A Jekyll and Hyde Story/Roleplay

Part 14

A: Keza frowned with distaste at his outburst, the childishness causing her to roll her eyes. She looked away from him, not wanting to award him with attention. As her eyes wandered away from him she spotted the box, moving toward it slightly as he looked away from her. "Well, it isn't exactly my fault that you're bored. I'm more than interesting enough." She told him, drawing near the box. This might be her opportunity to bring Jekyll back. She spotted the one filled with the least amount of green liquid and decided on that one.

B: *Hyde heard her feet cause the broken glass of the mirror from last night, crunch beneath her feet. His eyes hardened and fists balled once again; slowly he turned around*, "don't you dare", *he scowled at her more intensely than he had done previously, pointing with his spindly finger at her, then moved it slowly to the box from MIO. He knew *exactly* what it was. Although he may have appeared child-like just now, as turned round with such irritation. His eyes darted straight to the box which she had opened and laid her fingers upon now, the eyes of the creature-like man seemed to be glued on the little tiny bottles of each chemical. It was like a deer spotting a lion, its eyes completely fixed upon it, muscles primed and ready to jerk into action when needed. Hyde froze. He hadn't surfaced for months upon months upon months. Even he needed to get out once in a while. And having him cooped up for that long was the cause of all this in the first place!* "I haven't feasted my eyes upon this world for months upon months, and you want to take that away from me! - Werewolf! Dirty, half-breed, flee-bitten, wretched, unwanted, cursed being!! You're a disease! At least I'm a person! At least I'm of human decent! Not an animal! Like you! WEREWOLF!" *He yelled, throwing insults at her, his face growing red, veins popping out of his head. He looked like any moment he would make an attempt to dart towards her. Just then, he had an idea: to tell her that [she will never know how fantastic it was to take that man's life the other night if she changes me back] but then he thought: [but if I do not tell her, she'll have to hear it, instead, from a shaking, withered Jekyll! How fun will that be!]* "You should yourself with it - the dirty soot coloured one would do you good, you rat!" *he cackled, his aim now to simply pull her apart and upset her. It was hilarious to him! [She won't do it] he thought, [she's too frail and withered the rat] he turned around to face a low, almost, bedside table like table. It had a vase on it, empty. His thought: to throw it at her. His violent needs were coming through. Quickly thinking about his choices, he finally lunged towards the vase in one swift move...but what was Keza to do?*

A: Keza had frozen when he snapped at her, her fingers delicately wrapped around the small glass vial and the butt of the gun which would fire it. Her eyes darted up to meet his, wide and startled at the sudden intrusion to her line of thoughts and actions. Fury was apparent in his body language and his face, it almost caused her to drop the potion and gun altogether, but she managed to grip them both. His insults and anger bursting out like a pot of oil boiling over onto the stove, and she the first time cook, afraid and inexperienced. It stung, every word he flung at her was hitting her hard, but she refused to let it show and give him the satisfaction. She was tense, ready to run if he so much as took a step out of his place. Her eyes fell, momentarily, on the pitch coloured vial, dirty looking and, she assumed, deadly. When her sight fell back on him he was eyeing a vase, mind obviously working. She took the split second chance to load the vial into the gun, raising it quickly and firing as he flung the vase at her head.

B: *He's grabbed the vase, spun around on the spot and had wheeled his arm back, ready the throw the vase straight at her. He did so. The vase left his grasp, just as the sound of a small a vial shooting out of the gun sounded. Although it was but a second, he immediately felt the dreadfulness again. As it left his grasp, his throw seemed to slip away from from as dismay filled him. The vase fell to t he floor as the small container or the dingy green liquid soared through the air. It wasn't something he could dodge. As the vase came into contact with the floor, the pressure of hitting the hard floorboard ground caused fractures to occur in the glass; meanwhile, the needle-tipped vial hit his chest, the needle burrowed into his flesh and triggered the toxic liquid to begin pouring out and into his bloodstream. The vase's faults widened, the glass weakened. The base of the vase began to crumble against the floor; it all seemed to take place in slow motion for poo Hyde; he grasped his hands around the capsule containing the chemical, attempted to pull it out, but his mind began to crumble. Mental barriers were put in place, just as his muscles began to weaken to the point of collapse. The vase began to split and smaller fragments bounced outwards from the impact point, making their screaming, almost coin-like sound as the newly born shards bounced apart and hit the floor again. Hyde stood there. The vase became a wreck on the floor, the glass settling. His eyes darted about, the hair on his arms slowly retracted into the skin. He took a clumsy step forward, glass crunching beneath his heavy footfall. Knees weakening, mind collapsing, shards of his mind falling away. Then, finally, he clattered to the ground; the small capsule now empty, as he hit the ground it - chest first - the large needle was forced into his chest, proving a new problem for Jekyll. His e yes rolled back into his head, glass crunching as he fell on it. Then stillness. Silence..*

