"Human beings have done nothing but tell tall tales. Great feats of strength and wonder. You know like paul bunyan or Billy the kid" the voice took a step closer to the whimpering girl. Blood filled the room they were in. She couldn't see the face but, the dress shoes with the blood stains and looking up could see a top hat and wearing a suit. Blood covered the suit as well from the other women that laid over the floor.

"Tall tales are my favorite thing to listen too and now little lady, much like your friends here I need your help telling another one. People seem to have forgotten about" in a instant the girls throat sprayed blood from her neck and in her fading life she finally saw the face of her murderer. A face that was ripped to shreds and bandaged together.

"Shhh it's ok. People will learn again who the real reaper is" and he stood and turned walking over the dead bodies and out the door. Several hours later the cops found the bodies of the four teenage girls. Each were dressed up for a party which now turned into a massacre. Cloths were stripped and their insides were torn inside out. Intestants laid over the floor as if a rain of blood fell on them. A gruff detective walked up. Holding his left nostrils to blow out and clear his nose. he took a deep breath to clear his head and started to walk the room. Following him was another older man walking with a cane.

"looks like he was here again holmes" the man with a cane called out.

"Dont call me that. I am not him." The gruff detective growled and pulled from his pocket a pocket watch and started to fiddle with it in his hand as he paced the room.

"Well then what do you see" called out the man with a cane who looked over one of the young ladies bodies. He waved his cane over the body and a completed image of the young lady appeared above her from the cane.

"Well Watson, its elementary. Shit I said it wrong. Point is it was him. Fucker was here again. Four more dead. What the hell does this sicko want?" He pondered while looking at the watch that started to glow and show a variety of scenarios as to where he went and what he did but, it didnt matter since ripper never could be found but, the watch picked up something different.

"You know, since the Genesis company started this program more and more weirdos have been popping up. First ripper and then that bloke in the watchtower with the split personality"

"Look just cause we agreed to this doesnt mean we are them. So quit trying to talk. We were only picked thanks to the heirlooms. Even if sherlock wasnt real I guess I have his capabilities. Still, what are they thinking. Were these people before us? Is there someone else making them? That's what I want to know"

"Well HOLMES we better hurry." Watson said with a smirk knowing he hated being called that.

Ch.2

Several years after the covid stand hit the world scientists made a discovery after all the deep nose swabs. One scientist discovered that within the blood of surviving covid victims was database full of history that was unique to each individual. Some even had famous detectives or serial killers in their blood. This brought in a new field that Genisis took over and made aviable for the public. Once you go in for a screening and bring in a family heirloom, something that was passed down for ages or even if you bought it at a pawn shop, they would be able to modify the object to make it work to your specifications or remodeled to your desire. Most kept to their heirlooms. A drop if blood would let you use basic functions. More blood gave you better results and usage. More than half would trigger a safety mechanism that stopped the device from over heating. Rumor had it that the artifacts would trigger the dormant souls and would cause them to take over the human host. Though Genisis denies the accusations they formed a group that would check in to disturbing cases.

Ch.3

A knife flew past the door as Holmes opened it to step in.

"God damn it Al, quit throwing the damn knives around" pulling it from the wall and tossing it in the table.

"My apologies, I didnt know. I was in a nap and then heard the door and reacted. Hello Watson"

He said in a foreign accent. Watson waved his can as he walked in and proceeded to his desk

 Though he wasnt the real one, the young man came from a family of assassins and thieves. He introduced himself as altair because he loved the assasin creed series. It stuck. So they would use him to track and catch culprits who were normally not easy to follow. Along with his skill set his modern day information gathering is next to none. He could learn the scores of a game that happen tomorrow if he tried, though he was joking.

 "No luck again eh?" Saying humourly as he sat up to have his hololaptop wake up. Reading information and frienting speeds.

 "No I dare say there wasnt any clues outside the normal." Watson replied. Pulling the handle off the top of the cane and placing it in the terminal. A image of the crime scene flooded the room and the three looked at each angle.

