Edward Tiffany
This story is extremely mature. This RP will contain: language, murder, violence, and possibly other mature themes. I ask you proceed with caution
Day 1
Sometimes I wonder if I'm crazy. Then again, I think everyone wonders that at some point in there lifetime. It's just sometimes the blood really gets to me. Other times, I can hear their screams in my sleep. I feel mad, but I don't feel wrong.
Oh how did I get this far? How did I get in this deep? Surely mother wouldn't understand. I think that's what hurts. I do care for mother. Father would understand. Yes, it was father who saved mother. Oh, why did he leave? Where is he now?
They say Father's dead. That or in prison. It's why I do what I do. You see, dad inspired me. He deemed himself a hero by searching the slums and dragging out the filth and making rid of it! My mom used to be a part of that filth. I guess dad saw something in her. He saved her from that life.
It's funny to know so much about your father and yet not know his name. Most call him villain, but how could someone who rids the world of evil be evil? Sure, his father was a little twisted. Surely every man was. Father was responsible for the death of hookers, but saved one. He saved mother. What he did is what changed mother's choice of career.
Mother doesn't see it that way. In fact, she always says that I'm the reason she left "that" life. Doesn't father deserve some credit for putting me there?
It's funny to envy a father that hasn't even told you his name. In fact, a father I've never met. No one knows his name for sure. They all just nicknamed him "Jack the Ripper." Jack. It's not a bad name.