Signed, Jack the Ripper (Jacob Frye x Reader)

Chapter 1- Autumn of Terror

For twenty years, after the Assassins defeated the Templars in London, the city enjoyed a certain peace.

Until the Autumn of Terror...

In 1888, London is plunged into shadow and fear, by a series of gruesome and unsolvable murders. The brothels of Whitechapel seem warm and safe by comparison of its streets where prostitutes are being mutilated, and left on grotesque display for the world to ogle...

Mr. And Mrs. Frye hunts the elusive killer to bring an end to the Terror of Jack the Ripper...
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The cold wind swirled all through the lonely alley where the darkness consumed your form along with the murderous moon that lay above you. Jacob and you awaited in the shadows of evil, seeking the man that goes by the name of 'Mr. Weaversbrook'. You waited patiently behind a carriage, your arm holding onto Jacob's arm, his hand rubbing circles over your cold body that every breathe you'd take a cloud of freezing fog escaped you. realizing you and your husband should head home before anything or anyone can get to you both. Jacob immediately huffed as he laid his eyes on the man you both were seeking, making Jacob gently and carefully drag your arm towards then man. You let go of Jacob's arm and narrowed your eyes at Mr. Weaversbrook whom has been publishing his letters that has been making him a legacy.

"Mr. Weaversbrook! I know you have more of the Ripper's letters." You say, your boots clicking away as you try and catch up to the ignorant man, you place your hand on his shoulder but he swats it away violently, making Jacob grab the man's arm forcefully and using his free hand to put your body behind him.

"I told you to stay away from me." Mr. Weaversbrook said, trying to let go of Jacob's grip but he only tightened it. You placed your hands on his waist, his form shielding you from any harm, making you feel safe, hoping another incident doesn't happen, again.

"Stop publishing his letters." Jacob scorned the man,"You've turned an unknown miscreant into a legend, and that's exactly what he wants!" He scowled with a hint of fear in his tone. You were just about to speak up when another sweet, but full of worry voice spoke up.

"(Y/N)! Jacob! Thank god I found you." The woman said, Nellie to be exact, rushed towards you, her purple dress rustling behind her along with the clicking of her heels,"--It's the Ripper, he's done it again..." She whispers to the both of you, making your stomach burn and churn to the core. You glance at Jacob's pained expression, he looked deeply into your eyes as you flicked your wrist, revealing your hidden blade and you finally nod at him. Nellie grabs ahold of your arm, and walking right in front of you was Jacob hurrying his way to the scene of the crime.

Alas, you three made it, only to be far too late. The poor women were violently mutilated along with their spirit and pride that was left in them. Blood-soaked sheets were placed on top of them, but even if it covers their state in being, they were left on display for the town to ogle at. You covered your mouth as the smell of rotting flesh burned your nostrils, the scent lingering all throughout the alley, making your eyes teary eyed.

"Katey! Oh no, he can't, no, he can't have..." Nellie cried out, standing over the grotesque crime scene that lay before her eyes. You looked around to find another body, quickly recognizing her facial features making you kneel in front her front of her bloodied face.

"And Lizzie? Not both, not in one night..." You whimper, tears threatening to escape your eyes as you brushed your hand across her pale face that shone under the pale moonlight. You quickly got up, pulling Nellie aside from where she stood, feeling the need to protect her at this moment.