p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"Charles Lee Ray was your average hard working, fast talking news reporter. He would go out to crime scenes and photograph the wreck, then go interview the police or the criminal. Charles was six foot one with dark hair and icy-blue eyes. His favorite accessory had been a twenties style trench coat that you see investigators wear in all the movies. He thought that it was funny to be stereotypical. One day Charles was told to go interview the female 'Jack the Ripper'; Tiffany Relm. She plead guilty to thirty-six counts of murder over the last three years./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Relm's in the Firel Penitentiary. Go get her story and the other inmates' opinions on her. Ask her every question you can think of and get an answer. I want this to be front-page news. A picture of her would be great as well. I also need your cover of her trial by tomorrow morning." Charles's boss, Alfred Mendalla, told him as he walked out the door./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"Charles drove to the courthouse and flashed his pass. He took pictures, audio, video, and notes while she was placed on the stand, pleaded guilty, and taken away. He followed the prison bus to the penitentiary and walked in. He waited through all of the security protocols and was placed in a holding cell to wait for her. None of it felt weird anymore, he'd been doing it for so long. Tiffany was soon escorted into the room by a guard and sat down, and then the guard left. This part was strange- the guards never have left a convict with a potential target, ever./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""They say that I'm stable." The pale, green-eyed woman said, as if reading his mind, "They think that what I did was all for a reason and no one was killed out of pure rage. They say its okay for people to be around me."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Well then, let's get on with it. I'm Charles Lee Ray from the local paper and I wanted to interview you about the killings. Once a month seems like a hobby." He pulled a pen, a notebook, and a recorder out from his coat./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""I see you don't want to miss anything I say. Fine by me, I've got nothing to hide." She shrugged but kept her eyes on his, looking for something./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""I can tell. Pleading guilty, with absolutely no bargaining. Did you want to be put away?"/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Only if they could catch me." She turned her emerald eyes to the notepad./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Why kill all those people? What made you want to become the new era 'Ripper'?"/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""I wanted to be the best. Jack the Ripper took only the female sex organs. I took everything that someone that age had left. A teenaged boy, for instance, has his brain and his…manhood. If I were to kill him, I'd try and take both. I want to be the very best serial killer in history. The police couldn't catch me for three years, and I escaped so many charges before as well."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Then why admit to all of them now?" Charles was writing away in his little book. "What made you want them to catch you if they could?"/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Life's a bitch. Death is a mystery. I was trying to figure out how to make it better, simpler. People are all afraid to die and afraid to live. When they read or hear about someone dying or getting kidnapped, they hide. Try to save themselves and their loved ones. If they read or hear about the mutilation, they pass judgment that the person who did it was insane. Yet when someone hosts a dissection or autopsy or allows students to watch surgery, no one is crazy. You're still cutting up people for your own knowledge. The only difference I see is how legal it is. Cause of death is clearer when the murderer wants it to be. I wanted no mistakes made about me as a 'Ripper'. People should know."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""How could you, how can you not show or feel anything? You're cold to the whole thing as if you've detached yourself from it." Charles had stopped writing at this point and was just captivated by her. The cold-hearted beauty that could kill him, was just sitting there telling him what he wanted to know./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""I'm cold to the whole thing embecause/em I'm a part of it. If I didn't know exactly what was going on, I'd be just as panicked as everyone else. I already know what's going to happen." She smiled at him and shrugged. "Besides that, I know that I'm going to win."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Win? Win what? You've already lost your case and you're in jail."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"The buzz for the end of the visiting session went off and a guard came in to take her away. She stood up and left without answering his last question, a quick smirk flitted across her face. She knew she had left him hanging and he wanted more. Charles was left standing there with his equipment still rolling. He watched her walk down the hall and out of sight with barely a grin on her face./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""You can continue the interview tomorrow. You need to leave now." A voice came from behind. There was a guard holding the door for him. He grabbed his things and left, mind racing from Tiffany's last words./p