The Ripper Reborn Chapter 1, a from hell fanfic

Chapter 1

I'd always dreamed of being a Detective, that's why when I was finally given the position, I nearly fainted. I've had several cases since then, mostly murders and the like, but nothing compared to what I was up against now. It's like we were chasing the Jack the Ripper, right here in New York City.

Detective Albert Cardoso sat at his desk going over the two files of the recent Jack the Ripper wannabe victims. He was an amateur, if anything. To Detective Cardoso, it seemed like this killer wanted to be just like old Jack, in every way, shape and form. And the only way the police would be able to catch him is if they studied Jack's techniques. Cardoso's door opened rather abruptly as Chief Gonzalez walked in, followed by Officer's Drake Nickolai and Todd Hinson. Manuel Gonzalez was a tall, very built man of Puerto Rican decent. Short black hair, black eyes and very tan skin. He was a person to be reckoned with, and obviously perfect for his position as Chief.

He walked hastily to the front of Detective Cardoso's desk, his voice demanding respect every time he spoke.

"Find out anything else, Albert?" He had a very slight accent, but otherwise was perfectly understandable.

Albert, on the other hand, had a heavier accent, being of Cuban decent. Same skin tone as Manuel, however much smaller and less built.

"Not much more than your boys have already found. I've just been going over the similarities of the two victims, and of his pattern of killing. Nothing new."

Nickolai and Hinson stood quietly in the background behind Manuel, as the two men continued talking.

"Haven't heard anything new, have you?" questioned Detective Cardoso. "I mean, he hasn't struck again, right?"

Manuel responded, his eyes gazing down at the pictures of the two women who had been killed. "Nope, nothing new as of yet. I don't doubt at all that we'll hear from "Jacky-boy" very soon, though. He doesn't like to waste time, seeing as how he killed both these girls in less than a week. "

"Hoping for another message from him? Another clue, maybe?" asked Detective Cardoso.

"Anything that'll get us closer." Responded Manuel before he lifted his eyes from the pictures, now towards Albert. "Listen, Albert. Keep going over this stuff; tell us anything that you find out. Anything. I'll be in my office."

Detective Cardoso nodded as the three officers left the room, Manuel closing the door behind him. Albert sighed, now looking over the pictures again momentarily before he opened his desk and pulled out an old, worn-out book. He placed it on his desk over the pictures and opened it up to a random page, now searching through it for something in particular. It was a book of all old case files from around the world, not only in New York. As he found his spot, among the many files regarding Jack the Ripper, he studied the photocopied letters that had been allegedly sent to the Whitechapel police by Jack. There had been hundreds of letters sent, and nearly all of them were later deemed hoaxes.

Some in particular made the police question the authenticity of them, however, as one letter, titled the "Dear Boss" letter proved very true. On September 27, 1888, the Central News Agency received this letter. At first it was believed to be a mere hoax, but three days later, the double murder of Stride and Eddowes made them reconsider, especially once they learned a portion of the latter's earlobe was found cut off from the body, eerily reminiscent of a promise made within the letter. This was also the first written reference in which the murderer uses the name "Jack the Ripper." The letter read, in its exactness:

"Dear Boss,
I keep on hearing the police have caught me but they wont fix me just yet. I have laughed when they look so clever and talk about being on the right track. That joke about Leather Apron gave me real fits. I am down on whores and I shant quit ripping them till I do get buckled. Grand work the last job was. I gave the lady no time to squeal. How can they catch me now. I love my work and want to start again. You will soon hear of me with my funny little games. I saved some of the proper red stuff in a ginger beer bottle over the last job to write with but it went thick like glue and I cant use it. Red ink is fit enough I hope ha. ha. The next job I do I shall clip the ladys ears off and send to the police officers just for jolly wouldn't you. Keep this letter back till I do a bit more work, then give it out straight. My knife's so nice and sharp I want to get to work right away if I get a chance. Good Luck.

Yours truly
Jack the Ripper

Dont mind me giving the trade name

PS Wasnt good enough to post this before I got all the red ink off my hands curse it No luck yet. They say I'm a doctor now. ha ha"

Albert might have read the letter three or four more times, had he not been interrupted suddenly after finishing it the first time. Chief Gonzalez opened the door quickly, calling out to Albert.

"Get off your ass, Albert. Our boy struck again, and we want you out there this time, to investigate the scene in person."

"Where?" Albert asked, standing up from the chair now.

"Where else? Central Park. Our boy's a real Jack the Ripper freak, killing in one area just as he did. So hurry up, get your shit together and let's go."

Manuel left the office, leaving the door opened, as Albert walked around his desk and pulled off his brown hat from the rack near the doorway. Placing it on his head, he looked back towards the case files book, if only for a moment, before turning and leaving his office, closing the door behind him.