A Jekyll and Hyde Story/Roleplay

Part 11

A: The beast growled and snarled, pacing for quite awhile before sitting back on her haunches. She was tired tonight, but instincts told her to escape, find people, to feast on them until she could hold no more and then bite anyone she could. She wanted, no NEEDED to get out into the air and feel the wind whipping through her fur. Broken thoughts plagued her mind, sending a whine through her throat. 'Hungry. Food, want food. Want hunt. Smell! What's that smell?' Her nose twitched and she dragged herself close to the window, peeking out barely to see two policemen checking out her caravan. She growled lowly, snapping and whining at them. 

"It's a dog, I told you it would be!" One of them laughed, pointing into the window. "Must have been left in here all tied up to protect the dingy thing." The other simply sighed and shook his head, ready to write his report and leave.

B: *Hyde spend some furiously angry seconds pulling glass pieces from his scalp. Then, he began stamping upon the floorboard below him which was smothered in large pieces of dead glass - in a child like manor, like one having a tantrum. The glass pieces pinged from beneath his shoes, others became embedded in the wooden floorboard and in the beneath of his shoes. He spun around, eyebrows firmly stitched together and forehead creased in an intense frown, listened. Sniffed - cracking his knuckles as he did*, "A young woman", *he scoffed to himself. His eyes narrows and then opened widely. Then, without warning he stamped his foot heavily and stormed forward towards the chair she'd sat on today. He began, literally, clawing at it, like a dog does when it is digging a hole. Then, he shoved himself against it, but fell clumsily down to the ground, finding himself slouched against the chair. His face twisted in annoyance. [The books!] Quickly, he sprung up from the floor and charged heavily foot-idly towards the five books which were on the floor*, "Monsters, Supernatural" *he observed the books, tilting his neck round to read the upside down texts*, "What are you doing you maniac!" *He scoffed. He proceeded to feel the urge to grasp a hold of each book and rip the pages from the spines then toss them onto the ever burning fire behind him, but one small part of his mind seemed to fall away as his ghastly, blue-pale white hand went to grab a book. His eyes twitched a little.* "AGH!" *Suddenly, a part of him didn't want to tear up the books, but he did want to! He wanted to take each one and feel the binding of the book slowly separate from the spine of the book, he wanted to hear each page edge gradually come away from the book as he tore it in half. He wanted to squeeze pages in his hand into tiny balls of unimportant rubbish, hear it be engulfed by the fire, hear the fire grasp each page in his red hand and crackle with satisfaction just like he'd cackle with satisfaction. But no. Jekyll wouldn't let him. This, though, made him more furious. He slashed away the books, launched himself at the door but missed the handle*, "I KILLED THE MAN!! YOU KILLED A MAN! MURDERER!" *He shrieked! Jekyll seemed to let go as soon as he said it. Hyde grabbed the door handle, thrust it downwards and felt the freezing cold on his face once more. He breathed it in. The smoke of the Industrial Revolution, the fog of the night, the freshness of the forming frost. It seemed to calm him. The idea of freedom was beautiful to him. [Tonight] he thought [shall be a night of torture my dear other half]. He slouched down until he was seated on the step to the door.* "You're a murderer Jekyll. You are. You tell yourself you do not remember it but you do. Think. I remember it all so you do to", *he whispered in a raspy voice*, "didn't you feel it? My fingers, my spindly fingers grasping around the leg? After tripping him, tearing at his leg, yanking it so hard that the shattering of bone echoed in your ear? It was the knee joint. I remember it. It wasn't the man's foot, stupid people! I heard it, 'POP!' as it came out, then CRACK! as i pulled it more, that's when he fell over. Then, you definitely remember this bit? The squeezing of the man's neck. Yes? My great fingers upon his neck! Harder, harder, pressure, pressure! Bugger! The man, the man died on me. Bugger! I don't know why i did that. It felt so great. Literally squeezing the life out of a man. Hah! Maybe that is what happens when you are cooped up for three years, not even a peep from me, not even in a nightmare or when you had a slightly dull day. Three years...", *a tear actually seemed to be forming at his eye. It was desire, liquid desire. It was a curse for Hyde too: that ache in his muscles was the weight of Jekyll. If Henry had been successful of splitting them, he'd be truly free... like the Devil. Not that anyone considers it, but what if the Devil doesn't want to be in a burning pit for ever? Hyde certainly didn't want to be in a soft pit of Doctor Jekyll for ever.* "I enjoyed every bit of squeezing that man's throat!" *Hyde sat on the step for some hours, only migrating inside around 8am when the frost began its slow time in thawing*.  

