Jack was a young boy when he grew up in England,the poor section of it and he never really had friends at all he was a loner to say the least .His mother was also all he knew until he then was a teenager he had met a young lady he didn't know and that would be his first kill .

Jack held her it felt good to his body against hers and his skin touching hers and then she kissed him ,this time he did not use any knife at all ,  his strength was all he used .

They were against an alley wall to he held her as he used one hand ,the other he reached for her neck ,it felt good to him strangler her he did not realize how good it could be ,what it did feel good .

His pulse race as his heartbeat did .

Jack knew he had to kill again,he would and then Jack turn as her body fell , it was lifeless now he smile The body laid where it was and Jack stored the image in his mind .

Jack the Ripper was born .He started home again and felt the best he'd felt in a long time .That felt good to him ,it did and he enjoyed it .

Jack wanted to kill again and he would .

to be continued ?