A Jekyll and Hyde Story/Roleplay

Part 10

B: "Well, I shall have a look anyway, but for now, do you need to go?" *He asked. He really did hope that she'd be okay - as far as the word 'okay' goes in situations like this. It was fortunate however that they'd found each other, he just hoped they could both help each other - at least a little bit. Robert rubbed his hands together quickly, trying to generate warmth*, "and before you think about giving me those gloves back, you need them more than me. Have them for the morning, they'll help. Assuming you remember where my home is found, you may come as early as you like".

A: "Yes, sadly I do need to get going so I can be ready for the moon to come out." Keza looked up at the sky and stretched her arms up above her head. It would be another long night, and then she would have to sleep a little in the morning before she got up for the day. She laughed when he chided at her not to return his gloves, as she had been planning on it just moments before he spoke. "I shall borrow them for now, but I am returning them when I can get some of my own. I do remember the way to your home, and I'll come as soon as I wake tomorrow. That might be a little late, I haven't slept since the day before yesterday."

B: "No problem, well," *he paused and gathered all the thought and consideration he could into his next few words that was possible*, "stay safe and take care" *he beamed a great friendly smile, nodded and tipped his hat (forgot to mention he has his hat/top hat on) before hesitantly turning around. His plan was to go straight to the library and see what he could find, then go back home. As began to stride away, his back to her now, he reflected on the day: it'd been quite success, even though anyone could argue that they were but friends - if one could deem them friends at all. He was happy with what he could offer, even if that was just friendship and support. But still there w as that burning inside his brain of [really? A werewolf? It is something you find from a novel Robert!] All the way to the library, this bounced about his head and he kept coming back to the same excuse:* [yes, but you saw all those things all those years ago! A man who apparently saw the future, huge bugs which fed on organs then caused the host to dry to a husk! And yourself! Anymore so and your body would split into two people!] *He dusted the thoughts off for a while as he came to the library. He entered willingly: it was warm inside, colourful compared to the world outside - even though many books were grey or black or darker colours. Some were expensively made, so their covers were a perfect cranberry red, or completed with a ribbon or some were even golden plated and decorated nicely. Those, however, you usually had to pay for. Assuming asking for books on werewolves or mythology would be odd - especially if someone recognized him - he sought the books himself. He decided, first to search in the mythology section, before moving onto the fiction novels*.

A: Keza smiled and waved him off. "You be careful as well, I'll see you tommorow." she watched him for a moment, as he walked away, before turning and making her way home. She felt lighter today, though it would be a worse night. She had more hope now than she had ever even dreamed of before. Robert would help her, was going out of his way to help her now even. She thought of all the things that may help the both of them with their endeavors as she, like the night before, chained herself in. The metal was cold against her skin, but she knew it wouldn't be for long. She still had awhile to wait though, and she sat with her back to the wall, waiting for her curse to begin.

B: *Robert sat down with two books: 'Monster Among Us' and 'Secret Monsters Live All Around'. He opened the first one, 'Monsters Among Us' and flicked straight to the index, hoping to see something on Lycanthropy. There wasn't, not even the wold 'wolf' or 'werewolf' or anything of wild dogs or wolf like beasts (etc). He turned to the next book, 'Secret Monsters Live All Around'. Again, he flicked to the back and looked for Lycanthropy or something like that. Nothing at all. He opened both at the same time, again looking in the index, looked for 'Wolfsbane'. Nothing again. He placed them back on their correct shelves. He decided to try another section of mythology. Greek mythology and more fiction mythology. He came back to the same seat with 'Monstrous Animals', 'Demon People' and 'What is that? ~ The Supernautal'. He echoed his search on each book, and he found something in all of them. In 'Demon People' he found various illustrations of werewolves, wolf like people and the legendary 'Beast of Gevaudan' (its an actual thing). In the other books, he found a little on their anatomy and how one could get turned into a werewolf which he decided to read upon after, because finally,he found the wolfsbane potion and some rather obscure looking so called 'cures' which couldn't be true. But then he read one line. Just one. One line that even though he didn't know Keza very well, seemed to throw him: 'The Wolfsbane potion - although a great relief to the human baring the curse - does not cure Lycanthropy'. Robert was shocked. Keza believed it would. He read on. 'For it, instead, allows the barer of the curse to keep their human mind. This, therefore, means they may curl up and sleep the night away, instead of losing their mind to the wild, chaotic, savage ambitions of the werewolf: to kill, to rip, to crush, to bite and turn others or to even hurt their human victim'. Robert, all of a sudden, felt rather distraught. He decided to take these books out with him and borrow them for a week or so, but as he came to the door, he thought [is there anything on my condition?] But how could there be? Of course, there would be some vague idea of the genuine medical condition of split personalities, but his grandfather, Henry Jekyll was one of a kind; for he had tried to physically split the two sides from each other, giving Robert his physical changes as well as his mental personality changes. [Maybe, though, it'd be helpful to see what others have written about split personalities - at least?] He thought. So, he quickly went for the psychology section and flicked through a couple books. By the end of his adventure, he had five books to take home. He was given a large, study paper bag and off he went into the stone cold darkness*.