 "How the hell does he get them there and get away so quickly?" Holmes grumbled

 "Well he is the ripper after all" chimed in Al. Looking at the scene with grotest then went back to his own. "The weirdest part is that there no reference to them even being their"

 "What do you mean?" Watson inquired.

 Throwing it to the model in the middle of the room above each girl showed their social media accounts. Each one showing that they were at the party during their times of death.

 "Now he is either running them himself, or he has help. Now I checked the feeds and they all cut off as the last girl was killed. So he must of planned it? Yet there still pictures of all the girls in the party area. So doesnt make sense. Unless" he trailed off and started to dig.

 Holmes got a whiff of what he was going on about. "You dont mean he is using dolls do you?"

 Dolls was another creation by Genisis who was wanting to help grieving mothers who children were in comas. They found a way to connect the doll with the host via blood. The doll would act based of the memories in the blood. Two problems aroused that made them discontinue the project. First the limit of memories was based off the blood and always seem to repeat what was last known to the body. So if a boy or girl went into a coma but the last 48 hours was nothing but fighting with their parents then that is what the parents would get and if something happened to the host body, if they slipped out of coma and died, then so would the doll. Second people were using the dolls and taking random people blood and using them for vile acts and selling the videos online. This caused many to lose their families or jobs because they were believed to be doing the act and since the doll would take on the people appearance it didnt look like digital fraud.

 "How the fuck they get those? The company stopped a decade ago?" Holems inquire. Adding the new data into his watch and looking into new scenarios. He frantically paced the floor as more scenarios arrived. They couldn't pinpoint the killer next target or location. He threw it to the big terminal that added the recent data and map of the city appeared. The city was over fifteen thousand feet long and housed many abandon locations.the most recent scene took place no more than fifty feet from the latest victims party. Even if they knew how far of a range the dolls could have it wouldn't stop them since it could be anywhere within the diameters.

 "Its brilliant really" Al popped up and then went back to the computer. The only thing he shouldn't have said.

 "You think it's so fucking brilliant then you go get yourself killed." Holmes roared in anger but watson stepped between them.

 "I didnt mean in the killer I ment the how" he threw up a display on the terminal "he is using a low enough frequency to hide it among all the other traffic. Clearly he used or worked on dolls before. The only reason I caught it was because I seen the stream before. In the other victims. I just never thought it would be a doll."

 "Al, could you set up a city wide spread for a alert of that same frequency?" Holmes inquire.

 "If you dont try to kill me then yes. I could. Should I alert the main.."

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 "No do it within your own. Your network is reliable and if he has access to dolls then he might have access to the company network." Holmes exclaimed. His eyes lit up seeing how all the puzzles go into place now. He longed to catch this killer and finally he will.

 "Holmes as your doctor i need to remind you to control yourself. You havent slept recently. So for now you go rest and we will work on the trap ok?" Watson laying a reassuring hand on his friend. Holmes agreed and walke to the door.

"I'll be in the upstairs sleeping quarters. Wake me when we get a catch" he walked out and the two sat there for a moment to make sure they heard the steps of their friend fading off.

"Now Al. About mr. Hyde"

"Ah yes that bloke, is now ms. Hyde. See instead of what the old tales say, the company created one device to show, well the inner beauty. Yet it seem to have gotten mixed up. So take mirror mirror and add the old hyde tales and wala you have a sexy female that rips people kn bloodlust. See" he played a clip from a security cam. A woman covered by thin dress ripping a man in half and walking off.

"Where and who?" Watson asked.

"Problem is, the original owner died and it was pawned off. Since pawn shops wont give me the info legally.."

"Yes yes your covered"

"I went in and looked around and the name was Barbra beddings. I thought it was fake but she also turned up missing two days after the purchase date."

"Ok, good. I'll look into this. For now let him rest and send me Dex."

"Wait him? Why not me? I am right here you know and I can access the net anywhere, plus I am stealthy and.."

"You also are green and will jump and blow our cover before it happens. Dex can at least read the room and imitate since he is"

"Gotta fight evil with evil" Al said. Knowing he was going to be sitting there.

