Signed, Jack the Ripper (Jacob Frye x Reader)

Chapter 2- The Finding

"...N)... (Y/N)!..." You heard a muffled voice call for you, making you shift a bit from where you were laying but as soon as you moved your arm, your body ached all over making the mystery person gasp and quickly run to your side. The mysterious male placed you on his lap and cradled you as you heard him yell for the police. You were barely able to even feel his hands that were almost glued to your face, desperately try to awake you from your painful slumber. You fluttered your right eye open, as for your left eye, it was all pretty swollen, still feeling blood drip down the corner of your mouth and from your forehead. Your vision was all a blur, but you can see that same mustache on the male you've been good friends with for 20 years.

"(Y/N)! You're alive! Thank the Gods!" He said, your eyes filling up with tears as you bury your head in his chest, feeling relieved that you're not dead, but then you quickly remember the reoccurring events that happened who knows how long ago. You remembered seeing Jacob's worried and terrified face once Jack brought that knife down on Jacob, not knowing if he actually killed your dear lover and just remembering the whole scene made your head ache like hell. You tried to sit up, but instead you let out a throaty yell, making you lay back down on Mr. Abberline's lap.

You touched his face, making sure this wasn't all just a dream, but finally knowing it wasn't when he placed his hand over yours. You quickly slid your hand under your jacket and you shakily pull out a letter that was now crumpled and with a few drops of blood. You drop it onto Freddy's hand, his eyes searching for an answer until you spoke.

"T-this letter... Must get to Evie... Evie Frye..." You say, your other hand falling onto your stomach that had an ever growing pain where Jack had kicked you painfully with his sinful boots. Freddy's voice slowly started to fade, only being able to hear your own voice as you spoke a few more words.

"Ja-Jacob... Gone..." You began to babble, the pain of Frederick lifting you up, and cradled you closer which made you groan heavily," The Ripper... H-...He's done it again..." You breath your last breathe till you were plunged into a deep slumber, only to have nightmares of what could have been your death....

~Jacob's P.O.V~

The smell of rotting flesh filled my nostrils along with the screams and cries of the asylum making me go mad as well. All I remember was Jack bringing down the handle of his knife, hitting me hard on the side of my head, and I blacked out. I remember seeing my wife's terrified face. Oh, (Y/N)... I swear if anything has happened to you..

My thoughts kept thinking of my beautiful wife. I couldn't keep up with this pain that emerged from within my head, the side of my ribs were filled with blood that stained my jacket, along with the scrapes and bruises that filled my face. I could barely keep my eyes open, and I couldn't believe I was defeated by this monster, this monster that I once called my own son. My thoughts devoured my mind that was filled with carnivorous clouds that haunted my joyous thoughts and instead filled it with rage and heartbreaks that made me grimace.

I could feel the cold wind swirling through the cell that I was forever doomed in. I heard heavy and loud footsteps walk closer to where I was and I quickly stood up, but with the major pain that emitted from within me, I immediately fell back down with a loud grunt that escaped my throat. The rattling of keys startled me as the door flung open to reveal the masked man, the monster.

"Having a blasted time, Jacob?" He sneered at me, I saw him holding a tray of food, or more like little likes of slob. The last time I could remember eating was two, almost three days ago, when (Y/N) made roast beef for dinner.... That very night we went out looking for Mr. Weaversbrook. I knew it was a bad idea from the start, I should've told her to stay at home, but her stubbornness got the best of me and I finally budged in that she could accompany me. For all I know, she can be lying dead on our apartment floor, but I didn't want to have that in mind. I looked up at the miscreant who awaited for my answer, but all that came out of me was a groan of pain.