Chapter 1

I followed closely behind her. Making sure my shoes don't make a noise. Her brown hair was put up in a bun, very loosely. I smiled watching the way she walks. She walked with confidence. Something I enjoyed in my women. She just didn't know she was fixing to be one of my women. Well, my newest one anyway. I couldn't see her face in the dark, but I had a feeling she was very beautiful. The street lights were glowing off of her pale green dress. The wind blew and sent a chill so I pulled my top hat down over my ears. My long blonde hair was tucked into the hat.

She had no idea I was following her. She turned down an alleyway. Perfect. I hurried up behind her grabbing her around the neck, choking her out. I laid her on the ground and started my work. I slit her throat, waiting to watch the blood run down her neck. Seeing the shine of the red liquid gave me such a thrill. Watching her gasp for air as the blood left her body let me know I was in control. I gave her a few minutes to finally bleed out the rest of the way so I could start my work.

I took my knife and cut her dress open. She was a small woman. Not a large stomach so it would be easy to cut through. I started slowly right in between her breast as I sliced her open. The more I cut the more I saw inside of her. Her guts so I grabbed the intestines and pulled. As the stomach came out with it I laid it beside her head.

Her dead eyes watching me as I did my work. "I hope you are enjoying the show," I whispered to her corpse. I took my top hat off letting my hair fall into the blood. It stained my blonde hair red. I smiled as I took a kidney and her uterus. I tucked them away in my jacket pocket. I followed the alleyway around a corner. I found some water and rinsed my hands and my knife off. Tucking my hair back into my hat.

I heard the whistleblowing as a policeman for Scotland Yard found the body. Hearing people yell that "Jack The Ripper" had struck again, made me smile. If only they knew how far from the truth they really were. I walked towards my room that I stayed in so I could get away from the people and put my trophies up.

I opened the door to my room and grabbed a jar to put the uterus in it. Then the kidney was next. I thought about it and took my knife and cut it in half. I cooked up the one half, eating it as I began to write a note to the detectives working on my case. "From Hell". I smiled to myself. "Perfect." That's where I felt like I came from anyway.

I looked at the trophy shelf I had built myself. So many jars, with so many body parts. All were human. These women die for the greater good of science. I can't study the human body without subjects. Other people may think I'm crazy or even mad, but I don't care. I plan on going down in history. Someone like me deserves it.

The men around here won't listen to me just because I'm a woman. What do they know? What makes them so much better? I just need to know how everything inside of a body works, but honestly, that was the best kidney I have ever eaten. Maybe next time I could try a different organ. Human just has a nicer taste than any other creature I have tried.

I yawned I had been up for days following my last victim around. She traveled around a lot. Getting her away from people was the most struggling task. She had been such a people person. I never knew her name and really didn't care to. Being dead would have to be a better life than she was living. All the men, all the time.

I would rather use my brain than my body for money. It's just no one takes me seriously because I am a woman. I took my man's clothing off. If anyone saw me they would just think I was a man, which was perfect. They started calling me Jack The Ripper just because they think only men can kill. It is easier for a woman to be a murder but I don't want to get caught so I pretend to be a man.

I even bind my breast for no one will think twice about me being a woman. I even have shoes that are too big so I seem more like a man. The only thing I won't do is cut my hair. My hair hangs down my back so when I go out as a woman that's the main thing that catches attention. So I hide it on nights when I'm "Jack". It has started a lot more fun than I had ever thought it would be.

I stretched and headed to bed. The next morning I heard people talking outside my door. So I hurried to hear what was going on. I walked outside to see a group of women talking. "Jack struck again last night." "Oh God, that's awful. Who did he get?" "I don't know her name but it was a girl who worked nights." I walked up acting shocked at the news I had just heard. "Oh no that's so awful to hear. We are all going to have to start being careful being out at night."

The women nodded and we headed out in different ways. I walked around letting the sun shine down on me. My secret will never be discovered because everyone thinks that is a man who is killing. This is going to be a whole lot easier than I ever thought. I went on my way just buying things and enjoying the sunshine. Patiently waiting for nightfall to find my next victim.

