The Ripper of East End

Part 16: Letting go

Jack couldn't bear the encounter.

It was nothing like he'd expected.

She didn't come back to him, no beautiful poetic moment where Abigail descended the stairs of heaven and ran into his arms again.

She broke him instead.

She called him a monster.

An abomination.

A madman.

"I'll show you a fucking madman Abigail. I'll show you." Jack muttered as he prowled the empty streets, searching for his next unfortunate victim.

Jack had nothing to lose.

His only purpose was gone now.

He brought Abigail back and she didn't want to return.

Jack was just filled with rage and confusion now.

He loved her. Or did he? Was he in the same field as Eleanor, a one-way obsession that spans beyond normal human emotion.

"No! No no no no no! I won't be like you. I'm not like you at all!" Jack slapped himself in the face. "I'M NOT LIKE YOU!"

Eleanor was following Jack in the night. She wanted to surprise him. She wanted to express her love once more.

But something stopped her.

Jack wasn't just out to kill.

He wanted something much more brutal.

She stepped back, knowing better than to put herself in the path of a raging bull.

He clutched his head and grunted in pain. Discordant voices yelled at him from every direction.

But it was the worst hearing Abigail.

"God leave me alone!" Jack hit himself again, harder this time.

It was hard to pretend he wasn't losing his grip on reality. Jack knew he couldn't solicit a prostitute like normal.

But that was no matter.

There's plenty of whores in Whitechapel.

He knew all the places to be for a kill.

Just three streets away, and he'd found one. A man in the act of solicitation.

The prostitute was bent over, resting on the wall as the man entered from behind.

Jack made quick work of it.

He yanked the man back and kicked him in the crotch.

"Gah! You fuckhead! What's your problem!? You can't see we're busy!?" The man got up, holding his crotch.

The poor woman behind them was unaware of the horrible fate that awaited her.

"Get away from here." Jack warned the man.

"I paid for time and I'll get what I paid for! You get out of here!" The man pushed Jack, but Jack returned a swift punch, breaking his nose.

Blood fountained from his face.

"You psycho! I'm gonna-"

"Kill me!?" Jack slammed the man into a wall, cleaver held high. "YOU'RE GOING TO KILL ME!?"

The woman let out a scream, running in the opposite direction.

"No! You stay! STAY!" Jack let go of the man and tackled the prostitute to the ground. "You're the one I want!"

"I'll fuck you please! Just let me go!" She begged. "It'll be free you can do anything you want please just-"

"SHUT UP!" Jack gripped her face roughly. "Look at you. So young. So sweet. So innocent. And you ruin it! You become a whore just like her. You're going to become just like them."