Jack the Ripper

by EmandM6

A little twist to the Jack the Ripper story. What if Jack the ripper was just a mere part of the murders? What if there's more? What if he is trying to protect someone or something? What if he is capable of love? Sherlock also makes an appearance. He attempts to reveal the identity of Jack the Ripper.

Prologue

WHITECHAPEL, EAST LONDON

August 31st, 1888, 4:17am

Through the eyes of Mary Ann Nicole, London was very dark and gloomy place. Dark mystic fog running along the narrow cobblestone path. Through her eyes, these narrow pathways seemed more misty and foggy to her. Maybe it was the beer she had drank few hours ago. Mary Ann swayed slightly as she forced her legs to walk in a straight line. Which however, was an impossible task for her. She could faintly hear footsteps softly walking behind her, perhaps the footsteps were following her. But this thought disappeared almost instantly as she suddenly couldn't remember her way home. Mary Ann paused midway and looked around trying to get a sense of where she was. But little did she know that sound of footsteps continued to approach her slowly. A slight sound of footsteps turned into a shadow and that shadow turned into dark lean figure.

Without giving her a chance to turn around. The figure held the knife, twisting it in the dim moonlight as if it could slice up the moon itself, the figure's expression exaggerated by the dark shadows around his eyes. Though rust had set in on the handle, it was strong and jagged - more than enough. The figure could already see her in a pool of darkening blood and the his face split into a pained look in a sickly way.

With one swift motion, the figure ran a hand along the shiny blade and drove that sickly long blade through Mary Ann's back without a moment of hesitation. Right through her heart. Shocked and unable to scream, Mary Ann dropped to the ground. Her face forever frozen on a shocked face. Her body lay like ghoulish mannequin as a pool of her own blood surrounded her. The figure backed away releasing a short breath as he pulled his own blade out. The figure knelt down beside the dead women and dipping his gloved finger into Mary Ann's blood. The figure pulled his finger out of her blood and wrote next to the body, slowly as if to carve the words on to the ground itself.

Jack the ripper is coming

Then, swift as a wind, he ran away hiding behind the shadows. He knew in less than 5 minutes, the police will come and find the corpse.

The job was done. And it was all going according to plan.

But as Jack left. A dark figure walked towards the body slowly, wearing a wicked grin on his face.

"Oh indeed you are, Mr Ripper"