Pic 23 - "Newspaper"

This is the newspaper created to round out the description of the Back Alley Butcher's Fact file.

Pic 22 - "End"

A doctor walked up to her cell door and spoke her name..."Louise?" he asked. She looked at him curiously.
"Would you care to talk? My name is Doctor Roberts.."
" Doctor Roberts...did you know my mother?"
"Yes, apparently she knew my father, so I suppose we have something in common".

It seemed that the history of the Back Alley Butcher had not quite completed...

Pic 21 - "Daddy for Dinner"

Then she recalled a moment from her childhood that she had not understood before...It was the day after Daddy left home, and she had been sitting at the kitchen table feeling sad...Mother had placed the bowl on the table in front of her and dished out supper.
"What are we having for dinner Mommy?" she asked.
"Daddy...we're having Daddy for dinner".

Pic 20 - "Caught"

The breakup of her family happened when Daddy caught Mother in bed with Mr.Roberts when he came home from work early one day.

Pic 19 - "Crime Scene"

As she continued, police, ambulance and even the press arrived, talked and left while she sat in the center of a pool of blood. She could see that many were talking about her, but she was too busy in thought to give them any attention. Slowly throughout the night cautious Crime Scene analysts removed various pieces from the cell. But nobody took her prize from her...she kept that beside her like a dog keeps a bone, eating at odd intervals, determined to consume the whole brain so the knowledge in its entirety would be passed on to her.
The first proof that she had absorbed the knowledge came when she sat in the cell as the security guards quietly shut the doors over the crime scene tape that dangled from the bars.

Pic 18 - "Yummy Mummy"

As the blood sprayed from Mother's neck, she glimpsed from the corner of her eye the group of bystanders outside the cell...but she barely heard the shouts and cries of disgust and horror...she must end what had begun. And so, as soon as Mother was on the padded cell floor, she began cracking the skull open with strong, determined and repeated blows, the sound absorbed by the walls around her. She stood over the corpse and squatted to retrieve her prize just as the cell doors were opened. A curious hush fell over the gathered crowd as she cradled Mother's knowledge in her hand...the hush turned to a gasp as she raised her prize to her mouth and began to consume the warm flesh, blood glazing her chin.

Pic 17 - "Attack"

As the old key was turned in the lock, the door to cell 2 creaked open. She pulled the key out of the keyhole and tossed the keyring onto the floor as she slammed the cage shut behind her. Nobody would get out and nobody would get in until she completed her task.
Mother stared at her, waiting for her to strike. She pulled the same cleaver that Mother had used on Mr. Roberts from inside her dress.
When the nurses concluded that she was not supposed to be there they had called for security...she knew that she must act or it would be too late.
She lunged at Mother with an aggression she had not felt before...and she knew within herself that this was due in part to the vengeance she felt rising in her chest...She knew all along that Mother had been the one that caused the need for these experiments...and so it was required that she would take the knowledge that Mother alone possessed...That mad doctor had been her Mother's own Father...and from what she gathered, it had started with him...Mother had been a pawn in this whole experiment, and pawns in and of themselves are insignificant.

Pic 16 - "Face to Face"

The nurses involved in the discussion stopped and looked at each other, both wondering who the 'new girl' was...as the realization that neither knew who she was came over them, the seated nurse called upstairs to find out who this unknown nurse might be...



She walked straight up to the doors marked Cell 2 and glared at the woman behind the bars.
The woman's silence was broken by her coarse voice, "I knew you'd come," she said.

Pic 15- "Mental Break In"

She arrived at the asylum at 6 pm the next day as her observations found that there would be a shift change at this hour...easier for her to blend in. She moved through the hallways with purpose, and just as she had planned, she went virtually unnoticed. She entered the empty elevator and kept her head in a downward glance. She was aware of the cameras and knew that she must not set off any alarms prematurely. When the door opened on level B2 she continued out and down the hall toward the locked bars ahead. There were two nurses there, one was seated at an old wooden desk and the other was animatedly sharing her story of the previous evening's dinner date. She walked right past them and unlocked the door with the keys she had taken from Shadow.

Pic 14 - "Appearances"

When Shadow's eyes rolled upward and all movement had stopped, she relaxed her hold. She removed the nurses uniform from the corpse and fitted the cap on her shaved head. She rifled through Shadow's purse and found the heavy key ring she was searching for...it looked like there were keys to every floor and cell at the hospital...She had struck gold.

