In London 1910

I am sure that most of you know Jake the ripper as one of the most famous killers. However, there is no much information about him. What if I told you that I met the guy twice. In my childhood and I was the last face he saw in 1888. You wouldn’t believe that, right?

My father was the man who took care of Jake. My father was the leader of London’s dark brotherhood. In 1860 during one of his missions, he killed a family, for their involvement in a satanic cult that killed, and eat people to do their rituals. Among of their victims there was Jake’s family. He was the only survivor so my father adopted him and raised him to be a member of the dark brotherhood.

At first, Jake was ten at that time. They wanted to put him in an asylum but my father protested and took full responsibility of the lad. When he thinks back about that he feels so guilty because he created a monster that killed so many innocent people and terrorized London.

In 1st January 1850

After years of investigation, my father found the location of the cult responsible of the mysterious disappearance and deaths. 

The cult member were a family of 30 yes big family. The brotherhood raided the house at night because our source told us that these people are planning to do a big feast that night to become immortal.

At midnight we infiltrated inside their house in Whitechapel. The cult already started their ritual, so there was a lot of blood on the ground. As a result, my father decided that we should kill them all. Out of nowhere, they jumped on us the ambushed us. Two of our fighters died fighting against them.

After a 2 hours long, brutal fight. The entire cult member where dead. Before burning the house my father went to check the basement.

 In the basement, they found a lot of cage. In one of the cages there was a 10-year-old boy crying. All what he was saying was complete non-sense, so my father took him with them.

In 2nd January 1850

The brotherhood got mad at my dad because he brought someone to our hideout. Most of the members wanted to send him to an asylum, but my father protested and said to them that he will turn him into a warrior. 

He took him home with him, he spent hours trying to get his name, but the boy said he had no name. He was detained with his family by that cult for 10 years. He was born in captivity.

He reminded my mother of her deceased brother Jake, So she decided to call him from that day Jake. This happened before I was born.

Between 1850 and 1860

The narrative has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the infringement.

My father taught him the art of fighting, hiding, assassinating and hoe to create weapons. Jake was smart and strong but he didn’t talk much. He was very silent and he prefer to observe things, which made him one of the top fighter we had.

At the age of 20, he was a master fighter the youngest person to reach that level. A master fighter is a fighter with a level of a leader, thus he can have a leadership role in the brotherhood. But Jake preferred to work alone all the time. He didn’t trust people. If my father died during that time Jake could’ve been the new leader. I’m happy that didn’t happen.

In 7th march 1860

This the day I was born. At this time, Jake was a close member to the family. When he knew that my mother is pregnant, he was so happy. My father told me that when I was born, Jake 20 at that time was very happy. He is the one who gave me the name Annie. He said that he used to hear this name in his childhood. Maybe It was his mother’s name. I’m not sure.

My mother told me that he stayed with for a long time that my father decided to assign him the role of protecting me. At the age of six, he taught me how to read, count. He even showed me how to run fast and climb walls, yes at the age of six I had the ability to climb a wall easily.

In 1870

I was 10 at this time. Jake taught me how to use weapons. Not for killing people, but just to protect myself in case something happens.

My father was angry with him because apparently he started to act crazy. When he assassinate someone, he dismember them and do bad things to the body. This made my father angry I remember he schooled for hours on why he should not be doing that.

In 1880

I grew up to be a strong woman. Many men would fear to approach me because first, Jake is my brother, and two they get scared that I might hurt them.

In this time Jake, start to have a bad reputation inside the brotherhood. My father fed up with hi behavior; as a result, he lowered Jake’s rank. Since that day, Jake disappeared.

We started to look for him. He left no trace behind, but in 1885 he reappeared again to congratulate me for turning into a master fighter. My father was not happy with him coming and even Jake looked guilty.

At night, I heard noise in the house. It was Jake he came to our house and killed my family. How did I know it? It was his style his killing and assassination had his mark. For him murder is an art. I got so mad for what he have don, so I went to the brotherhood to tell them about what happened.

I was crowned the new leader. To honor my dad I swore that I would kill Jake the moment I see him.

In 1888

His killing spree started. After inspecting his five victims, we found a note that he is trying to destroy the brotherhood, or at least giving it a new goal.  

I started my investigation at that time; he attacked our hideout and slaughtered most of the fighters. The remaining ones are hiding somewhere.

I kept following the case in secret because the cops where investigating too. After days of investigation, I knew where he is. He is hiding in the Whitechapel house.

I head to that house and indeed, there is signs of someone living there.  Guess what happened?

He jumped on me but because of his training, I managed to evade his attack. He forgot that he trained me I knew most of his dirty tricks. So if he want to fight dirty, I will fight dirty. I fought him for more than 4 hours. He attacks then hide and I was playing the same game with him. Until I noticed that, his attacks had a pattern, so I predicted his next attack and got him off guard. I didn’t show any mercy I killed him to relieve the world and London from his crimes even though I grew up around him.

His last word where: good girl, my training helped you so much, but if I die, you die with me. He blow himself.

I forgot that he might use a cheap trick like this.

I survived the blast, but I have lost my right hand, thus the brotherhood in London died.