Jack the Ripper: The Awakening

Abigail looked around the graveyard. Her great great great grandmother had wrote in a diary she had found in the attic that Richard Miller, was the real Ripper. So she came to the honored cemetary to find the man. She found the diary at a very young age, 4, and looked it up. Growing up scared of the Ripper she she actualy looked at him as sort of a hero in her pre-teen years and found him sexy in her teen years as a goth. Now 23 she was still extremely atracted to the idea of the Ripper and she would still masterbate to him sometimes, but she wasn’t a goth anymore. Baring a striking resemblance to her great grandmother she finally found the grave.
She felt the need to come to this graveyard at night for some reason. She saw the name and suddenly felt horney. She looked around the empty graveyard as she started to rub her pussy through her sweat pants. Her favorite pants because every pair of jeans she wore made her ass look like skin tight jeans. She bit her bottom lip moaning slightly as her panties starting soaking in her fluids. Her nipples became hard and needed to be sqeezed and just like her great grandmother her breasts were double D. Her Shapley thighs quivered in the cool night air.
The almost skeletal body awoke.
“Tanya Smith” it said, it’s voice nearly demonic. He suddenly heard a strange ringing noise.
Abigail answered her cell phone, “Abbey Smith.” she answered startled.
The Ripper smelled the air,
“A direct desendent then.” he said with a smile, “My revenge will be on her legacy then.” he said as he hit the boards, breaking through them in a single hit, flesh starting to reform around his bones very slightly. The only thing that reformed completely was the one thing he was most prideful in, his 10 inch penis. He started crawling through the dirt, digging his way out. He emerged from the ground to the foggy fresh air. He saw Abigail walking away, at least 20 years away. He looked around seeing the new reformed city. The lights bright.
“A brave new world I see.” He said “I shall have to learn.”
True evil would never die due to a single bullet, he had just been sleeping.
But now he had awoken. Now the world would feel his vengance.
History would call the monster many things. A bed time monster, the whitecapel killer, the first real serial killer, he was all these things, but the one thing everyone would know by is,
Jack the Ripper.

He never had to stalk a victim for long, but he saw this was a new age, a precise one. Everything about this age he had entered cried perfection, or at least an attempted perfection. 
The roads, transportation, everything was… new.
Many of the buildings were still standing from his time plus some added. He kept to the shadows, he knew them best. In the alleyways he had always confided.
The artficial lights took him back some. Guns looked… Different. More metal. Carriages were faster stronger, no horses ran them. 
This was a science fiction book as he’s ever even heard of.

The cops were quite easy to spot, easier then in his time.
He patted a his breast pocket that had thankfully not rotted away.
His coin purse was still there, his favorite coin purse he had on him always. Except at night for obvious reasons. He pulled it from his breast pocket, the threads of the rotting suit tearing as he pulled gently.
He opened the coin purse. 
Gold.
He never did like pounds, gold never changed however.
He walked into a store keeping his grotesquely decayed face concealed. He grabbed a satin blue tunic that covered his face, white puffy gloves, a comfortable suit, then dress shoes. He also saw a cane which fit his liking. He put on the attire and started walking from the store as the salesmen stood up to stop him.
He was stopped catching a gold coin. 
“Keep it.” the Rippers deep gurtal voice said.

He stopped in the middle of the abandoned street as a large metal circle rose from the ground. He took a step back with a curious glance.
A man in need of a shave rose with a yellow shiney helmet and a lime green coat.
The man looked over, jumping at the sight.
“Oiy, prick! You gave me a fright ya cunt!
“Where does that hole lead?”
He asked,
“Watcha stupid? Sewers, it’s a manhole, now bugger off, ya face is freakin’ me out.” 
“How far do these sewers go?” he asked,
“Are you fackin’ stupid?