Holmes took a deep breath and turned and walked off. Grabbing the handle to his cane he attached it to the shaft and open the door.

"DeX will meet you in ten at the location" Al called out. Watson just nodded and walked out. He didnt enjoy Dex company but, they needed to find the other renegades.

Ch.4

"Mmm that was delightful" saying in a sensual voice. The woman was covered head to toe in blood and with her blood covered hand she gently rubbed her lower lip. I could get use to this. She was thinking as she walked in heels and black dress now stained with blood. She walked down a alleyway and stopped to look at the palm mirror she just picked up. When she looked at the mirror the reflection was crying tears and sobbing.

"Aww poor little thing. Dont worry" with a smirk and gently sliding a finger down the side of her body "I'll take good care of this body we have"

"No! Dont go killing anyone else!" The voice called out.

"Oh! But he was the guy that assaulted you and abused you. You wanted so badly to rip him apart and well I did it for you, for us babygirl."

"What are you saying?" The girl was scared and frightened and yet a little joy showed in her eyes realizing the truth about what her other half said.

"Now let me clean ourselves up and I'll switch back. We have plenty of juice left after all" she smiled as the other girl stopped sobbing and nodded. The woman closed the vanity mirror and gave it a shake, hearing that the flask was still full. The other version chuckeled as she called upon the memory of when little Barbra walked into the shop and bought the unique flask mirror. She was looking for something to help her change. Something different to make her stand out more. Her job used her and never promoted her. All her coworkers would just tease her and ditch her with the bill. She hated being treated unfairly. She was raised in a small town, the kind that grew their own crops and the whole town would help. She moved to the city so she could get a good paying job to help her father, who owned a big farm and did well but since her mother died when she was only eight, he only had her to help and never remarried. Barbra didnt mind. She enjoyed the days of working in the sun and caught all the men's eye, not just because she was gorgeous, with long blonde hair and rare brown eyes but, because she kept up with them even in heels. The days of working on the farm made barbra stronger than most ladies her size and now in the city she stood out and sometimes made fun of. At first she would go help the local farmer market and made her own garden onto of the apartment she lived. She would share her produce with everyone in the building. One day a young man came and helped for awhile who eventually asked her out. She was happy but, after a few drinks he would show his true colors. Barbra didnt want to stand for it but emotionally he would abuse her and make her feel bad for wanting to leave and believed no one would want her. The last straw was when she went to check on the garden his buddies were up there drinking and eating. Throwing cigarettes everywhere and started a small fire. Acting like a fire truck and pissed it out then stomped over everything. She cried and ran out. She just got off work and wanted to dress up a bit and wore her favorite black dress one her mother had. That's when she went to the pawn shop and saw the flask mirror. She was sad, exhausted and needed a drink. While standing outside the shop she took a drink and everything went black. When she open her eyes she say herself but with crimson red hair. She realized eventually she was in the mirror looking at her but, not her. The other version smirked and gave a little wave.

"What the hell is going on!" Finally realizing she was nude and tried to cover herself.

"Now dear dont get angry" with a little southern twang in her sweet sensual voice. Barbra froze and listen.

"Now just so you know this trinket is the mr. Hyde mirror. Though you are a lady we can say ms. Hyde. I know your not married because I am you. We split thanks to you drinking the flask and pricking some blood." Barbra forgot that when she first picked up the mirror it poked her on the side of her hand when she went to open it. It wasnt painful just a shock.

"That little drop of blood plus, a swing of the flask will bring out me, as you can tell. Now dont be scared. I am you. Just the darker side. So how about a name change?"

"Ssure" hesitantly saying

"I like ruby" really emphasis the southern accent barbra has.

"Sure. Ok..ruby. then how the hell do I get out of here!"

"Well first. How about we get some revenge?"

"What?"

"Now i know all about your little man problem. Allow me to...well fix it. If you just trust me i will give you what your heart desires most" she said with a sweet looking smile.

