Jackie The Ripper

Chapter 12

The train stopped at the station. I gathered up my bags. I was more determined than ever in my life. I stepped off the train trying to blend in with the crowd. I didn't need Jack seeing I was here. Then in front of me I see a little boy who looks like Thomas. He saw me and ran. I chased after him, only to find he was gone.    

I was feeling like I was losing my mind. I seriously thought that I had seen Thomas. I felt tears in my eyes. I thought I had seen my baby. I know he isn't my flesh and blood, but he was still my baby. I had raised him since he was four. I was not letting anyone take him from me. I had so much determination to get him back. 

After I cleared my head for a few hours. I found a room for rent. I went to the room and unpacked all of my newspaper clippings from all the killings around town. I just knew I needed to track him down. I pinned all of the papers to the wall, and started tracking him down with the map. I checked the map for any alleyways. 

I searched, coming up with nothing. I looked out the window to see the sun starting to go down. I knew it was time to get changed into my outfit. I put on my trousers with a white button up shirt. I tucked all of my hair into my top hat, pulling it down enough where you wouldn't be able to tell who I was. Then I put on my boots, then to finish it off with the trench coat.

I glanced in the mirror. It shocked me. I did not look anything like I had before. I needed to hide my face so Jack wouldn't be able to spot me easily. I stepped out of the room and headed for the shadows. I found an alleyway and started walking slowly. I could hardly see my hand in front of my face. 

I felt like someone was following me, so I turned around. No one. My heart started to race. This shouldn't have happened to me. I used to kill. Just like Jack. Why should the thought of going up against him scare me so much? I needed to shake these thoughts. I won't be able to carry out what I need to do. 

I leaned up against a wall. Taking a few deep breaths. I got pulled from my thoughts when I heard a scream. I rushed to where I heard the scream from, only to find a murder victim. Her blood was still warm, but life was gone out of her. I felt so much sadness. Maybe if I would have been a little quicker, maybe she would still be able.

I snuck back to my room. I took my top hat off. Letting my hair fall around my face as I sat down on my bed. I let my head fall in my hands. I started crying. I need to stop him so much. He is taking too many lives. I needed to find Thomas, before Jack killed him. 

I changed into my nightgown and went to sleep trying to figure out how I could stop this man from killing. I used to think like him but not anymore. Humans deserved to live their life however they wanted to. Jack killed every woman that he thought was a w***e, but yet he wouldn't kill me. I couldn't figure out why. 

I think he is enjoying playing this game with me. He enjoys me thinking about him. I can't figure out why or how he enjoys this. I finally went to sleep, dreaming of nothing. I hated that so much. I don't know how long I slept for, but it must have been a while. When I woke up it was the afternoon. I sat on the edge of the bed. Rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. 

I ran my fingers through my hair. Trying to get knots out of my hair. I had a headache, it hurt really badly. I got a glass of water trying to ease the pain. I stayed on the edge of the bed for a while. When it started getting dark, I dressed up again. I was once again Jackie the Ripper. I walked outside, hunting an alleyway to hide down. 

I glanced to see a woman walking by herself, so I started following her. Not too close so she wouldn't feel like someone was following her. I just stayed close enough to keep her safe. I saw a shadow stepped in between us. I started running to tackle the shadow. Once I did, I heard that voice that made my skin crawl. 

"Well hello again Jackie." "Don't talk to me. I'm here to stop you." "Stop me. Haha. What are you going to do? You couldn't even keep one of your children safe." That last comment hurt so bad. I stopped dead in my tracks and he hit me square in the jaw. So I elbowed him in the face. 

"Doesn't feel too good does it Jack?" "You think you're going to win against me?" "Either that or I die trying." I felt a blade hit me on my side. I screamed out in pain. "See that's what I wanted to hear from you." He shoved me off of him and ran away. I laid on the ground for a second. I looked at my hand and saw blood. 

I got up slowly and headed back to my room. I got my shirt off to see how badly I had been hurt. I was bleeding pretty good. I grabbed my sewing kit and started stitching myself up. It hurt so much. I took a deep breath and stitched it up completely. I laid on the bed, grateful I had stopped the bleeding. Hearing that voice again though haunted my mind so much. How was I supposed to stop him when I am scared of him?