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Walking about the corner of the streets, he held a knife in his hands. He searched about for his first victim. Who would be the lucky slut? Maybe it could be that ugly redhead that offered him that horrible cigar. She must have had a lot to slash through. In fact, she was rather large, indeed. No, but she would be too easy. He needed something a little more promising. Something more pure, but still a slut. Maybe it could be that Kelly girl. Yes, she was quite pure, but still filthy enough to attract him. As he continued to think about his next victim, Catherine crept into his thoughts. She was beautiful even when slashed up. But, he vowed that Kelly would be the most beautiful of his victims. Of course, when others saw her, they wouldn't think the way he did about beauty.
Jay awoke from his nightmare, glancing at his left hand. He expected to see a clean, shiny knife in his hands. There was nothing, thankfully. Jay found that his body was sweating heavily underneath his baby blue sheets. He arose from his bed to go get a drink of water. He saw his mother sitting at the dinner table, sleeping deeply. She snored loudly. Obviously, the woman was drunk, which wasn't unusual for her.
"Catherine, wake up!" Jay shouted, rushing to her side.
"Oh," she moaned, "leave me alone. Go play in the streets or something, Jason."
Jay glared at her. He truly hated his mother with a passion. She was a worthless slut that cheated on her husband every night just to get some money. Mrs. Hogart was a prostitute. "Catherine, you get to bed this instant!"
"You're not my father, Jason! You are my son, now I told you to leave me alone. Now go back to bed!" She yelled at him with her voice becoming hoarse. She looked at a nearby glass of beer, and drank it. "Yum."
Jay squinted his eyes and lifted his hand to slap her, but he stopped himself. "Get up or I swear I'll tell Daddy Dearest where you got the money to buy the new TV," he threatened. His eyes grew cold with hatred. "Now, Catherine!"
She slowly got out of her seat and went to her room to sleep with her husband. Jay snarled and sat down in the share. Then, Jay eased up, remembering his dream. He recalled one of the women being named Catherine. Yes, Catherine Eddowes. It was merely a coincidence that his mother was, too, named Catherine. Maybe, but deep down he didn't believe so.
He grabbed the glass of beer and chugged it down. Jay wiped the liquid off his mouth and went back to bed with more pleasant dreams. Dreams about his beloved 'fiance," Manuela Jane Santos. Yes, that was better than his previous dream. Manny was beautiful. He had helped her get over Alex, and she helped him get over that Manning kid. Her beauty was quite astounding to him; she was not to be contrasted to any other girl. True, once upon a time, Jay thought of her as a slut, but now that he had gotten to know her more, he truly realized that he was falling in love with her.
"Was she your friend?" Inspector Robert Anderson questioned, examining what was left of Catherine's body.
"I knew her, but she wad'nt my friend, Inspector." She replied, frowning. "You don't tink dat i was me, do ya now?"
"I'm not sure what to believe." He was disgusted by her lack of knowledge. It was a crime and shame that a beautiful woman like herself didn't even have an education of a day old baby. Pity.
Author's Note: I know. Short chapter, but it will get better I promise. For the record, the woman's sentence has purposely done mistakes. These flashbacks are italicized and soon to be revealed where.
