The Juggernaut

London, there was no place on God’s Earth where Gabriel would rather be. He made it to the majestic Victorian styled5 cobblestoned city and directed his route straight down George street to the Police Station. Church bells pierced his ears ten times, which meant Gabriel only had two hours to complete his business before the execution at the infamous prison. The unfaithful eye of poverty troubled the inspector as the poor rested by the gutter deep in the slums and the rich laughed as they passed by in their carriages. The drunken savages often harassed the whores on the road side whilst the dirty vile children begged for mere wheat and water. Gabriel arrived at the station, a two storey white cobblestone building with only two windows at the bottom yet none above. A stale midst always surrounded the environment as it was a given people did not tend to favour authority unless it was to their advantage. The front door thick and black with Peel’s insignia above for the world to see. The building wasn’t luxurious; nor was is it clean but it was one of many places where London’s protectors stayed. It had a temporary prison down stairs with a maximum of four holding cells and dark small rooms used for interrogation above. The police did not care for luxury as their role was to enforce order on the streets, that is why Gabriel’s team was London’s best. He dismounted his horse and let her rest whilst he wandered forth. The inspector removed his top hat, as two constables exited the building he walked inside. There he saw a man whom sat on the table relaxed with a drink of ale by his side and a tonne of paperwork. None other than Gabriel’s young and new partner. Just five and twenty6 years of age he was fresh, pale with no sign of the sun’s mark that ever laid on his skin. Cleanly shaved yet long blonde hair tied at the nape which ran down to his shoulders. Quite a bit larger than Gabriel and one to always smile, an emotional, sentimental man. Engaged to marry next season and eager to start his life as a father. Yet Henry had always been passionate and aggressive. Full of fire his temper could explode at any instant and return to normal at miraculous speeds. Whilst Gabriel approached his comrade he asked, “inspector Foster, how have you been?” “Quite well thank you sir… It is an inspiration to stand beside a man with a reputation such as yours, inspector,” Henry replied. “Please Henry, call me Gabriel… Despite the fact we are partners I would also like to become friends.” Henry was no fresh constable who started his climb of the ranks, but an inspector such as his partner. However, being tied with the Commissioner’s brother made him quite nervous, even now Gabriel saw that he was on his best behaviour. “Yes Gabriel, forgive me in case you have not noticed I am quite excited about today and our future as a team together. You see despite our agenda at noon we have also been given a new task which I’ve been looking over all morning. Have a look… It is no mission that shall fail to challenge.” Gabriel sat beside Henry and placed his top hat on the desk. He grunted, inhaled and took the leather bound brief into his grasp. But before he even opened it he asked his partner on his thoughts, “Henry… Since you have read the file already, why don’t you elaborate on what we are dealing with.” “Absolutely.” He coughed, pat his chest and continued, “we are searching for a man whom is referred to by the public as ‘The Juggernaut’. He is known for the home invasion of over one hundred families in the last twenty years, a monstrosity! Throughout the whole United Kingdom, extremely violent and very brutal yet no casualties… Each of his victims are of better or upper social class yet no signs of robbery. We still have yet to figure out his motive.” Gabriel licked the tip of his finger and brushed through the pages. Quietly he dazed into the literature before he asked, “oh yes… I have heard whisperings of this licentious brute over the years but I had actually thought the legend had died down or disappeared. I certainly didn’t think he was presently active on our shores. So we have no name for the assailant nor image. Motive is yet to be discovered since he is targeting only the upper classes yet has no accusations of robbery… Seems this man has a vendetta, but against whom or what? I wonder what he is searching for? Hunting for two decades throughout our kingdom and targets of similar traits with no theft nor death. Yet he does severely injure them, do we have a description of this so called, ‘Juggernaut’?” “Yes, described by one of his recent victims as between five and thirty years of age to forty. Bald and pale description, very large in size, tall and muscular, said to be quite the monster. Very few words are said by this man however his voice is described to be extremely deep. Last of all is his face, not one victim has described emotion during the attacks, no smile nor laughter, anger or despair… Not even a simple grin. Just the same expressionless face upon every step. I would not be surprised if we were dealing with a monster, a man fitting this description cannot be true.” “Over one hundred families in the past twenty years!? Be specific.” “Being specific, one hundred and seventy.” “My God! This man is a monster… But why does he spare them? Why does he not steal from them? This man has the power to take life easily yet he has chosen not to. How bad are the injuries during the attacks?” Henry sipped his ale and answered, “the last victim was a man of two and thirty7whom had his right arm broken in several places and lacerations not only on his skull but face as well. Wife bound and gagged yet no injuries to her or any of the children. This man attacks without a firearm nor sword, he does this with his bare hands alone, monstrous, like a savage. Yet he only targets these people during the night.”