Slasher Strikes Again:

Simone’s Notes:

In the late eighteen hundreds, Jack the Ripper went on a rampage of killing prostitutes. He would usually kill them in a public or semi-public place; the victim's throat was cut, after which the body was mutilated. Some believe that the victims were first strangled in order to silence them and to explain the lack of reported blood at the crime scenes. The removal of internal organs from some victims has led to the proposal that the killer possessed anatomical or surgical knowledge or skill.

At two o’clock in the morning, Hughes received a phone call from Headquarters. “Hello?” he asked in a tired voice. “Hughes!” David exclaimed over the phone in a panic. “David?” the lt. colonel asked half-sleep. “What is it? Do you know what time it is?” “They found another body in a brothel and it’s a major!” the major exclaimed. The lt. colonel’s eyes shot open in shock. “Okay!” he said quickly. “I’ll be right there!” Then, Hughes hung up the phone, quickly got dressed, and hurried out the door.

Every military man was crowded around the brothel house. The major lie on his back naked and tied down. He was in the same state that the captain was in only worse. Some of the men under the big ones looked sick and were close to fainting. Hughes joined the other men. Mustang and others looked so pale. No one could speak. “This is the fifth one this week.” Hughes spoke up. “Yes…” Dan replied sickly. Ian turned to the brothel owner. “Who were all of your hookers tonight?” he asked. The owner counted on his fingers and thought about all of the names in his head. “Let’s see,” he began. “There was Prague Girl, Barcelona Girl, Tours Girl, Warsaw Girl…” The owner thought back harder. “Anyone that you assigned to this particular room where the murder took place?” Ian asked as he pointed to room 17. The owner shrugged and shook his head. “No,” he answered. “Do you mind if we interview the girls here?” Mustang asked. “No, go ahead.” the owner replied. Then, Mustang and Hughes went around to the different girls to gather any evidence and clues. Travis watched on in the background. This really wasn’t looking good. The last thing he wanted was to have Anika caught up in this mess. “There is only one way to keep her safe!” he thought.

“Anika!” Travis called when he made it home again. “I’m in the bedroom, darling!” his girlfriend called. The major general walked down the hall to their room. He found Anika lying on the bed. She was only dressed in lacy black and white bra and panties. Her toe nails were a light pink color. The woman looked like a hot porn starlet. Travis was quickly turned on. Anika smiled at him devilishly. “Does the big man like what he sees?” she asked. “Yes ma’am!” the major general called out. Then, he rushed into the room, yanked off his clothes, and banged her wildly. Anika’s screams and moans filled the room in a heartbeat. Afterwards, the major general lied down beside his girlfriend. Anika cuddled close to her lover.

After a few minutes, Travis reclaimed his head. “Anika,” he announced. The hooker slowly looked up. “Hm?” she asked sweetly. Her lover looked her straight in the eye. “I need you to quit your job as a sex worker!” he said quickly. Anika’s eyes became big with panic. “What?” she asked in shock. The major general sat up slowly. “Come on,” he spoke up. “It’s only fair in our relationship. I only want you. I don’t want to share you with any other men.” Anika then became annoyed. “I refuse to stay at home and stare at four walls all day long!” she snapped. The major general lightly put his finger to her sweet lips. “Now, now.” he said softly. “I didn’t say that you had to be a housewife.” His bird stared at him blankly. “Are you saying I should still work?” she asked. Travis nodded. “I like it when a woman works to support herself,” he said. “It proves something of herself.” Anika kept looking him. “And what job are you suggesting I should have?” she asked. Travis kept smiling at her. “You’ll figure something out,” he replied. “You’re clever like that!” Then, he lightly kissed her on the forehead. Anika felt confident again. Maybe getting a new job won’t be so bad after all.

Word spreads around Central like wild fire. Pretty soon, everyone knew and feared the Night Slayer as they named her. Everyone wanted to knew who she was and why was she doing this. The investigates division were having a hard time at putting the pieces together. So far, they only had the basics. Hughes, David, and Dan all sat around confused. “Why would any man want to be choked to death during sex?” Dan asked aloud. “Because,” a voice spoke up. “They want to make the sex better.” All three men looked up to see Tawny. She was looking just as trashy as ever. The woman smelt of a light vodka and gin mix. Hughes raised an eyebrow at her. “Are you banned from here?” he asked. The hooker grinned at him like the Cheshire cat. “Don’t care!” she called. “I’ve got a business to run!” This gave David an idea. “Hey Tawny,” he spoke up. The hooker eyed him. “Yes?” she asked sweetly. The major sat up straighter. “How long have you been a prostitute?” he asked. “Twenty-four years, why?” she answered. David smiled at her. “Good,” he replied. “We are really going to need your help on this case?” Hughes and Daniel stared at their friend in confusion. “Price,” Hughes spoke up. “What are you saying? You know Mustang doesn’t allow her on the base!” David kept grinning at his pal. “Who said she would have to be on the base?” he asked. “She can look through all of the brothel houses. See where I am going with this?” The other two men began to catch on. “Oh!” they said in unison. David smiled and nodded. “Told you I’m brilliant!” Then, the men all turned to Tawny. “So what do you say?” David asked. The harlot grinned at him proudly. “Sure!” she called. “I’ll help you out! I’ve got nothing else to do!” The men all smiled again. Finally, they were getting somewhere with this case!

Mustang was walking around out in the yard when he saw a mysterious woman. She had long flowing silky black and a healthy tan to her skin. The woman was dressed in a long curve-hugging black dress to her ankles. Mustang just couldn’t take her eyes off of her. He walked over to her causally. The woman slowly looked up. When he was standing in front of her, the colonel smiled at her. “Hello there,” he addressed in her his best gentleman’s tone. The woman smiled at him sweetly. “Hi.” she replied. Mustang got a good and long look at this mysterious woman. She had lovely grayish-blue that added charm to her looks. Her bangs added some charm to her face. She smelt of an exotic sweet-smelling perfume from Europe. The colonel could take his eyes off of her. “Are you okay, sir?” the woman asked in order to bring him back to Earth. “Huh?” Mustang asked quickly. “Uh yes! I’m fine!” The woman kept smiling at him sweetly.

“I am Col. Roy Mustang,” the man replied as he shook her soft lovely hand. “I know,” the woman answered. “You are well known. My name is Selena!” The colonel was nearly lost in her heavy sensual voice. This woman breathed out sexuality. Time seemed to stop for them. Mustang wanted to bang her on the spot! Then, reality set in hard. “COLONEL!!!” someone yelled out to him. Roy quickly returned to Earth and looked up with Selena. A major was flagging him down. The colonel turned back to his lady acquaintance. She was still smiling at him sweetly. “Uh well… I better go then!” he said quickly. “Yes.” Selena replied. Then, Mustang let go of her hand and left. The woman watched him leave. “He seems nice!” she thought. Then, Selena went her own way.