[ WP ] Jack the Ripper in custody speaking with a constable about the motivation for his crimes .

`` So ya wan na know why I did it, why I killed them? Do yeh truly think yer worthy of such an honour?'' 
 
 The constable leaned back in his chair, confusion and anger in his eyes as he spoke for the first time. 
 
 `` An honour sir?! What you did was not honourable, not in any way. You killed them without any reason, and without mercy. Those poor innocent people... it is my fault that I did n't catch you sooner...'' 
 
 I laughed. 
 
 The constable squawked but I raised my hands, urging him to quiet down. 
 
 `` Dun take it too personal like Constable, I happen to like you. A lot more patient... unlike the others.'T is something that I admire, and strive teh replicate.'' 
 
 The man leaned backwards, his wizened brow furrowed in thought as I saw for the first time the badge on his chest. 
 
 `` Ah, excellent. Old man, do yeh know who I am?'' 
 
 I ignored the irritable nodding of his head as I gestured towards the wall, framed with articles and other things that were mostly about me. 
 
 I pointed towards a plaque in the far left corner. It was small and insignificant and truthfully it was something that most would ignore, the plaque containing information that would of little consequence to only a few. 
 
 `` Marriage certificate?'' 
 
 The constable nodded, unsure of where the conversation was leading. 
 
 `` Read to me, and yore questions shall be answered.'' 
 
 The head constable promptly stood, and walked over to where the certificate was on the wall. With trembling hands, he pried it from the wall and began reading it.'' 
 
 `` On this special day-'' 
 
 `` No!'' I shouted, rising to my feet. Shouts of alarm arose from the surrounding area but I ignored them, pointing towards the middle of the Certificate. 
 
 `` Read that paragraph,'' I uttered, striving and mostly succeeding in moderating my tone. 
 
 `` Sir John Dalton of Pembroke Road, aged 54, married Delna Cunningsworth, aged 29, on the Seventeenth of April...'' The constable paused and lifted his head, uncertainty clouding over his face. 
 
 A smile tugged on the sides of my lips but somehow I held it back, knowing that the moment I have been waiting for some many years was finally close. 
 
 `` Read the next sentence,'' I purred, dropping my accent. 
 
 The constable swallowed; perhaps noticing the change and but ignoring it as he continued to read. `` On the Seventeenth of April he married his bride in his second marriage-'' 
 
 The constable stopped, his face turning white. The smile that I had been holding back was now unleashed, with the shocked horror that was now being painted across his face only partly succeeding in alleviating my wrath. 
 
 `` All of this-'' I whispered, gesturing to all of the newspaper articles that was arrayed on the walls and all of the descriptions that described the murders I committed; most in horror but with a notable few in muted tones of glee. All of this combined to weigh down upon the constable at once as he began to realize the significance of the prisoner standing before him. 
 
 `` Is your doing, Father.'' 
 
 Father dropped the plaque and it smashed into the floor. He fell to his knees, screaming for forgiveness as I stood lording over him, drinking in his agony like one would enjoy fine wine. 
 
 `` Feel the true depth of your sins. Know that this is all your fault, and that nothing will ever change that.'' 
 
 I stood there smiling as the door slammed open. Other constables leapt in and in short order I found myself tackled to the floor. I slammed into the wall and I felt my head crack, blood oozing down the back of my neck as I felt something disappear. 
 
 At this, my mirth bubbled over. I found myself laughing hysterically and unable to stop as I felt my body beginning shaking under the blows of the other men, each doing their best as they continued to beat upon a literal brick wall that was shielding something precious. 
 
 My last thought was of Mother and of how proud she would have been. 
 

