Jack & Jill The Rippers part. 2  

 
(a collaboration between Jadedembers and David Macleod)

Some time later

Mary Nichols.       30th August 1888

It’s been happening for months now,
My being called upon by the prince.
Eddy, I'm now permitted to call him.
He uses my body in such,-
pleasurable ways.
I think he's come to desire me.
At least that is what I hope...
I'm pregnant you see.
I'm starting to show.
...
My hopes have been crushed.
His anger was so sharp.
It slices right through me,
Along with his hand,
He backhanded my face.

He ordered me to get rid of
The evidence of love
Growing in my womb.
He threatens to end my breaths,
As if he is GOD himself.
I will see a Mary Pearce
He has commissioned her to
Dispose of our love.


Prince Albert (Eddy)    30th August 1888

Oh dear Lord
I tire of whores
And their inability
To sort out their own problems
Don’t they realize how busy I am
Did they ever stop to think about
Anyone but themselves

Miss Nichols
For example
Seems to think
There was a chance
That we would be betrothed
She got quite belligerent
I had to slap any idea
Of that out of her

Her pregnancy complicates things
But not for very long
I mean ask yourself
What’s more important
My being able to discharge
My Royal duties professionally
Or the baby of a whore
Being allowed to live
And the affects of a scandal


Annie Chapman.       8th September 1888

I've become the princes pet.
It appears as if I have succeeded in
Capturing his affection.
He's smitten by my charm.
I pray I am not delusional,
For my sanity,
And our love child's sake.
...
Livid he was.
The good Lord knows this saddens me...
Saddens me to my core.
I hope GOD is counting my tears.
He told me to be rid of it,
Or I will wish I was rat.

I'm terrified to disobey,
So I will see this Mary he has paid
To rid him of our disgraceful sin
growin'  inside of me.

Prince Albert (Eddy)    8th September 1888

I find, lately that shouting
Very loudly and threatening
The whip is all peasants understand
My sweet charming words
And my purse of coins
Does not sway them
I am forever forced to treat
Them like spoiled children
Just to make my mark

Annie in tears
And not for the first time
I think she had delusions
Of being a princess
How ridiculous and
A jolly sight tasteless

How can I bring
A peasant slut
And a bastard child
To the palace
Without ridicule
Plans are now afoot
There will be no
Salacious words or
Finger pointing

Elizabeth Stride.      30th September 1888


The prince seems to have ,-
Immense pity for me.
He calls on me often.
Seeking a woman's touch.
I oblige.

I pray, now more than ever,
He will keep it in mind
When I tell him about,
Our love transforming into flesh
...
Sweet God above
I pray for my soul.
Eddy was livid...
Frighteningly livid.
Spat the word whore,
In my face with such venom,
He did!
Slapped me because...
I shed a few tears.
It still stings.

I'll have to comply to his demand;
See this woman Mary Pearce
Who he paid to rid me of my sin.
I fear for my life,
You see,
If I do not comply to his demand.


Prince Albert (Eddy)    30th September 1888

Damn and blast!
Her leathery hide!
What is wrong
With whores these days?
You do them an
Act of kindness,
And they throw
It back in your face!
I will not be coerced.
Accepting bastards
Into my household!

It feels like blackmail,
And I hold no
Sympathy for that.
Steps have to be taken
To preserve the line.

I have this day procured
The services of a
Very specialized midwife,-
She will ensure that
This problem is solved


Catherine Eddowes.  30 September 1888


I must have been too pleasurable
To bear to let go.
I have been called upon by the prince,
Many times now.
I hope I am right.
I believe I am carrying a heir to the throne inside of me.
I shall tell him tonight.
...
Looking down into a puddle,
A murky puddle,
Near my miserable cage.
Wishing for my mother.
I'm in desperate need of her comfort right now.

See, he was furious,
I'm now bruised.
My spirit broken.
He truly gates me for our sin,
A sin that now resides inside.

I must do what he says,-
Kill the demon terminating inside.
His hired help will assist.

Wish me well mamma.


Prince Albert (Eddy)    30th September 1888

Catherine. Catherine, Catherine
What am I to do with you?
Everything was going so well,-
I gave you silver,
You gave me sex.
That was the deal.
It had no other provisions,
But it appears you are
Ready to break that deal,
And try and broker a new deal.

Actually there is a new deal,
And that bitch
Will bow the knee
And agree my terms!

One; she keeps her tongue.
Two: she never tries to contact me.
Three; she gets rid of the sprog.
I have a feeling,
She will default
On this new deal.
That’s of course,
If given the opportunity.


Mary Kelly.       9th November 1888


The fog has returned;
Seeping through my skin,
Past the muscles,
Into my marrow.

He rejected me.
I thought I was doing a job well done?
He was outraged, you see,
Outraged when he learned of his possible child becoming a solid thing.

He threatened to make me
Wish I was fog,
And I do not doubt him when he
makes this threatening claim.
I'll have this disgraceful thing
Erased tomorrow night.
Then I shall go on as
Invisible as before.


Prince Albert (Eddy)    30th September 1888

It’s amazing how threats
Can change the colour
Of a harlots face.
She was talking gibberish,
About some fog returning,
So I just had to
Straighten her out.

No common whore
Makes demands of me!
Demands however
Do travel in the
Opposite direction.
That is the way of things.

I told her in plain language,
A language beneath me,
That I could have her
Turned into a fog,
Not like the London fog
This would be the kind
That disappears and
Nobody notices or cares
When it’s gone.