A: It wasn't that long before Keza felt the changes overcoming her. Her nails elongating and digging into the metal of the floor as she writhed in pain. Bones popped and shifted, moving around in an unnatural way. Her skin seemed to darken with the hair that was sprouting up out of it, and her eyes turned yellow and angry. A muzzle pushed its way out of her face, filling with sharp teeth that were eager for blood. The chains pulled taut, and she growled out in rage. Howling as she pulled and fought against the thick restraints. The beast eventually relaxed, pacing back and forth like the caged animal she was. Howls pierced the night as they had the day before, though more frequent and angry. Anyone passing by would be sniffed out and cause the caravan to shake with her efforts to escape.

B: *Walking back, Robert heard a faint shriek. His pace slowed as he realized who it was... A lump formed in his throat: for unless she was shrieking and howling purposely, that was definitely the beast from the books that he could hear. His pace quickened again, he slipped between the houses and onto his street at last, light from an over hanging street lamp cast its stained yellow light onto his shoulders. Then, he heard someone passing by as he unlocked the door:* "I cannot believe someone would kill someone like that. It is like Jack the Ripper again. The indents in the gentleman's neck were just unholy! A man of that strength, someone who can squeeze another man's throat until it stopped the man dead, much be so...hellish", *they said as they passed slowly; Robert's hands began to shake, the key scraping the lock badly*, "Indeed good sir. For I took a look at the body further. I found more. One of the gentleman's legs seemed twisted in an awkward fashion - maybe the sign of a struggle but I'm not inspector! - and I caught wind that the man's foot was broken, not by falling over, but someone yelled 'What if the killer's strength simply pulled the bones apart from each other and snapped them like so?' and I have to say, as mad as it sounds, a man who can suffocate someone like that may have been able to separate two bones and break them just with a tug!" *they spoke*, "I do not wish to meet this man!" *the other added* "Neither do I, if i did i'd put a bloody bullet in the man's head! I'm sure my pistol is under my bed somewhere in fact..." *as they walked away, Robert practically fell into his home, slamming the door behind him. The bag of books fell, the books spilled out onto the floor just inside the door. A horrific warm wave thundered through his body, cold sweat on his palms. He breathed quickly. That was it. He clung onto the door frame to get up, tearing off his coat at the same time. The coat collapsed onto the floor a meter or so away from the books. Jekyll felt his mind changing: pieces of his mind falling away again into sink holes, new parts rising, full of dirt and rot and smell and bad intentions. Veins on his arms seemed to intensify and a throbbing became superior over his whole body; muscles became weak just like a panic attack. He went to dig his nails into his palm to try to stop it, but as his nails penetrated the skin of his palms, it was one split second, he was gone. Someone else rose up from the dead body of Jekyll's coat. He stumbled, features stern, black, eyebrows stitched together, eyes beady, all sense of softness burnt away. Still, the body ached, it was like an ever present thing they both has to endure, to remind them of their other half. It was Hyde who staggered into the living room area, flames of the fire roaring, the mirror staring back at him intensely as though to say 'GET OUT!' Hyde, like a bull, simply threw himself at the great mirror, glass becoming embedded in his scalp, cheeks and neck. The shards, coins on a tiled floor, clattered to the ground. Warning: Hyde is hither*.

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