Hey guys, another story, but a little different to my others

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Chapter 1: The Beginning

The darkness of night, I have always felt more comfortable when in darkness, it makes it so I can not be easily spotted, especially when I am covered in the blood of my victims.

Blood? Oh how it has been such a long time since I was so covered in blood, the sweet metallic substance that gives life to us all.

It doesn't just give me life, it gives me strength, power, complete control over those, whose very lives, I hold in my hands.

To watch as their life bleeds away from them, watching as they try to stem the flow of blood, watching as I use my blade to rip open their throats and their life force sprays all around.

People would call this hell, I don't. This darkness, this pain, this suffering, this is my haven, my safe haven.

The destruction and horror that is left in my wake, it awakens feelings in my very black heart which I feel so little.

Thrilling rapturous excitement, that is what I feel when I take a life into my own hands.

It has been such a long time since my killings were heavily publicised, nearly 100 years if I recall correctly.

Oh, how the time has passed.

I bet that scared you, so I guess I should start explaining my bloody past.

I was born in the 1800's, I won't tell you exactly, but it was after 1850. I bounced around a bit with my work, nothing truly appealed to me.

Then there was my first kill, a special day that I hold a special place in my heart for.

She was one of the street women, quite fair looking for what she was. We talked, she started to get comfortable around me, just enough so that when she turned to lead me away, I struck.

I sliced at her throat, leaving her no chance to scream, as I started my grizzly career, as the most notorious killer in the last 200 years.

Starting to sound familiar, hmm, maybe if you knew her name, it would strike a cord for you.

Mary Ann Nichols

I sound familiar now, don't I?

After all, there was only one Mary Ann Nichols, and there was only one person that killed her.

But I bet you're wondering, how does he still live? It had been nearly 100 years since the killings, there is no possible way for a person to live that long.

But I am not a normal person, I never have been and never will be.

I have been called many things in my life.

Odd, strange, bizarre, cocky, arrogant, sick, twisted, sadistic, this list is never ending. But one name was a constant, monster.

They say that a monster can not be born, but they are created. I disagree, I was born a monster. How could I not be with the evil deeds I have committed in my long lifetime. There is just no other answer.

I enjoy what I do, but I can control myself better than those amateurs you see today, it is how I got away with what I did, and still do today, but with much more subtlety than before.

Those police officers, even with all of their technology, can never catch me.

They are but mere muggles.

How could a mere muggle catch Jack the Ripper?

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