A Jekyll and Hyde Story/Roleplay

Part 15

B: *For the entire time she was gone for a rag and water, his mind was exploding with thoughts and the echo of Hyde's voice, once again, was bouncing off the insides of his skull. It was only when she came back that his partial attention was drawn to the present action in front of him: Keza with the rag. He blinked a few then gazed at her. Like anyone who'd harmed someone, his only instinct was to apologize, but he'd been *so* horrible. [It wasn't you, it wasn't you] he kept telling himself brutally in his head, but he couldn't stand for it. As she knelt down before him, he began breathing heavily. His head went all hot and felt like it was set to explode, then tears began to form a reservoir behind the tiny barrier of his eye lashes. That was it. Finally, the damn broke, the tears fell, his breathing grew heavy as he let out a frustrated, powerful sigh, which morphed into a growl of pure frustration! His head bowed down, met his hands and he covered his face, curls of hair dangling down too. It had finally gotten to him: the whole idea of murdering someone. Whether it was him or Hyde, they were arguably the same person. [No, it was Hyde!!] He bellowed at himself in his head. But he couldn't help telling himself it was his own fault. He'd been successful at keeping Hyde away for a *long* time, and only one night, a normal night, he'd gotten out and taken to killing someone. Dismay, disappointment, horror, guilt. Palms sweaty, body feeling like it was all broken; in addition, he then began to feel the stinging of where the glass shards had made their incisions into his skin, then the throbbing of where the large needle had been forced into him and snapped - now lay before them on the floor among all the remains of the vase. His head rose from his heads, a sweat of tears on his face and palms. He looked down awkwardly at his chest, little spots of blood scattered about his shirt, and then a large patch and a small rip where the needle had snapped. But he wasn't sure if there was any left in there. He still couldn't find the force to talk, however. Simply, his eyes just gazed at her. He felt so ashamed of himself....*

A: "Robert? Oh please don't cry!" Keza sat back, a frown on her face as she set the bowl down on the ground next to her. She rested her hand lightly on his shoulder, aiming to comfort the distressed man. Her fingers trembled ever so slightly, but she kept herself firm. "We'll get you patched up in no time, and then you'll feel much better. And I'll help you clean up before I go, so that you don't hurt yourself again." She looked at him with a cautious but soft look, hoping that he would calm and let her help him. Hyde's words were out of her mind for the moment, kept away by the sight of Jekyll so hurt.

B:*Roberts gaze met hers. He felt tears welling up in his eyes still*, "Usually I wouldn't be in this awful state", *he began, his voice trembling badly*, "I was the once who committed the murder the other night", *he told her, his face sort of like a St Bernard dog - as though it was permanently sad. He shook his head, ashamed, and looked at the floor. He felt the smallest bit better for telling her, but now expected her to be somewhat horrified. [It would be foolish of her to brush this off like it were nothing] he thought to himself. Luckily, for now, Hyde couldn't re-appear, for the capsule and its chemical would keep him away maybe for some hours now. Only if his life were to be threatened or if he was to become insanely distraught then Hyde would come again. But for now, the chemical acted as a barrier between Jekyll and Hyde. Jekyll gritted his teeth, his muscles tensed up in the wait to see what she'd say.*

A: Keza looked him in his eye for a second, a deep sadness in her own dark eyes, before avoiding his face altogether. She kept her sight locked on his injuries. "So I've heard, from a certain brute. But you're hurt, and I can help that. I cannot help an already dead man." her words were a bit forced, like she wanted to say something different, or more. She grabbed the rag and rung it out, then moved to wipe his largest wound, the gash along his chest from the needle. She wiped away the blood around it first, before moving to gently dab at the cut, searching for any left over pieces of needle. She forced her mind to only think of the task at hand, and seemed totally engrossed in it. She would wait until later to think of what he had confessed. Of how Hyde wasn't just trying to get a rise out of her. Her heart still sat heavy in her chest and a lump was stuck in her throat, uncomfortable and slightly painful.

