Date:- 1888, October 31

Time:- 21:56

Whereabouts:- London, City Hall, Halloween party.

The ball room was filled with adults dancing in there masks and costumes. One man was in a long white coat, with white feathers coming from the back and collar. His mask only covered his eyes and also had white feathers on the top. The lady he danced with was in a long green dress and long black feathers in her lovely, honey blonde hair. She held a mask on her face that was sparkling with diamonds and came out at the noise to form a bird beak of some kind. Laughter and music was heard playing through out the hall and the smell of freshly cooked food was smelt from the buffet tables. The party had been going for only a hour so fare and so, people we're still making there way down the split set of stairs that brought the guests from the cold, nippy air outside, to the warmth and laughter inside. On beautiful brunet walked through the large door and then stopped at the top of the steps. She looked round the wave of dancing people before walking down the steps. Her face was completely covered with a white mask. Her body moved gracefully down the steps in a lushes, black dress. Three males stopped to look at her before the hole dance floor stopped.

"Lady Valence," the spokes man at the side shouted out as she paused for a second.

The male who was in the white coat had left his partner to come to the step of the stairs and hold out a hand for the lovely brunet. She hesitated but then took it as a awkward silence filled the air. There was a small cheer as he lead her to the dance floor, and then the music began once more.

"My lady," the coated male said as they began to dance. "I thought you wouldn't be coming."

"I came only, to speak to the mayor," she said in a to-the-point tone.

"And what, If I may ask, do you wish to see the mayor for?" he asked, his voice staying cool.

"About the Ripper problem. My husband can't make it today as he is busy working on the case," she said then gave a small twirl and then drew her body back to the coated man and allowed him to let him lean her back on his arm.

"Why?" he asked. "I think he's doing us all a favour," he said then brought her back up. "There all just sluts and whores. He never kills a innocent."

"They were all innocent," she said, her voice getting harsh. "Non of them deserved deaths like that. They were sliced to pieces and had there organs removed," she said in anger then pushed him aside.

She made her way to a side door at the left of the stairs. She ended up in the back gardens. She slowly walked through until she reached a bench. sitting down, she let out a small sob. She hated that no one cared about these girls, prostitutes or not. They deserved better. She was once one as was her sister, but no one else knew. She fell in love with the chief of police and so stopped and married. Her sister wasn't so lucky. She was killed just two weeks ago. What was she going to do? Suddenly, a noise in the bushes interrupted her thought.

"Go away Sebastian! I don't want to talk to you anymore!" she hissed before a shadowy figure emerged. He was in a long brown trench coat with a butchers apron underneath, black mask, brown top hat and held a knife in his left hand. "Who are you!" she panicked before he grabbed her arm.

"The Ripper my dear, but you can call me Jack," he hissed in a voice that sent a shiver down her back.

She tried to scream but it came out as faint muffle as he grabbed her mouth with his hand. He looked around to make sure that no one had heard, and then slowly dragged her back to the fare end of the garden, away from the ball and all the guests. The area he stopped at was greatly covered with bushes, trees and even a swimming pool at one side. There was no way the guests at the ball would see them or hear them. He then looked down at her with a twinkle in the eye, hungry to kill.

"Don't worry my dear, this will be slow and painful!" he hissed with a laugh.

He began to play with her hair. She looked at him wide eyed and then tried to struggle, only to have the knife drawn closer to her throat. He looked at her as a single tear ran down her cheek. She shivered under his touch. He then pulled her face up with the knife under her chin.

"My dear, you are one of the most beautiful ladies I have ever seen. Not like those other sluts," he said, stroking her chin with his thumb. "It's a shame that you use to be one, else I wouldn't be here tonight, doing God's justice."

"God's justice? I thought that was me," a strong voice said from behind.

Ripper turned around to see a foot hit him in the face. He shook his head in shock and then looked up and at his challenge. A tall, tuxedo wearing masked man with a top hat, cloak and cane at hand. His hair was long, black and loose and he held a cane with a long metal handle and a rose, carved half way down.

"lady Valence," he greeted her with a bowl. "Now, as for you Mr. Ripper," he said turning back to the killer.

"Who the hell are you?" Ripper commanded as he stood up and readied his knife.

"I'm am the one who is going to stop you rain of terrar," he said advancing forwards and quickly knocking the knife out of Rippers hand. "They call me, Last-Dance."

"Last is right," Ripper said then leaped up and charged at Last-Dance, taking them both strait into the swimming pool.

Ripper was on top and forced Last-Dance down by holding on tight to his neck. Last-Dance struggled to free himself but couldn't. He then rolled to left and kicked down so his elbows flew up and smacked Ripper in the throat and stomach. He then quickly swam upwards to see Lady Valence watching in shock.

"Quickly!" she said, holding her hand out across the poor to help Last-Dance out.

Last-Dance swam to the edge only to be suddenly taken down by Ripper from underneath. Ripper quickly grabbed out a second knife from his jacket and sliced it through the water, hitting Last-Dance in the arm. Last-Dance paid little attention to the cut and instead made his way down, under Ripper and round so he was behind the killer. He then quickly grabbed Rippers arm and neck and shook the knife out of his hand. Lady Valence watched as blood filled the water with a thick red. She panicked and the quickly ran back to the ball for help. Back in the water, Last-Dance was refusing to surface. He was insisting to kill Ripper, even if it meant he drowned with him. It would be worth it for the revenge of his love, Lady Valence's sister, Fay. Ripper struggled before trying to scream under the water. He soon, slowly began to stop struggling, as did Last-Dance. Both men slowly let go of all hope and began to sink to the bottom. Last-Dance closed his eyes. All was piecefull and quiet. Last-Dance felt like he was finally at rest. All his pain, cares and worries were slowly fading. A beautiful, white screen was all he could see as he relaxed. Suddenly, a eco was heard echoing round him, unknown to him if it was male or female.

"Not so fast John, we still need you," the voice echoed as Last-Dance felt his mind returning and he felt a sudden burst of energy.

opening his eyes, he began to kick his legs once again. He surfaced the blood red water and saw that the whole ball room full of guests and a hand full of police were stood round waiting. The police readied their weapons and pointed them at Last-Dance, ready to fire if given the word.

"NO!" a yell came.

It was Lady Valence. She ran towards the police and blocked their fire from Last-Dance.

"He saved me, he stopped Jack the Ripper," she called a there was a sudden noise of gossip coming from the crowd.

"Hold your fire," a man said in uniform as he walked up to lady Valence. "Are you alright my dear?" He asked, looking into her eyes.

"Yes," she said, tears running down her cheeks.

"Thank you Lady Valence," Last-Dance thanked before leaping out of the water, shocking the crowd, and then ran at the fare end fence and leaped over it before anyone could react.