[ WP ] You live in a world where people 's shadows show who they truly are at their core . Some shadows look like monsters , some look like animals . You are the only person in the world with no shadow .

Oliver Cromwell stopped on the corner of High Street and the muddy intersection leading to the slums, his breath coming in great gulps as he tried to catch his breath. `` Where did he go?'' he asked himself as he heard footsteps come pounding up the street behind him. Wheeling around he brought his revolver to bear on his partner and subordinate Ana St. James. He could see her shadow, a tiger, pawing the ground restlessly as she stopped beside him on the corner. 
 
 `` See where he went Ollie?'' she said in-between gasps. Ollie shook his head and then he snapped his head towards glass breaking. He took off at a dead run and rounded the well paved corner of the High Street shopping district, a place that cater to the extremely rich, from candy to firearms. 
 
 Then Ollie, spotted the bastard, or more his shadow, the terrible mass of limbs and faces, all looking like they were screaming, reaching out for help. 
 
 `` Jack Jackson, or Jack the Ripper! Halt in the name of the King!'' Ollie yelled from across the street as Jack turned and his body was shown in bright lamps of High Street, he could have been going to a society party. He had lost his top hat in the scuffle with the flying squad lads who had caught him, but Jack was deadly with a knife and killed them both, but as he fled from the scene of the fight Ollie had put a bullet in his shoulder, that is how they had tracked him, the blood he left behind. 
 
 `` Sent the Shade-less and his tigress after me did they? Figured you'd be the one to put me in my pine coat.'' His voice was cultured and soft, he was nobility alright; just like Ollie's original theory. It was the only way he could have been slipping the noose for years without being caught. `` Well Copper, you caught me,'' Jack said as he approached with his hands up in surrender, `` Take me away to the noose.'' his gentleman like bearing was beginning to crack as the monster showed through. 
 
 `` Ana, the irons.'' Ollie growled through grinding teeth as he held out his hand. She placed the heavy wrist irons in Ollie's calloused hand while keeping her own piece pointed at Jacks head. Ollie approached and roughly clapped them into place, intentionally over tightening them. 
 `` Tell me something shade-less, did I kill someone you cared about, I do tend to get around, maybe even to the outskirts of the city.'' Jack hissed through his pain, trying to get a rise and it was working. 
 
 `` Shut your face, scum!'' And Ollie slammed a fist into Jacks mouth sending him flying to land heavily on the smooth cobble stones. 
 
 Rubbing his jaw Jack sat up and chuckled. `` Now, now, struck a nerve did I? Well let me think, who would be forgiving enough and gentle enough to go with a shade-less....'' Jack trailed off as Ollie told St. James to find a flat foot and send him running for a wagon and some flying squad boys. She left at a brisk run. Then Jack started again. `` I know! It was that beautiful red head, nice knockers on her alright, and her shadow, a swan, my, my you sure know how to pick'em.'' Ollie turned towards him and drew his revolver from its place under his left shoulder. He roughly picked up Jack and walked him to the nearest wall, the side of a candy shop, her shop. 
 
 `` Fitting do n't you think Jackie, its the same alley you attacked, raped and then carved up my Jennifer, now you son of a bitch, I'll see you in hell.'' Ollie raised the revolver to Jacks head and pulled the trigger. The bullet tore through Jacks skull and splattered his brains over the red bricked building. Jack slid down the wall leaving a gory trail of blood, bone and brain matter until he sat down in the overly clean alley. Light from the lamps showed the monstrous shadow break up and fade away, like with all of them, when death comes, the shadow goes with you; some think as your next body. As this thought played through his head, Ollie removed a cigar from his vest pocket and struck a match off the side of Jennifer's shop. `` Jesus, she'd have killed me for that.'' Ollie said out loud to himself as he puffed merrily on his cigar and scratching at his beard. 
 He turned as he saw St. James and what looked like the entire flying squad coming up the street with the rising sun at their backs. He began walking towards them and when he did n't stop St. James called out `` Where ya headed Ollie?'' Ollie stopped and looked at her, he meant it to be a knowing look. 
 
 `` I'll be up at St. Micheal's, if anybody wants to talk to me tell'em I'm with the wife.'' With that Oliver Cromwell walked off into the rising sun a happy man. 
 
 EDIT: Spacing
