The Last Letter of the Ripper: November 9th 1888

My beloved Hellen,

My hand is unsteady; but not due to fear. No. I am feeling closer yet so far to the end of this game Ms. Frye and I had been dancing to for sometime now for these past few day.

The wind and air blowing through these streets are as cold as I always remembered them; yet it doesn’t feel quit the same as I remember it. I only feel a sense of readiness in me as I prepare to finish what I should of preformed so many months ago. I still can’t figure out to this day how I landed into New York City, nor the purpose of me there; one thing for sure my dove, i am happy that it did happened. For it brought me to you. The short six months I had with you, were the happiest I’d ever felt in my lifetime.

If there is one thing if ever anyone understood my life, our life, my beloved Hellen, was that you made me complete. And when we were forced apart. I never realized how alone I truly was. My heart and soul was consumed with a darkness only the devil can tip his hat to me for.

Your love and my love had awakened so many things within me. Awakening of the Death to a brotherhood I saw was tarnished and needed to be refined.

If ever Ms. Frye defeats me and discovers these letters within your father’s final journal, and had the decently to bury my secret to protect the assassins, the last statement I want to state to you and to the Frye’s. If I’m to die by Miss Frye’s blade or on by own, then the last I want to remember to have my identity by both name and body to laid upon the cold dark earth with my latest victims name as a cover for my legend will live forever.Besides, my last work was a bit chopped for my taste. Ha. But under the guise of my whore pawns in order to bring Jacob and his sister out, I still know that none of their fictional beauties can compare to your simplistic beauty. I miss everything about you my Hellen. Your gentle touch, as callused as mine, your kiss, your hair upon my face, and the security of your body upon mine.

But I’ll curse and place upon harm to myself above and beyond this life to try to forget the pain that has haunted me as deep, perhaps deeper then when my mother died. But I suppose thats what love does to you. It makes you feel beyond the pain. Beyond the joy. And Beyond the grave. But insure my love, the Fryes will receive a gift they will never forget in this last stand. For nothing compares to the gift that was given to me by fate, but was snatched away. Let the Fryes feel out pain my love. But my final sonnet to you from the deepest depths of my heart is that I wish to have the world know of your Lad and the world’s Ripper:

None but the lonely heart can know my sadness. Love lives on forever.

Yours now and always have been

Jack your Lad

Poem by JeweledFaith