B: *Jekyll allowed her to dab at his cut - even though it was healing abnormally fast, within some minutes it would begin to heal over into yet another scar. He could sense her anxiety around him. If it were a physical thing, it would been steaming off her by now*, "Look, if you have things which are not considered nice to say about it, say them. I was rotten to you, I may as well be deemed the title of the Devil. Please, no not dab at my wound, for your wounds are greater: emotional wounds I have caused you, something which I am totally not proud of. A physical wound is easier to help, emotional ones?" *He shook his head, then placed it into his hands yet again.* "It isn't a normal thing for a man to say, but I fear what you might do now, I do not wish you to get violent with me for what I did the other night... even though I deserve it", *Robert was distraught. Part of him wished her away, to live her life by her self, he believed he wasn't good enough, too horrible, a waste of time. He brought his head up from his hands again and looked straight into the black abyss of her pupils, just like Hyde had done. The chocolate coloured irises of his eyes were fixated on hers; if they could, they would have melted; pleading so hard, but just like his condition, split with something else: desperation, but not the pleading kind: the kind of desperate which is creates through the occurrence of something bad. He'd been so horrible to her, he was desperate for her to drop the rag and simply leave. It was exactly this which caused many to leave him in his youth years*, "I thank you for this, I really, really do, from the bottom of my polluted heart, but I am dangerous, all of the time, that - that 'brute' of a man, if he's a man at all, could come back at any time, he could come back in a few days and create this all again," *he couldn't help but drone on about things, he just wanted it to stop.*

A: "Robert." Keza sighed, setting the rag in the water, tinging it pink with the blood that had come from his chest so far. The tendrils of red swirled into the clear water, and her eyes got caught on that for just a second before she looked up to him, into his eyes. "Everything you have said, has already been said to me before. You could not imagine an insult that has not already been burned into my mind by others. You're outburst was no worse than any other person's toward me, and the only impressive thing was that you changed. That was more than facinating, though it would have been better observed from afar." She took a moment to take a deep breath. "I am upset, who wouldn't be? But I know that it wasn't exactly your fault that he appeared and acted that way. If it wasn't for the moon I might have let him stay around for awhile longer, but I don't have time to babysit him tonight." She sat back a bit, shaking her head. "I have to leave soon, but tonight is my last night. I can return tommorow with no fear of night time."

B: "Well, believe it or not, he's actually helped people in the past, it is only because he hasn't made an appearance for a long while that he probably acted that way... which I'm sure he told you many times over?" *Robert sighed. He then took a glance to the books which he'd brought back the night before*, "I shall read through these and make notes; that'll be relaxing and productive and most likely interesting too! I actually took a book or two which may suggest things for my... troubles too - since you found my change fascinating, you said, maybe you could take a glance at it at some point, but I'll understand if you do not, or even more so, don't want to come back after tonight", *he spoke a little more solidly now (like not with a sigh or a low, upset voice if u get what i mean) and had shuffled about a bit and was sitting more properly against the wall, looking as though he was ready to get up. He didn't like feeling weak and put down, then again, who did? Looking out the window, the atmosphere had darkened, the clouds were a dodgy grey and there were signs of snowflakes drifting down from the sky above. Some of them were rather large, in fact, and the trees were swaying more and more, indicating a pick up in the wind. Clearly tonight, snow would full heavily*.

A: "We'll see how he is now then. I don't dare assume I've seen the last of dear Mr. Hyde?" Keza asked, a small chuckle escaping her lips. A soft smile was on her lips, and she looked him over. It didn't seem like he would have any troubles with the wounds, and she would have stayed to make sure any other day, but it was getting worse outside. She needed to leave. "I'll be back to help you tomorrow, like I said Robert. Hopefully you can find good information to share with me in the morning. I should be feeling better tomorrow and we can actually get some work done." She stood, offering her hand to him to help him up as well.