Idea

So, this has occurred to me when I first got to Jack Slash, what is essentially a Hannibal/Jack the Ripper rip off, so I thought, why not make our favorite neighborhood trigger turn into the real Jack. Not some pale imitation, although, Jack Slash-Jack the Ripper romance, eh? Ehhh? Anyone? No?

The powers are something that I haven't really been able to decide, I nominally was going with something like an adaptation to each target. And so, without further ado, Taylor the Ripper.

Jack the Ripper V. Jack the Slash

Jack Slash, king of Slaughterhouse 9 hummed merrily as walked down darkened alleyways with a spring in his step, and a tune on his lips.

He, and the rest of the 9 had all agreed to come to Brockton Bay on a little, recruiting trip.

Mannequin was there for Armsmaster. Bonesaw for Panacea. Each member had a target that was for recruitment.

But Jack? Jack was here for something special.

Jack the Ripper was in Brockton Bay, and every week, once a week, a woman would end up dead, surgically dissected with the occasional bit missing, sometimes the kidneys, sometimes a chunk of lung or brain matter. Sometimes the heart.

Jack Slash had announced that the 9 would destroy Brockton Bay, if Jack the Ripper did not show his face, then the 9 would burn his hunting grounds to ash. The Ripper had responded by killing Shatterbird and leaving a message spelling out the time and date in her entrails. And so, the Ripper would meet the Slasher.

Jack Slash took one final turn down a darkened alleyway, and there at the end, in the fading light of the setting sun was a tall figure, swaddled in an overcoat, the face obscured by a thick red cloth, on top of brown hair, a pair of ice blue eyes, and below, a pair of leather gloves that creaked with strain as Jack the Ripper gazed implacably at Jack Slash.

Slash smiled disarmingly, his empty hands held wide.

"Well, I've heard that there was another Jack in town. But to kill Shatterbird, just to send me a message…" Slash whistled low before continuing. "Now thats damn impressive. What would you say if I asked you to join?"

Jack the Ripper scratched idly at their red scarf, and finally pulled it down, reveling plump lips, and the proud, aristocratic features of a mature, female, teen, and then a voice that sent shivers down Slash's spine, that voice! It was like melted chocolate and velvet across bare skin! Sensual, calm, smooth.

"I would say, Jack Slash, that I don't intend on giving up my hunting grounds so easily. Especially not to a bunch of filthy barbarians like yourselves."

Slash frowned, the tone was good, but the words curdled any enjoyment he might have felt. He contemplated what he knew of the mysterious killer in front of him.

Jack the Ripper, a serial killer who had been killing the criminals and the women of Brockton Bay with abandon for the last few months, apparently removing parts of the remains either as souvenirs, or to eat. The Ripper had sent letters, graphic letters, describing his past actions, and his plans for future kills.

The Ripper frowned as Slash remained silent.

"If you intend to remain silent, Jack the Slash, I could simply rip your vocal cords out, that way you have an actual reason to remain silent." Jack rubbed her mouth contemplatively, her tongue darting out to taste the air. "In fact, I think I will do even worse. First to you, and then the rest of the 9."

Jack the Ripper, terror of London, and now of Brockton Bay began walking forward, out of one sleeve slipped a simple knife with a leather handle, the Rippers boots clopped slightly on the concrete of the alley as she approached Jack Slash who was backing away, his hand falling to his own concealed knife, with a quick sigh over wasted talent Slash brought up his blade, aimed it at the Rippers head and extended, the invisible cutting edge that his powers allowed him to project shooting out to slice through the teens throat.

Jack stopped and looked down at her throat with an almost curious expression as the blood poured out from her throat in thick streams. Then the blood stopped, and Jacks cut throat reversed like the rewind in a movie.

Slash cursed, he might be the leader of the 9, but that was because of his skills of manipulation and sheer sadism coupled with a not insignificant intelligence, rather then his ability to extend the cutting edge of a blade to insane lengths without loosing a power.

But against an opponent that was fast, strong, apparently couldn't die, and refused to let him speak? Yeah. Time to run.

But as he turned to run, another Ripper melted out of the alley wall.

"Where are you going Slash? Are you trying to run?"

Slash weaved past the Ripper turned a corner, and almost ran into another identical Ripper.

"You, Slash, are a pale imitation of the real Jack, of the ripper."

And as Slash continued running through dirty alleyways, more Rippers appeared, oozing out of shadows, melting out of walls, or just suddenly appearing like a lighting strike.

"The Ripper is everywhere Slash."

A frantic turn.

"The Ripper is always."

A last ditch jump over a dumpster and into an open street, that is until a dozen identical Rippers walked out and surrounded Slash, their blue eyes gazing at Jack with an expression of the utmost lust and hunger, that sent shivers down Jack Slash's spine, and then the unholy chorus spoke, their identical voices meshing together to form a buzzing harmony.

"Jack the Ripper is always and forever Jack, and you and your Slaughterhouse will ruin one of the best hunting grounds Ive found in decades. We can't have that, Jack. So, the Ripper will cut, tear, and feast upon the flesh of mass murderers this night."

The identical figures blurred and dissolved into nothingness, leaving one Ripper standing before Slash, who stepped forward to speak, to make one last effort to salvage a promising candidate.

But Jack the Ripper blurred, and then Jack Slash looked down to find a knife buried in his chest and the Rippers teeth at his throat, Jack Slash, also known as Jacob, had one last thought.

'we would have been so great together…"