Unknown POV

I sit on the rooftops it Whitechapel. I overlook the police investigation of the murder of my victim, Annie Chapman.

The police covered her mutilated body with a white sheet, you could see the blood seep through the sheets.

I look over and I see someone I knew from my childhood arguing with the police, Garrett Frye. The boy I once called 'friend'. I see to older people pull him away, Jacob and Emily Frye. Jacob Frye, the person I hate most. Him and his sister are the ones responsible for my mother's death. Emily Frye, the person that was like a mother to me, is now dead to me.

I see a two others help their parents, Adam and Charlotte. Beautiful Charlotte, her beautiful black hair that was as black as night and those gorgeous hazel eyes. I want her so bad, but she made it clear to me long ago that she was in love with another. Damien Abernathy, that bastard.

Adam and Garrett the leaders of their own gang, The Dead Kings. Well at least it's better than what Jacob named his gang, The Rooks. Adam he always tried to mess with me as a child.

I look back to my handy work with Annie Chapman, she was Notting but a no good prostitute. I took great pleasure in mutilating her body.

With my handy work with my victims, the press gave me numerous nicknames like The Whitechapel Murderer, or The Leather Apron. But my favorite is Jack the Ripper.