Here we go
White Chapel... When Mary met Jack.
She was always the best of the lot. An easy smile and a lovely one to boot.
Shame that she was out that night... Instead of with her friends. But then he never liked her having friends. He wanted her to himself... All to himself. When was she ever going to be able to make her own way. So many fucking wankers...wanting to control her... Own her... Beat her.
So here she was, trying to get out of London by paying off her debts, and getting home to Ireland, asshole father or not.
She was about to call it a night...
...when he walked out of the shadows.
The first thing that struck her about the man in the carefully tailored black suit, was his smile, the second was his gold watch on the long gold chain with the Ruby hanging from it and the diamond in the watches face... It glowed.
"Mary," he sighed, "it is Mary... Isn't it?"
He'd heard of her...promising start
She'd heard of the ripper, as they all had... But he targeted the more seasoned girls - mum hang up they all assumed - and Jack was known to sport a peaked cap...this one was high-class, silk derby, not hidding, seen by everyone... Even the prick who stalked her. Gutless cunt was hiding just to the right.
"I understand you help those less blessed in gifts than you...less pretty, less treasured than men."
She blushed,"I don't want that to get around... Please." She gazed to the right
The Ruby began to glow like the diamond. He grinned, "Mary... Tonight's your lucky night. Fortune smiles upon you."
She smiled, "no offence, but every time aman starts in with all that shite..."
He grinned wider,"I would never insult a woman of your obvious cunning with such triviality as a con. This deal is sealed with a payment few would pay. But... I promise you, you will be free of that rat in the sewers to my right. No man will bother you again. " he wanted her terror, to seal the deal... So he told her nothing of the price.
He had been wrong. The Ruby wanted the soul of her baby... Not Mary. It broke him on a very real level... Made him doubt, and part of him was never the same. Her soul was set free... To dwell in torment. Her baby trapped. The only way to free it soul was his death.
And the only way to achieve this goal was to separate him from his leash. Make him feel terror greater than he could instil. To achieve this they needed to make a madman accept what he was experiencing was in fact all too real, even if it was impossible to believe.
But first,they needed to bait the ripper.