine based in 1888 London, the time of Jack the Ripper. I've been wanting to write a mystery case involving England and America (or Arthur and Alfred. Which ever you prefer.) for quite some time now. And tada! I got the first chapter done! I've got a lot more to write! I have a plan and outline for everything I want to happen, now there's just the problem of putting all the pieces together. Anyways I hope you guys really like it! I'll be working on the next chapter and have that posted here hopefully very soon! Enjoy! ^^

The Unhinged Crimson

Swoosh…thwack! Swoosh… thwack! Swoosh… thwack!

"Good god Alfred! Would you please stop playing with my darts?" I yelled at the blue eyed American, casually throwing my darts against the dart board hanging from my wall. Alfred had a unique ability for annoying the living life out of me. Whether it was messing with my belongings or poking fun at my cooking, he always knew how to irk me. That twit.

"I don't even know why you bothered coming to London in the first place. You know I'm busy."

"I just wanted to see you Arthur." Alfred replied. He set down the darts on the coffee table that lied in the center of the room and walked up towards my desk. My head was propped up by my hand as I shifted through the papers scattered about on my desk.

"What are you working on?" Alfred poked his head over my shoulder and peered over my papers.

"Nothing involving you." I replied bluntly.

"Can I help you Arthur?" His question caught me by surprise. This daft git wanted to help me?

"As if I'd let a bloody tosser like you help me in matters as important as this!"

"Aw please Arthur!" The American reached passed me and grabbed my stack of papers, quickly inspecting them.

"What the hell do you think your doing?" I flailed my arms and tried to snatch back the stolen documents in hopes that I might get them back, but that bloody git already wandered over to the window that looked out to my well maintained garden.

"Jack the Ripper?"

"Yes Jack the Ripper! Now give me my papers you damn wanker!" I jolted from my chair and approached the American still perusing through the stack of papers.

"Whoa… did this guy really murder that woman like that?" Alfred questioned, now visibly disgusted as he handed back the descriptive report to me. I snatched them back and sighed. It was beyond my ability to comprehend how someone can mutilate a person like this. To go in and cut up a person one doesn't even know. Sure Mary Ann Nichols, the Ripper's victim, was a prostitute but that was, by NO means, reason to murder the poor girl, let alone rip her innards out! This disgusted me. It rotted me to my core. Jack the ripper must be stopped!

"Yes… he did. You see, Scotland Yard has been trying to identify and locate Jack, unfortunately without prevail. That's why I'm looking into the case. It is my duty as a country to keep my citizens safe. I can't very much do that with a crazed psychopathic murderer running rampant on the streets of London now can I?"

"No, I guess not. But who said you had to do this all alone? Sounds like you could use a hero's help!" Alfred's face went from utter disgust to that stupid perky grin he almost always wore. Oh my. The thought of that blasted idiot helping me catch a notorious knife wielding mutilator frightened me greatly.

"No I don't need any help. Especially from you. End of discussion."

Before Alfred could respond the doorbell rang. I excused myself and descended down the stairs. I opened the door to see Detective Abberline. He was the lead detective on the Jack the Ripper case. He stood at my door with a worried expression sprawled across his face. He yanked at a strand of his reddish-brown hair protruding from underneath his top hat.

"Arthur, sorry to bother you but we found another one. She was found around six o' clock this morning on Durnwar Street in Whitechapel. Just like Mary Ann Nichols, the first victim, the throat has been severed by two cuts. The abdomen was slashed entirely open."

God not another one. How many women did Jack intend to dismember?

"I'll be there at once. Allow me to gather my belongings and I will meet you there Abberline."

"Very well. I will see you there then." Abberline tipped his hat and left the doorstep, walking off to Whitechapel. I sighed and turned back up the stairs to gather my papers and notebooks. Once up on the stair landings, I found Alfred standing there, staring at me with those bright blue eyes. How much had he heard?

"So another woman has been murdered?" He asked me. His smile had left him and had been replaced with a morose frown. I can't help to feel infuriated that he had listened into Abberline's conversation, but I was in far too much of a hurry to lash out at him.

"Yes. I must get going, so if you'll excuse me." I sped past the tall American and grabbed the documents I was previously fighting with Alfred to get back. I hurried down the stairs and was almost out the door when Alfred grabbed the sleeve of my coat.

"Can I come Arthur? Please! I know I can help! I promise I won't get in the way." Ugh! This guy was like a child. A silly, puppy-dog like, child with nothing better to do then annoy me.

"Fine! I really must be going now, so you better not get in my way once we're over there Alfred or I swear I'll ring your bloody neck! Do you understand?" I snapped at him. I had no time to argue or debate with him, so this irritating American is going to end up following me to the crime scene. God this is going to be a long day.

"Do you understand?" I asked him once more while waving my finger in front of his face. He flinched slightly and nodded his head.

"Good. Now let's get going."

First chapter! What do you think?

Im currently working on the second one. Im a little stuck (Yeah. Im already stuck. Im kinda pathetic...Oh well.) But I think i've got a concept of what I want for it! So i'll keep at it and get that posted ASAP! Hope you all like it!