A Jekyll and Hyde Story/Roleplay

Part 13

A: Keza was sitting back in her chair, a look of shock written over her face. The entire debacle had confused and startled her, and now she sat, blinking slowly as she processed everything. 'The green one? Jekyll? They've killed? What?' her mind was in a flurry, and she looked at him silently for a long moment, her eyes flicking briefly to the green vial on the mantle once. "You... Do you imagine that you'll scare me off so easily?" she asked, after thinking a long while. "My father killed before me, before he devised a way to restrain himself. You are not frightening me off, I have too much at steak."

B: Oh, ha-hah, I am not trying to scare you my dear, and I promise you I could easily fight YOU off if i liked", *he scoffed, putting particular emphasis and disgust on 'you' as he spoke. He looked her up and down once. Smirked. He purposely didn't saying anything more about this apparent murder that he mentioned. Hyde remained out of his seat now, he didn't seem to plan on sitting back down again*, "yes, well, you see, there's a clear difference in killing because you cannot help it - your father I suppose? - and killing because you WANT to", *he stated. Of course, this sentence was loaded with meaning, but he said it in such a way that it merely was just a statement - especially as he hadn't added more to his apparent murder*, "someone like your father or hmm, you, find it irresistible! Needing to feel bones crack between your paws, seeing people's faces and wanting to smash them! Hearing the screams and then biting them, maybe letting them go to become some unearthly thing like you! Or eat them. Or play with them like a cat does to a poor mouse, at least someone else has meaning behind their killings!" *He suddenly broke into a violent outburst. The entire speech was in a horrible gritty tone, his eyes turned more beady and stern than ever previously, staring right into Keza's pupils. His face turned a pale sickly pink as he spoke, gestures from his hands flying about the place. When he'd finished, he released a cackle. Inside, Jekyll, if he could, was utterly distraught. He couldn't do anything. Maybe that was the good thing about having people with him when he was a young man: there was always someone there to stop Hyde...*

 A: Keza's eyes were dark, swirling with emotions that were not clearly defined as she crossed her arms over her chest. Her face remained blank for most of Hyde's speech, though at the beginning she was a bit surprised. She sat staring at him for several long moments, before she sighed, a small smile crossing her face. Despite her discomfort and the feeling of her skin crawling she let a small laugh fall from her lips. "I suppose you're right in a way, Hyde." She pointed out, standing and walking calmly around the table, still staying far away from him. "There is quite a difference between wanting to kill for the tang of blood on your tongue. To watch someone run just to catch and bite them like I do at night, when the moon is full. And killing for reasons, though yours are still clouded and confusing. I wonder why you would want to kill anyone, other than for the rush of doing it. Not so different from my beast now, are you." She kept her eyes on him, watching him closely

B: "I think there's more to it than that, but you wouldn't understand - just as I wouldn't ever understand your ''beast'' fully unless I were you. This conversation could become rather meaningful, but I don't care for that", *he noticed full well that her eyes were swirling with emotions. It was difficult to hide true emotions. Very hard. But easy if you didn't feel them in particular*, "You are a devil", *he stated in a growl, his face turning to a ghastly frown*, "to be quite honest, I find it rather astounding. You. Astounding. Staying so far away from me, yet you are a free for all information package on werewolves. You are more peculiar than I, and that is saying something. Is it? Hm", *he began questioning himself*, "you remain what someone may say at a respectable distance, but you are more than that, you dare not come closer, or maybe you keep telling yourself it's okay, but*, "he gritted his teeth*, "is it really? I don't know, I don't even know what I'm talking about anymore", *he was like a mad man out of an asylum or something. He cackled again. He was totally crazed. He spun around on the spot, then faced her again, locking eyes with her once more*...