Pic 13 - "Choke"

As she stepped upward she must have heard a noise from behind her, or perhaps glimpsed the visage that passed over her for she turned and peered into the inky black alley outside her door. "Hello..?" When she heard nothing more, she took keys from her bag and opened the apartment door. She wasted no time in climbing the stairs and she shoved Shadow into the dim apartment hard enough to send her sprawling onto the floor. The wind had been knocked out of her and she gasped for air...Quickly the door was closed and locked as deftly as if she had been inside Shadow's flat previously. A small lamp cast enough light for her to find the telephone which she tossed onto the floor after extracting the extension cord from the jack. She garotted Shadow's throat with the cord. Shadow tried feebly to choke her assailant in retaliation, but being winded before the strangulation began, she just didn't have the air or the strength to fend off her attacker.

Pic 12 - "Following"

She was placed into foster care and slipped through the cracks of the system that otherwise might have helped her. She was out on her own by the time she was 17 and she never relied on anyone other than herself since that time. She was traded from home to home for those few years. It was there that her fantasies first came to light.


She found the information she needed in the timewarn hospital records room. Mother was being kept in a higher security older wing of the hospital on the basement level, cell 2, floor B2. As she pretended to have pressing business of her own, she watched an intern who worked the night shift that seemed to go to various wings throughout the hospital without much ado. She seemed to go rather unnoticed by other workers at the hospital and so it was determined that 'Shadow' would be the most likely subject to bring about success.
At around 3 am, Shadow boarded the city bus that would take her home for the last time. It was a 20 minute ride to Shadow's stop where they both departed the otherwise empty bus. She would have been more careful about being seen with Shadow, but she knew that precision was going to have to be sacrificed for the sake of timeliness.
Shadow walked along the pavement, her shoes scuffing as she strolled casually toward her apartment. She waited at one corner of the street to see what direction Shadow would take through those familiar alleys, taking care not to lose sight of her target. The night was humid and Shadow wore only her nurses uniform and hat home from the hospital, she carried only a small shoulder bag with her. At last, Shadow turned another corner and headed for a short flight of stairs that appeared to lead directly to her flat.

Pic 11 - "Origins"

The time had come to ascend to a higher level of experimentation. For this she would need to be cunning and precise...the fact that her face was plastered everywhere would make her pursuit more difficult, but not an impossibility. She would also need to acquire some 'tools' to assist her. And so, watching the goings on around the Cedar Grove Asylum carefully would require her to veil herself in ambiguity until her plan could be put into action. The authorities would be looking for her...but possibly not here...and that might give her the edge she needed to fulfill her goal.
As the hospital was large, it was easier to blend in with daily distractions to find the information she needed.
Mother had been brought here 15 years earlier, after that decisive night when she was just a child. So many years had past...there was so much blood in the apartment that night. It sprayed on the walls of the living room and soaked the plaid couch...it turned the fabric a muddy brown color. A metallic scent hung heavily in the air and she had seen it all...
Mother had become infuriated when Mr. Roberts told her that he got some girl pregnant. Mother didn't want to admit that he'd been cheating on her all along, but she had known, and said so.
She remembered the yelling that ensued...Mr. Roberts called her a vulgar name and it was just like Daddy had come home when he punched her in the face. Mother lost her footing and fell onto the floor...but she didn't cry. She just sat there like a doll someone had flung into a corner...her arms heavy and her head slumped forward. It looked like Mother had been knocked unconscious...but it had been her plan to look that way. After a couple of moments of silence, Mr. Roberts snapped back to reality and rushed toward her thinking he had battered her into oblivion. He knelt down saying her name....When she turned her face toward him he knew that it was already too late.
Her thumbs pressed deep into his eye sockets and he began to scream...
That same strength that she herself had used to carry Whispers up the stairs, and to move all 7 of her victims into various locations was in Mother's grip that night. Mr. Roberts arms started to swing wildly trying to beat her away from his face. Mother had pushed so hard that the flailing stopped rather quickly as his body went into shock. She let go of his skull and his face bounced off the carpeted floor. Mother walked over to the kitchen counter and picked up the meat cleaver that she had used to prepare dinner and returned to the twitching body of Mr. Roberts. As light flashed off the blade, his arteries sprayed blood in every direction. Someone must have heard the fight, because the police arrived rather soon after the butchering began.
Mother was taken into custody as she cursed madly and laughed almost hysterically. She had seen everything but only Mother knew this fact. Mother had insisted she watch Mr. Roberts receive his punishment for his betrayal...
But when the police arrived at the scene, they found her sitting on her bedroom floor humming quietly to herself. Only she and Mother knew the secret of what she had been privy to, and Mother knew without a doubt that her daughter would not betray the knowledge she had passed on to her, for she had been given a great gift.