A: Keza woke in the morning, hours after the policemen left a note on her door chastizing her for her 'wild dog' disturbing the peace. She shook and shivered at the cold of the chains and floor as she stood up, grabbing the key from its place and unlocking herself quickly. She shoved wood and kindling into the small stove and warmed herself in the small radius of heat. She was happy that she had fallen asleep before changing back, though it still felt as though she hadn't slept much. She pulled her clothes on quickly, sitting at her pull out table and relaxing for a few minutes. After she sat for a bit she made herself a mug of coffee, sipping it as she gathered her things for the day. Today she decided to bring a small bag, putting her notebook and half translated copy of it in, as well as her pens and some spare paper. As soon as she got everything together and finished her coffee she set out, Robert's gloves keeping her hands warm as she made her way to his home. Once there she knocked, humming an old tune while waiting.

B: *The exhausted body of Jekyll and Hyde hadn't been allowed to sleep all nigh, and considering Robert had had minimal sleep the night before, too, the body looked pretty awful. Even Hyde - with his slightly enhanced healing and senses - was looking quite awful, although for him, all it meant was that he looked more sinister and menacing. His eyes, although not blood shot as such, were a little pink, dark underneath and as though the body had the flu or something. Compared to the younger Hyde when Robert was maybe early 20's, this Hyde looked rather horrific. He was seated on the chair opposite to Robert's watching the dust drift about the still room, until the repeated sound of a fist hitting the front door rudely interrupted his trail of thought. His eyes suddenly flared with life, as did his nostrils. He placed his veined, blue-white hands upon the arms of the chair and pushed himself up. Maybe it was just because of his sinister nature, but the man - if you could describe him as a man at all - seemed taller than Jekyll. The creature trundled over to the door, stepping over the books from the library which were still sprawled out just a foot away from the door on the floor. His long fingered hands wrapped round the door handle and pulled it down. the early shadows of the morning cast upon his face, which gave him (he felt) the feeling of a better entrance to this lady who found herself unknowingly staring at Hyde and not Jekyll.* "Morning", *he tried to imitate Robert's voice, then swiftly turned around and paced back into the room, the door open to allow her inside, and stood with his back to her as she entered. One could say this was a game to him*.

A: When he opened the door and turned so swiftly it surprised her, and Keza was taken aback for a moment or two before she gathered her senses enough to walk inside after him and close the door. He seemed... Off, to her, but her mind made instant excuses. 'He must have been studying all night and is tired. Look at all the books all over, their titles pertain to you.' she did indeed notice that the books scattered on the floor were all about the supernatural, though she was confused as to why they were all on the floor. Had he learned something that was, dare she say, incriminating somehow? Or perhaps that the cure she had wouldn't work anyway? Her mind swirled with all the bad possibilities. She had to takes deep breath before she could speak properly to him. "Good morning Robert. I, uh, hope your night was better than mine."

B:  "One could argue that he had a rather tough night, and still is having a tough time, but I'd say: Yes, thank you, I had a great night!" *He turned around, his almost corpse like physique - although seemingly powerful and strong looking - presented someone of great horrific-ness. His eyes burrowed into Keza. He tilted his head very slowly as he glared right at her*, "how was your night - WEREWOLF?" *he hissed taking a step forward towards her, putting emphasis on the word 'werewolf'. It wasn't that he shared the same body, experiences and mind as Robert, but he could smell it. The smell of enhanced wild instincts, anxiety and the same desire to cause chaos as he had. Also, with his eyes like Sherlock, he could see remnants of hair, fur maybe, and other tiny features which told him she wasn't of the norm*

A: Keza instantly took a few steps backwards, almost every instinct telling her to run. She knew that this was Hyde, and that fact sent fear spiking through her. It took her a few seconds to compose herself, and after a deep breath she could think thoughts more complex than 'run' again. "My night," She said after several moments of calming herself, "Was as difficult as expected, and it seems my day cannot be any better. I suppose I'll have to go home and wait for Dr. Jekyll to return." She pulled her bag higher on her shoulder, her mind full of contradictory thoughts. She wanted to run away from him, and had to work to suppress that urge. He would most likely catch her, and from other's descriptions of him, she would rather not deal with that. She would have to use her wits, and hope that it wouldn't be too hard to leave.