Jack was going towards his home in a good mood, he got the number from Margaret, this was nice for him, Jack was handsome back in the day but he always put his job first and never looked at girls, now maybe he got lucky.
Night's cold breeze was flowing towards him as he chuckled like a little boy and went towards his home under a shine of a half moon.
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Far away from Earth.
In a deserted place where no life could be seen, trees withered to their branches were looking up at the brown sky. horizon was filled with an aura of absolute destruction.
Being opened the green eyes and looked up.
"Huh...."
He sighed and continued to sleep.
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Jack was on his bed sleeping, his body was sweating bullets, and Jack's body was turning left and right.
In his dreams, he was experiencing a memory, a bad memory.
The little boy was standing in darkness, only a few inches were illuminated by bright light.
The boy was searching for something, he went left and right, Light was dissipating slowly.
After a while light disappeared completely, and the boy gave up and started crying.
"Where are you... Please... I am scared... WHERE ARE YOU!!!"
A screeching sound was heard from his behind, Boy Turned back and.
"BAAAAGGHHH!!!" Monster face appeared
"AAG---
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AAAAAGHHHHGH" Jack suddenly jerked up, he opened his eyes and looked around.
He saw his hands trembling hard.
"Gosh, that nightmare again." Jack stood up slowly and took a glass of water from the drawer next to him.
He drank it with trembling hands, since he was a kid these nightmares were hunting him every single day, no matter what he did he could not get rid of this feeling of helplessness and fear when he woke up.
Only times when he pulled his head to his work all the time did he get rid of these terrible nightmares. one of the reasons why he never managed to open up to anyone was this.
Jack sat down on his chair, he looked at his clock.
It was 6 AM.
He looked outside and the sun was still down, Jack sighed and stood up to take a breather, after opening up his window he looked outside.
Night breeze shook the trees and clear air could be smelled from the distance, there were birds on the withered trees in his castle.
He sighed "Well, what did i expect after meeting Margaret, looks like i am cursed." Jack went into his thoughts.
SLAP!!
The loud slap was heard by birds near the window.
PSHHHH!!
They flew up fast.
"Just what the hell am i even thinking, this is a new world and new life, so be it let me be hunted by this fucking nightmares, I HAVE SEEN WORSE BRING IT ON!!!" Jack slapped himself on his cheeks and said this loudly.
It was like he was challenging the heavens itself.
FLASH!!
It was like the heavens did hear him, lightning shot up from the clouds.
Jack chuckled and closed the window.
He then stood down and lay on his bed, he went to dreamland once again, but this time with newfound strength to fight this nightmares.
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1 Month Later.
15 August.
Jack was standing in his office, this last month was unimportant to him, just 15 days were left before the first kill would be done by Jack The Killer.
The office was filled with papers. organized papers.
Jack cleaned this shitplace up in the past.
So he would not put many papers again.
But still, it was necessary.
The light was shining down on the table, the sun was up in the sky and it was interfering with his work so he covered it with some paper, yellow paper, now it was shining from this yellow paper.
Jack had camera pieces in front of him scattered around, there was also a paintbrush and paint on the table there was also a potato flour next, and there was also black and white film, If someone saw Jack they would be really confused. he was irked at how the camera quality in this timeline was, it was trash.
He dismembered Kodak N.1 and had its part on the table, there was a glass plate next to it.
Jack sat down on his chair and took a paintbrush, he colored the flour with many colors, he was trying to recreate the colored picture, a method he was using was called the Autochrome process, this method was the ancestor of colored pictures that would be invented in the 19th century.
It went like this, the glass plate had to be exposed in a camera, and the light that would pass through the colored starch would record the image into the black and white emulsion, starch would dissolve and leave a colored picture on the film.
Jack was experimenting right now, he always wanted to do this but who would find an ancient camera in the future, they were almost all destroyed like everything by the time itself, and he wanted to see what would happen.
Jack took the box like Kodak N.1 Camera and looked at its insides, he put white and black film inside like it was, but this time he also wrapped the flour inside the film.
He then put everything back together and got ready.
Jack cleared everything from the table.
Jack pulled out an apple.
He pulled down the paper on the window and let the light shine through.
He put the table where the light was the best, Jack wanted to test this thing to the fullest, how would it record the light.
Apple would be perfect for the film.
He got ready very fast and...
BANG!!
He took the picture.
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10 Minutes Later.
Jack was still standing in the same location, cameras like this needed about 10 Minutes to be taken, but he had to make sure it was perfect.
Jack didn't know shit what he was doing right now, he wasn't a Camera enthusiast in his past life but since nothing was happening right now he needed to test this.
"Huh, let's see what happened now." He wiped his sweat off and opened the camera, he saw the film and took it to the window, Jack opened the window and looked at the film, his face slowly turned and he smiled.
"YEEES!!! I AM A GENIUS!!! HOLLY CRAP!!!" Jack jumped up in happiness, he made history.
This may not have been the first colored photograph it was sure to be the first picture to be colored and not some jumbled-up colored mess.
Jack smiled and decided to take another picture.
This was the happiness he needed because in the next few days, he would have to catch one of the most infamous criminals Jack The Ripper, he knew this would not be easy even if he had the evidence now.
Jack smiled and clicked the button to take a picture of another apple.
End Of Chapter.