It was foggy in the streets. The man stepped quietly down the alleyway. He had already found his prey, now it was just a matter of confronting him before he did something naughty. Again. He spotted the target's target and the target approaching her. She was a waif-like girl, standing along the corner, her dress cut low. It wasn't made that way of course but a bit of knifework made it more revealing, and more than a little desperate. The man stalking her wore a top hat and a coat, a surgeon's bag dangled from his hand.
Jack stepped out of the shadows behind both of them, clearing his throat.
"Funny story. I once met a guy that... well I didn't meet the guy, I met his success. See he was trying to do the same thing you were doing. Only he was a bit more ambitious. The fellow was a dwarf from the north, and he wanted to make something to protect his hold should he fall. So he started taking the bodies of fallen comrades, and from the Jotun they felled. HE pieced them all together, did all sort of mumbo jumbo, alchemy, lightning attraction, all that good stuff. And so Jotunstein was born. He was basically a living dead troll. Ice ran through his blood and he could control the frost. It was terribly interesting. Sadly the dwarf that created him was so horrified by what he had done that he kicked my new friend out into the cold. WE met up, I gave him some chow and we parted ways. It was a marvel really. Still, you made one mistake the dwarf didn't. You're out here trying to murder poor girls like Miss... I'm sorry I didn't catch your name?"
The story had more than unsettled the girl, and as uneducated as she was, the tale gave her an idea of what the sinister man had in store for her. She shrieked and fled as the top hat gentlemen turned on "Jack."
"You bastard! I only needed a few more parts. It was possible she could have supplied everything I needed! After that it was only the matter of procuring a girl from which I could salvage enough fresh blood to pump into my Darling Violetta!"
"Violetta? You've already picked out a name? Listen you're clearly disturbed. Perhaps you could return to the Onyx Tower, turn yourself in, and get fixed up. If I were to let you go that is."
The man's feature's contorted in rage and he pulled a scalpel from his bag. Electricity crackled along the blade.
"I am an Elementalist! You can't hope to stop me, Meddler!" He screamed and charged.
"Jack" picked up a stick from the ground and with a flurry of motion, he knocked the ensorcled blade from the man's hand and surged forward, hand shooting out to clasp the man's throat and slam him into the wall. He was sure to lift him just a tiny bit above the ground. It was obvious to the murderer now that perhaps he had bitten of more than he could chew.
"Here's another tale. A Tale of man who was a sorcerer. A Necromancer of the highest order, until he learned who he truly was. An Avatar of knowledge and an engine of righteous retribution. He was Anansi, The Spinner of Tales. He gathered the lore of the world and he punished the wicked. HE met a man, a depraved coward who murdered hookers. They might not be innocent but they did NOT deserve to be used in twisted experiments."
The man twitched, struggling for air. There was fear in his eyes now.
"And do you know what the Spinner of Tales did when he finally caught that man?"
The murderer shook his head feebly, feet kicking and eyes wide. The top hat had fallen from his head now, splashing into a puddle in the cobblestones. Jack thrust the stick into the man's stomach and called upon the meeting of Order and Chaos. The Spark flared within him as he transfered an agonizing Death into the man's body. It convulsed wildly, until Jack dropped him to the ground.*
Anansi, The Spinner of Tales dipped his finger in the man's open wound, taking blood and using it to draw a stylized spider on the corpse's forehead. Then he calmly stood and walked away. He paused at the end of the alley.
"He killed him of course."