Catching Mr Ripper

November 8th Evening

"Beth, you can't go out there" Will argued.
"Edmund won't work with me. What am I supposed to do? Just let the killer get away with it? I can't sit idly by and let the men solve it" Elizabeth sighed as she finished lacing her boot.
"I'm not asking you to do that but, going out there dressed like one of them is dangerous" he argued.
"I can handle myself. Go home to your Thomas because he's going to worry about you until your with him so go" she smiled leading him towards the front door.
"We're both going to worry about you until we know your home safe" he stood his ground blocking the front door.
"I will be fine. I have a knife, I doubt I'll even get a glimpse of him" she reasoned.
"Beth. I love you. Your like a sister to me and you've kept my secret. So I'm asking you nicely, don't go risking your life just because Edmund didn't choose you and Alexander kicked you out"
"This isn't about Edmund or Alexander. This is about doing what's right" she said stubbornly.
"I hate how stubborn you are some times" he sighed leaving the house.
"Get in line" she sighed, closing the door as she left the house, leaving William standing in her hall.

Elizabeth stood under a lamplight, the chilly November air made her pull her shawl around her tighter.
"How much?" Came a male voice from the darkness.
"I'm waiting for someone" Elizabeth said as confidently as she could.
"I'm sure I can pay more. What's your price?" He asked again.
"Didn't your mother ever tell you when a lady tells you no, it means no" Elizabeth said more confidently.
"No actually. She told me that no, always means yes if there's money involved" he laughed.
"My friend would miss me" Elizabeth argued.
"I'm sure I know your friend what's her name? Catherine, Elizabeth, Mary?" He smirked and Elizabeth gasped.
"Your Jack the ripper" she gasped.
"And your going to be ripped" he smirked, lunging at her, knife in hand. Elizabeth tried to run but he grabbed her from behind, throwing her against a brick wall. She fell to the floor, groaning in pain as he stalked towards her, his face hidden in darkness under his brimmed hat.
"You won't get away with this" she groaned as he grabbed her hair.
"Oh I will. Because I'm Jack. I hide in the shadows, the darkness is my friend" he smirked, slicing through her dress into her skin. Elizabeth groaned in pain as blood began soaking through her dress.
"Why didn't you cut my throat like the others?" She said through the pain.
"Your stronger than them. They all screamed in fear"
"I won't scream. I won't shout for help"
"Why not?" He asked running the bloody knife down the side of her face.
"Because I know you" she said making him freeze "I know you were probably sexually abused by a prostitute" she told him "I know you are educated but you tried to hide it in your messages" she told him. Jacks anger began growing with everything she told him.
"You know nothing!" He yelled stabbing her abdomen.
"I know your damaged. You and I, we're both damaged goods" she told him through excruciating pain as more blood stained her dress.
"No one is like me. No one will know me, because you'll be dead by the time someone finds you" he smirked, walking off away from her.
"I know you. I know you" she managed to call out to him in pain. Elizabeth lay on the dirty concrete floor, the pool of her blood growing with each passing second. She gasped for air, unable to breath through the pain.
"Edmund" she whispered to no one but herself, before succumbing to the darkness.