Pic 10 - "Fantasy"

Before that night, she was not a typical child. Violence was all she had ever known. Because of this, she didn't dream of the future like most little girls. She only thought about Mother and Daddy and whether there would be that illusion of peace at home that she craved, but that eluded her world so often.
Even now as an adult her only thoughts of the future were warped and twisted. What else could she have possibly seen when she closed her eyes?
The tortured mind can only dream tortured dreams.

Pic 9 - "Family"

As a child, happiness was absent. Mother and Daddy warred constantly...not behind closed doors or in private like most parents, no.
Mother's eyes were blackened more than once and it had all happened right in front of her. She would sit weeping while they cursed at each other. There were nights she would even fall asleep while the arguing persisted. Many mornings she would awaken on the sofa, or under her bed, wherever she had sobbed herself to sleep from the night before.
Then she remembered Mother with Mr. Roberts and how happy she had seemed...but she knew that Daddy would find out...and when he did...she was right, all hell broke loose in that apartment...and that night transformed a frightened little girl into one that no longer felt pain...not after what happened.

Pic 8 - "Victim 2"

There was a sickening noise when Red hit the floor...a metal pipe that was sticking up through the rubbish below had scewered him right through the middle. The only sound Red made even then was a gurgle from the blood rising in his throat. Tears and raindrops merged as the rain rolled through her short hair, crossed her face and dripped off her nose and chin. Lightning flashed as she loomed as a gargoyle on the balcony above him.
She had not planned on another victim so soon...but that hair...it just happened...She walked down the stairs and over to the impaled corpse. She knew that if she did not taken the prize, his death could easily be mistaken as an accident. She knelt down and split his skull. She tossed the brain slightly feeling the weight and nearly dropped it from her blood and rain soaked hand. The viscera oozed through her fingers into puddles on the floor. Tonight, she would sample diligence without regret.

Pic 7 - "Push"

Two young men were working at the abandoned building were she intended on sleeping that night. They didn't see her...she had been well hidden. She overheard they're conversation...
"Look, its almost 1 am and I know that we said we'd be finished by tomorrow, but right now, it just doesn't seem like that's gonna happen," one of them said.
"Well I can keep on here for another hour but then I am beatin' it the hell outta here," replied the other.
"Yeah, well I've gotta leave now, you know what Julie gets like...shit"
"Don't worry about it...I'll just fix that hole in the railing upstairs and I'll leave too, but don't forget to leave me the keys to lock up."
"I don't know why the hell he always locks this place up...anyone with half a mind to get in here could...no roof on half the place..." he forced a strained laugh.
"Well, you go and I'll leave in another hour"...She saw the one man slap the other's shoulder in a gesture of comradery and he moved toward the front door.

From the shadows, she saw the man watch his friend leave the driveway before he turned to pick up his tools. While he was busy, she crept to the upstairs and hid behind a wall. She knew exactly where to find the broken rail...He walked upstairs and headed to the opening in the rail. She saw the back of his head and the rain glistened on his red hair. Immediately she was thrust back into her childhood and saw his face...Mr.Roberts face...pallid and smirking.
She was only small...and his large body frightened her...Daddy would be so angry...Mother should not be with him..not in her bedroom, not with the lights off...Daddy will catch you and he'll hurt you again...Mother, please stop...please?

Rage burned in her stomach and she lunged out from behind the wall...She pushed him and Red was launched backward from the balcony. Clawing desperately at the air between the two of them he made no sound as he disappeared into the darkness beneath. Everything seemed to happen in slow motion, Red's flight, her arms returning to her sides...even her breath was slow and controlled...