A:  Keza had covered her head with both arms, and slowly peeked out as she heard his body hit the floor. She looked up, worry filling her when she saw that he had fallen forward instead of back. After a moment she moved a little ways towards him, cautiously. A foot away from him she paused, looking over him. "Are-are you alright?" she asked, gently nudged him, pushing at his arm. The terrifying thought that she may have badly hurt him raced through her mind as she sat on her knees near him.

B: *Keza nudged him a few times, but he didn't move. He was out of it for a maybe a solid few minutes. Then, his breathing changed, his fingers stretched out. Slowly, he drifted back. He felt very dizzy, and disorientated. It wasn't that he'd forgotten what Hyde had brought, it was simply that he hadn't seen Hyde for a *long* time, so it was all rather chaotic. His eyes open and closed slowly quite a few times, like when you're really tired and your eyes insist on shutting but you tell yourself you must keep them open. It would take another few minutes for the memories of last night and this morning, everything he'd said to Keza, to come back to him. It had been maybe over five minutes now - of him stirring awkwardly on the floor, glass crunching beneath him as he moved every so slightly; he finally took a glance at Keza, and it was then that the memories simply flooded back. [Werewolf - Were - you rat! - wolf - half-breed - Jekyll's a murderer! - dirty, at least I'm of human decent - WEREWOLF - ''if I find the attacker who killed that man I shall shoot them myself!''] Robert began to panic rather servery. Then, he felt the pain in his chest as well as his palms. His hands were cut badly from falling on the glass, and the long needle from the gun had snapped on impact when Hyde had fallen, creating a tear in his shirt and a large cut in his chest. He brought his hands closer to him and attempted to push himself up. His body felt like odd, like when you have the flu, that horrible fuzzy feeling, hot feeling in your head, weakness and tiredness. He blinked quickly, then, finally, sat up. His face was pale, cold sweat erupting from his forehead, his hair a mess. The man slouched awkwardly against the wall. His features seemed soft - not kind soft, more like breakable soft. Once again, his eyes closed slowly, then re-opened. There were no words in his mouth at all. The only thing that he could hear were the voices of Hyde, the man saying he'd shoot him if he found out it was him- then, he realized [Keza knows Hyde has killed someone. Does she know? He wasn't exactly very clear to her. She's going to ask!] His head slowly looked about the room: the mirror in pieces on the floor, the vase in large chunks on the floor too. He remembered attempting to throw the vase at her: but to his relief, instead, it had clattered to the ground; but the room was a mess....just like him*.

A: Keza sat by his side, worry in her eyes. 'He's breathing, and that means he's alright, right?' She desperately wanted to do something, wake him up some how, but he started to stir and she felt a wash of relief flow over her. It still seemed like hours before he started to move, she leaned forward, offering her help silently if he might need it. He had a look in his eyes when he spotted her, and she drew back ever so slightly. He was covered in drops of blood from the glass beneath them and the large cut on his chest from where she had shot him with the needle. She felt bad that she had hurt him, and bit her lip in thought. Would she need to take him to a doctor? How to explain his injuries away? And he looked so terrible, all pale and clammy. 'He looks like he's sick, and no wonder. You shot him! There is his blood all over the floor and all over him. Do something!' Keza thought hard, back on any knowledge she might have of helping someone with an injury. "Wait right here, Robert. Don't move." She commanded, standing and dashing off, returning in a few minutes with a bowl of warm water and a clean rag. She knew she would have to get the glass out and the needle too if it was still in his skin.