The blood ran from the knife down my wrists and once again I felt the adrenaline pulse through my veins. By my feet lay a series of organs in a pool of scarlet blood; in the reflection of the growing pool I could see my own face grinning back at me under my hat. As the moon was shielded by the clouds that ran across the sky, ran in fear of me, her blood turned black and now instead of my face I saw my soul...as black as night and as ruthless as death itself. I took one last look at her mangled remains before I parted with my love for the last time...
Now that Jane was out of my way I could finish what James had started...
With that I ran into the shadows not as Jack Hammond but as Jack...The ripper....