by Jared Lorance

Created on: September 16, 2009

"Nature in her indifference makes no distinction between good and evil." - Anatole France

Dear Sergeant Holloway,

By now I assume everyone on this God forsaken planet has heard of me. I was the first. And being the first to do something significant, no matter how much they intended to do it, has a way of making you grand. I have accomplished something that no one of the billions of men that inhabit and have inhabited the earth achieved in their entire lifetimes. I spent years making a name for myself in the local papers and twice nationally. But the history my name entails is forever synonymous with one day.

Though it was by mere chance that I had accomplished such a feat as to bury my true deeds does not mean I didn't deserve the fame. I will tell you this now on my death bead what really happened that fateful eve. Who I really am? Who I really was? I now know that I am living proof that chance rewards those that are prepared, and on this day I was meticulously prepared. This I know all too well. I have always been prepared, since I was a child. I am so prepared I still have you all fooled. For forty-two years I fooled my wife, my children, the community and most of all you sergeant. It must surely bring you pain to know that now.

Tomorrow the papers will know who the Masked Ripper truly is, and ever more key, that you never caught him. That he was in your clasp and you let him slip away. I must say that I owe part to you that they call me the "greatest serial killer" who ever lived. A term I longed for; but always hated. The term serial killer does not fit me at all. The first word that bothers me is killer. I am not a killer; I am a murderer. The distinction may seem unnoticeable to you sergeant but to me it is gaping. Hitler, Stalin, Julius Caesar, Cortez, yes of coarse Cortez, they are killers. They just mindlessly slaughter as many people as possible for the benefit of their people or their country. Ted Bundy, Jeffry Dahmer, John Wayne Gacy and Jack the Ripper, these people are murderers. We do not seek death for others; we seek death for us. You kill an ant colony to better yourself and the people around you. You murder a cat, dog or human being to satisfy some urge bottled up inside you that only the rage and brutality of a word like murder or rape gives you. And as for serial, it means repeated or sequential. This is where I separate my self from my colleagues.

Not one of the murders I have committed has ever been the same. Possibly some very

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