Barbra stopped. If what Ruby said was true she could get back at the man that ruined her. That knocked her lower. She nodded to Ruby and allow her to close the mirror. Though the mirror was closed Barbra could still see the outside world. Ruby's eyesight was being shown in the compact mirror world. Barbra watched in all as Ruby walked down the street to her apartment. She could hear the laughter of her man's friends and as she climb the stairs she eventually saw the destruction that they continued while she was gone. Anger flared up inside her and she noticed Ruby hair seemed brighter. Ruby smirked and walked up to the group of men. They all stopped and stared at the woman as she walked up. They all thought it was barbra and even she walked up and kissed her supposed boyfriend they figured she changed her hair in a spur of the moment. Then she seemed to be eyeing each man, enticing them and making them want her. She gave them all a smirked and walked to the door. As they stood their with their mouths open she turned and flipped them all off. Chuckled and then walked down the stairs slowly pulling at the top of her dress as a invite. The men didnt know what to do. The boyfriend snapped to and went and all the men followed. They could hear her heels descending the stairs and reaching the door. They didnt know what they were in for as they burst out of the front door to the apartment complex and see her turning down a alleyway. As they all bumped into each other they turned and followed. Seeing her standing against the wall with her dressed pulled up a bit. Standing on one leg and the other up against the wall. The men surrounded her as if they were about to pass her around. They knew to let the boyfriend go first. As he stepped up the sensual woman smiled and caresses her man's cheek. Then down his neck over his stomach and stopped just above the pants before shoving her hand inside. The other chuckled and as the first man stood ther enjoying the sensation in the next second he was on the ground yelling and screaming. Holding his crotch as blood flooded out his pants leg. The others looked at the wailing man doe a second then back to the woman who was holding his dick in her hands.

"See I knew you were always a little prick" she smirked and grabbed the two men to the left and right of her and slammed them together crushing their skulls and had their brains spilling onto the pavement. One turned to run but ankle twisted and he fell. Ruby turned to the other guy and grabbed both his arms and ripped them off. Blood sprayed from his arms and she raised one up and slammed the bone into his skull killing him instantly.

"Now where is the last one" she turned and looked as the last guy was limping away. She walked slowly to him blood all over her face and dressed. When she caught up to him she grabbed his left arm and pulled him close.

"Aww sugga. Dont be afraid." She smiled and shoved both her hands into his stomach and then ripped him up in the middle in half. As the blood sprayed all over her she just touched her lower lip. Enjoying the moment. Barbra watched from the mirror as Ruby walked off to her apartment and I to her home. Barbra watched as Ruby stripped down to the nude and setting the flask mirror on the counter and setting the compact mirror open.

"Now baby girl. Wasnt that delightful?" In her sensual southern voice looking at barbra face in the mirror. Barbra could only look and see the blood all over Ruby body. Her hands were soaked and her hair seem to be on fire as were her eyes. She realized that they were her hands. Her hands were the one that took the men's lives.

"Dont worry baby girl. I'll clean ya right up. Might even get some fun time in while I am in there." She turned showing her ass to barbra and turned to look over her shoulder and smile "btw you will feel how good this all was when we switch" she looked forward and barbra just stared at her bare ass as she walked into the shower. She didnt understand but, she knew she will. She felt disgusted but, couldn't help but be mesmerized by her own body. She wondered if that was how she was. If that really was her body. It moved so light and free with ruby, yet never seemed that way to her. She was jealous. As the shower came on she could hear the water hitting her body and could only imagine how it felt right now, just like she could only imagine how good Ruby's fingers felt all over her.

Ch.5

Knock, knock, knock

"Ms. Beddings?" Watson called out. Dex waited in the car. Eyeing the crime scene and waited to stop people from going into the building.

The door slowly creaked open and a green eye and long hair appeard. Dresses in a short and tank top night outfit stood the girl that ripped a man in half. Watson smiled and said "ms. Barbra beddings right?"

She nodded. Holding the door firm

"I would like to discuss with you about what happened last night. I know your boyfriend and his friends.."

"He isnt my boyfriend. That asswhole" she stated and the door creaked as her grip tightened to the handle