I slowly made my way back to my room to wait. I cooked up a part of a heart from my victim from a week ago. The heart had a bitter taste to it. I think that would be how my heart would taste with it being cold to human life and all. Certain humans don't deserve to live. I like being able to pick and choose who lives or who dies. Some humans are too evil to live. Some are even too stupid to live.

I enjoy the rush of being able to choose. I feel like I'm purifying the world from the evils of women. I hate women so much. Being able to take from them what makes them women. The organs that make it so. I glanced outside to see the sun going down. I suited up in my get up to get ready for a victim. I start walking outside to get ready to kill again.

Not really seeing very many women out on the street. That's disappointing. I really wanted to get rid of someone tonight. I kept walking around, hoping to find someone. Anyone at this point. The need to kill is getting stronger. I needed to get home before I killed the wrong kind of person. The full moon made the need so much stronger. Something seemed off tonight anyway. So I decided to head back to my room for the night.

I got back to my room and went to bed knowing that I missed a kill but something wasn't right. The universe felt off balance. So it wasn't meant to be. I felt very depressed that I wasn't able to kill anyone. I felt that I didn't get to have any fun tonight and I hated that feeling. So I decided to get some sleep so that way I could try again tomorrow.

I didn't dream or anything sleeping through the whole night because I was so depressed. This was so hard to stomach. The killing had been so much fun. Gave me that extra push that I had needed to get me through this horrible life. What can I say? I enjoy the thrill of killing. It's the only purpose I have in my life. There were so many people I needed to take off of the streets. Slowly. One by one. Taking them out. I had to be careful, I couldn't let people know what I was doing. They might freak out.

Humans never like humans who kill right? That was always my thought. I didn't want people to like me. I wanted them to fear me. The more I thought about it. The sadder I got, so I decided to go outside for some sunlight. Getting dressed was a task for me. I hated wearing dresses, but women can't walk around in trousers yet. I hope in the future things change a lot. Things will probably never change. Women will always be objects to men and lower than dogs.

I shook off my thoughts and finished getting dressed. Walking outside the clouds covered up the sun. I looked up at the sky. The clouds danced across the sky like they were performing a waltz. Which made me smile a little since mother nature meant so much to me. This was a moment that I didn't want to end. I stretched and let out a moan when I heard a man's voice from behind me.

"What's a beautiful lady like you doing out here by yourself?" I turned around to see an older man who was a great deal taller than I was. "I am enjoying the sun and the clouds sir." "I think I have somewhere I could take you." Before I knew it, he had grabbed me and threw me over his shoulder. I had no idea what was going to happen. He carried me behind a building and threw me on the ground as he dropped his pants.

It was fight or flight at this point and I kicked him in his man parts and when he fell to the ground holding himself. I grabbed his head and ripped his throat out with my teeth. I spit it out on the ground as I watched him die. He will never hurt anyone. Not ever again. I wiped my mouth on the back of my hand and headed home to wash up. I always loved the taste of blood.

I snuck home the back way so no one would see me. I got home and closed and locked the door. I licked the blood off of my hand. It tasted so good, you would have thought that I hadn't eaten in months the way I savored the taste. I loved the feeling I got after a kill. It was a relief that I couldn't get anywhere else. This was something that felt so amazing. No one in the world could make me feel like this.

I had to wash the bloody clothes in a hurry just in case anyone decided to stop by. There I am, butt naked washing my clothes. The blood washed out of the clothes well. That was always a good thing too. I didn't need people questioning the blood on my clothes. I laid them out to dry as I laid in bed and fell asleep. The best sleep I have had in a while. No dreams, just darkness. So peaceful.

I got woken up by screams. Someone must have found the body. Oh well, he shouldn't have messed with me. I took a deep breath and stretched. I reached for my clothes but they were still wet so I laid in bed. Just enjoying hearing the people outside. Screaming about the murder and how they found the victim. Well if you can even call him that. I might have saved a young woman's life. We will never know because well I killed him.