The Ripper's Canonical Five

by Narcissaist

She had lost everything. And she couldn't take the way those women, those harlots, took the precious power they had for granted. Something had to be done, some one had to teach them a lesson. Angelina never thought she would find someone who shared her passion. Someone who shared her desire to teach those whores. Someone who could make her crave the color red.

1. Prolouge

Prologue

The doctor had just left her in the room, and if there were any tears left in her gritty eyes, she would be sobbing. Everything… She had lost everything. There was nothing left for her in this world. The only thing she had was her work, which only caused her depression to worsen every time she saw a patient.

She shook herself free of her melancholy thoughts (for the moment) and collected her items, leaving the hospital. She rushed outside, hailed a cab, and went home. When she got there, she collapsed onto her bed in a distressed sleep, without even bothering to change her clothes.

When she was a child, she had always been unlucky. But she never truly knew the full extent of her bad luck. Nothing could be worse for her than this. She had lost her husband, her child, her sister, her brother-in-law, and her nephew. She tried to clear her head of these terrible flash backs as she walked into work.

As she settled down at her desk for the day, she begged God to let something good happen to her that day. Anything that would change her life from being a tragedy.

And she sat there… waiting for her first patient of the day. Perhaps someone who would lighten her dreary mood.