Emily's POV

Today I got a letter from my children. I read it and I stand in the sitting in Erik's home shocked. The Ripper might have killed my husband, the Ripper almost killed my daughter. The Ripper is the little boy that I treated like he was my own son, Jack. How could he?

The once sweet Jack has turned into a cold blooded murderer. Tears roll down my face. I cry for my husband and my children. I feel angry, wanting some justice for what happend to Jacob and Charlotte.

"Emily, sister, what is wrong?" I hear Erik ask with concern in his voice. I wipe the tears from my eyes and I hug my brother.

"The Ripper attacked Jacob and Charlotte," I tell him, "Charlotte is recovering in a hospital. But Jacob......Jacob is no where to found," I manage to tell him. Erik hugs me tighter. I cry in his shoulder. Erik then leads me to the sofa and I still cling onto him, crying hysterically.

Jacob's POV

I wake up on a cold, dirty stone floor of a cell. It was dark and I could hardly see anything. I feel a pain in where the Ripper stabed me.

I slowly move so my back was against the cold stone cell wall. The smell of death and decay envade my nostrils.

Then I think about Emily, our children. Is Charlotte okay? Is Emily safe? Are the boys fine? Are any of them safe from Jack. Then I hear the cell door open. Jack enters the room without his mask. The looked different since the last time I saw. But that was two years ago.

His sandy blond hair was in a mess and his blue eyes were dull. They had lost their luster. Jack makes a crooked grin.

"Good, you are finally up, Jacob," He says darkly. I glare at the monster before me. The monster I created.

"What did you do with her?! What did you do with Charlotte?!" I yell at him. Jack only snickers.

"Oh, her," he says with no emotion present in his voice, "She's dead, I killed your precious daughter,"

Rage builds inside of me. I run after him but he pins up against a wall. He grins, "She begged and begged for me to spare her life. Her screams were music to my ears!" he laughs out. I lash out at him again but punches me in the rib cage and in my skull, "She cried 'Daddy! No, Daddy,' I saw the light go from her eyes as she died. It was like a huge weight was lifted off my shoulders!" Jack snickers as I crawl away, "I enjoyed every bit of her suffering," Jack kicks me in the stomach, "And I'm goinf to enjoy every bit of torture I will inflicted upon you,"

Jack then leaves the room leaving me to suffer.