Darkest Street of London
A few wodden toys still were laying in dust of old days. Robert couldn’t reach them and his friend was too lazy to clean this place. Rober Moore still made the best of it and had not forgotten how to smile. “I’m sure you come from a place that is much different… I can’t think why you’d choose Whitechapel. Here is nothing you could be looking for… but if I’m wrong, the White Star has a section for it. It’s how I make my money. My best client is the Lady, the one from the brothel. She makes sure everyone knows of her place… I wonder if the is also the woman who scares us all with her knowledge and her murders, but you can’t just roll to the brothel and ask her if she is SHE - what about you, are you scared of the new Ripper? Anything to hide SHE might know about you?”
Victor rolled his eyes again as he pushed Richard along “And this is surprising to you? Maybe you should looking to getting a body guard” He suggested before laughing, his wheelchair protected him from violence? A part of Victor doubted that “Yes well maybe you should look into installing a device that allows your wheelchair to pick itself up” He said with another snicker before taking a breath, the taste of cigarette ash was still on his lips.
He let go of the handles to Richard’s wheelchair when they approached a toy shop which made Victor’s eyebrow raise in curiosity “You live here? In a fucking toy shop?” Well if someone wanted to relive their broken childhood he wouldn’t stop them. Richard’s words almost made his stomach turn in disgust “So you like live here because you’re on your high horse so to speak? What happened if one day you wanna move? What the fuck is going to happen to the shop?”
He walked around and kicked some toys that were on the floor before turning to Robert and laughing “Yeah the place I come from is pretty damn different than this and frankly this place could use some cleaning up. Hire some maids or something” He suggested “And I come here because I have something to prove and that’s all you need to know” There was a slight growl to his voice but he tried to settle himself with another cigarette.
He took another drag and blew the smoke from his lips “SHE?” He questioned before shrugged “More than likely there are plenty of things about myself I’d like to hide but that goes for everyone” He stated “I just SHE doesn’t know about my family” He confessed with a roll of the eyes.
“And what the fuck is there to be scared of? I can always run away unlike someone, I think you’d be fucked if you had to run away. Ever think of making your wheelchair faster?”
















