Jackson Rippner had always been a complexity to the mind's eye. Deep within the crystal blue of his eyes, was his cut and dry personality that nobody could fathom. Everyone that knew him (or at least thought they knew him) were intimidated by his military-like stature and anyone that didn't know him, all they had to do was think of the name Jackson Rippner, and well, they got the picture, no visual required. But for Jackson, the outside world meant nothing. He hated a majority of society ever since he learned what it was to hate and be hated. After all, those who refer to you as 'Jack the Ripper', can't be someone worth associating with, right?
Jack the Ripper. Jack the Ripper.
He'd been tormented a majority of his 34 years of life with that horrid nickname and he had nobody but his parents to thank. He always wondered what they were thinking, naming their only son after something so negatively symbolic. But, that was one of the many questions of his life that he never would know the answer to. His parents are now dead. And Jackson, left in a torrent of grief. Grief, not from their death itself but, because he didn't get that simple answer to that haunting question before he killed them.
Why, Jack? Why?
He quickly learned the hard way that people would always come and go from his life. But, even so, there was always one person that stuck by him. Bryan Greenley. Bryan was Jackson's childhood friend, his only friend. After the word got around that Bryan Greenley was hanging out with Jack the Ripper, it was pretty much a done deal that Bryan's social status, that was currently at a B average, had dropped to a Z average. From there on, they became one-hundred percent dependent on one another and lucky for Jackson, he didn't have to fight for Bryan's companionship. Everything finally seemed right in the world to Jackson Rippner. He may not have had friends, but he did have a friend that he could look to whenever he needed something. Perfect as it may seem, this two-celled friendship lasted for a good 3 years until the wave of high school and hormones hit, that is. They both soon came to realize that their minds didn't operate with the 'Ew, girls have cooties!' logic anymore and to their disadvantage, they found themselves falling for the same girl. A girl named Sasha Watts. Sasha was the intellectual type, very smart at that. Bryan and Jackson both were immediately attracted to that trait about her, as she was always beating them to answers in class. They would both secretly send her admiring stares whenever they could and when they finally revealed to each other about their 'secret crush', all hell broke lose. It turned into a never-ending battle of 'I'm going to get Sasha!' and a returned 'No, you're not! I am!' followed by immense cursing. Over a year's time, Bryan eventually got the girl. Jackson's bad luck had returned to him once again.
34 years old. 19 years later, Bryan and Sasha are happily married. They have one daughter, Emma, 4 years old, and another daughter on the way. Bryan works as head security for the White House and Sasha is a school teacher in West Virginia. That's pretty far compared to Jackson's life nowadays. Jackson's single with no kids. His profession? High-profile assassinations. The only thing Bryan and Jackson now had in common is that both of their professions were 'hush hush'. Bryan and Jackson barely spoke anymore. But, if Bryan had the slightest clue as to how much Jackson currently knew about him, he'd certainly be scared for his life. Bryan didn't even know what Jackson did for a living. He would ask on an occasion with the, "So, what are you doing with yourself these days?" but, Jackson would simply reply with "Just rotting my life away. You know, the usual,". Jackson was still sour towards Bryan. His anger and envy towards him had certainly grown over the past couple years when Jackson would start to compare their lives. He's got the girl. He's got the beautiful daughter. He's got the oversized house and cars. He's got one of the most high-paying jobs in the world. What doesn't Bryan Greenley have? This question made Jackson's blood boil; until he started thinking things.
Charles Keefe. Deputy Secretary of Homeland Security.
It was a job Jackson had been assigned just 46 hours ago; assassinate Charles Keefe. He had no idea why he was assigned to kill this man. But, it was part of his nature to get a job done and don't ask any questions. Just like every other time, that's exactly what he intended to do now. He procrastinated a bit, not even knowing where to begin with the assassination attempt. But, to Jackson, he may have just found his opportunity. How? A pawn. White House Head Security, Bryan Greenley.