Chapter 129: The Darkness

My statement must have amused Rip because I could feel his back vibrating under my hand. 

"What else would you call a man that only targeted those that were weaker than him? If he were an actual man, he would have targeted those who would have offered a challenge, not poor women only trying to make a living in the slums."

I nodded my head as I tried to grasp what he was trying to say. And he was right. Huh. 

Jack the Ripper only killed women. He slit their throats before they could fight back, and only after they were dead did he start carving them up.

The man was a pussy. 

"Well, now I feel bad that I associated him with you in my head," I groaned. Here was me feeling better that I made friends with a modern day killer and he thought the original one was nothing but a pussy.