Pic 6 - "Wanted"

The fact that someone might have seen her with Whispers stunned her. Knowing that the police had a description matching hers caused her uneasiness. She had not been as meticulous as she had intended and her cheeks flushed with vexation.
A slight change of appearance would steer away any possible visual ties to the murder...of course she had only to confuse strangers: She was an unknown to most of those around her. She could imagine the 11 o'clock news..."She was so...quiet...wouldn't hurt a fly"...That's what they always said about the really good ones, the ones that were so adept at their craft...

Pic 5 - "Victim"

Knowing the town's alleys so well, she quickly pulled Whispers into the doorway of an abandoned apartment to avoid discovery. Her muscular arms easily lifted the prey up the staircase toward the empty bathroom that would entomb the body.

She extracated her prize after chopping through the skull with her cleaver. Blood spattered about her as she worked, though it may as well have been alizarin paint and the body before her a canvas. But there was no beauty in this, no art...only precision.

But...this had to be done if she were to learn what lust tasted like.

Pic 4 - "Surprise Kill"

She made her way to the next door cafe where Whispers bid goodbye to her man friend unaware that every gesture was being observed and memorized.
Realizing that her prey was now alone and that it would not be as long a night as it might have been, had the two friends been 'closer' charged her. She also knew that this 'lack' of relationship would grant her more time before the secret would be discovered. Confidence washed across her face.
She followed from a short distance, watching stoicly in the shadows. Whispers traversed a section of bulky, cracked pavement, and then stepped obliviously into an alleyway behind the cinema.
She knew that to strike now would mean success and so, as cold and lethal as a pit viper she shot toward her prey. A flash of light bounced off the metal blade thrusting toward her and Whispers cowered in a desperate attempt to elude the attack. The cleaver impaled the brain stem and Whispers fell instantly.

Pic 3 - "Theatre"

Sitting darkly in the local cinema was a common occurence. During her excursion to watch a special showing of "Whatever Happened to Baby Jane" she found her first human victim. She sat 2 rows behind the couple who engaged in sporadic conversation throughout the film.
The flirting between them reminded her of when Mother would curl her hair round her fingers when she spoke to the landlord after Daddy went away. She remembered their faces and the manner in which Mother would tilt her head, feining interest in every word Mr.Roberts uttered, and that absurd breathy voice she would try to tempt him with. If Mr. Roberts only knew...
And when she snapped back into her present circumstance, she knew immediately that 'Whispers' would be her next experiment. She smiled at the clever name she had given Test subject No. 2, knowing that she would have a new prize to enjoy that very night. There in the theater, as Bette Davis played the part of a twisted and torchered adult trying desperately to reclaim a lost childhood, she plotted.
It did not take long...the movie ended and 'Whispers' got up to leave the building.

Picture 2 - "First Victim"

Her first victim? Her cherished pet cat. When kitty clawed her face in protest she only smiled and slammed her knife through his ear to pin his head to the table. She cocked her head sideways as kitty's body shivered and twitched into lifelessness, watching life drain from his frail underfed body and wondering the whole time what kitty might be thinking. She then cut kitty open, taking her time so that she would see what those organs looked like fresh...blood and fluids still encircling each piece...not like the already dead animals she found after cruel drivers had passed by without care on the nearby highway...
The entrails were fascinating...she grinned thinking how much those intestines looked like the big old night crawlers, that Daddy went scouting for around their yard after dark when he wanted to go fishing the next morning. She then realized that kitty knew something that she did not...and so, she wrapped up her prize to take home with her.


That was her first time...the beginning of her twisted fantasy that would cause Police to later give her a title...The Back Alley Butcher.

The Back Alley Butcher - An Online Graphic Story

One dreadful night in Cedar Grove, a killer was awakened; Something abominable occured that changed an innocent 12 year old girl into a gruesome heartless, mind numbing murderess. Let me tell you her story...

So many questions...would she have become a killer if circumstances were different? Perhaps, perhaps not. She played in that abandoned asylum so often, finding bits of history left behind, almost as if a trail were laying there, waiting to be discovered, waiting for someone to pick up where the mad doctor left off...
Some people wondered at times if she was a 'normal' child...often humming but otherwise eerily quiet. She stared as if looking through the people around her, she seemed to sense something that others did not...she knew that beneath those calm, smiling faces there lurked the darkest of secrets. When destiny opened the door, she knew she would take her place among the secretive...but her secrets would be far more disturbing than most.