Heart shaped Skulls

Ms. Jekyll and Hyde

Pulsing lights. Blaring sirens. It hurt my eyes. "She helps! Gets helps!" A voice came from outside my confinement. I slowly turned from looking at the joining of the corner to peer at the bald man looking through the rusted bars. Then darkness. I could feel him struggle against my hands, they pressed so tight in his throat. Warmth leaked between my fingers as his strangled cries fell on deaf ears. A flash of his miserable features blinked in the dark, pale and scared his dull eyes shaking in pure unadulterated terror. I wish I could've studied it more but the picture faded as his screams did. She liked watching the life leave their eyes. Another bright flash. A stitched name tag, Hewitt. It made my head hurt, to remember it. "FILTHY BITCH! GET BACK IN YOUR CELL!" a woman frail and old cowered in a brick corner as a security guard towered over her screaming past the sirens. How did I get here? Is that, him? Everything was dark again, why does it keep doing this?! I could feel my fingers slip over cloth, maybe a tie? I felt a knot and pulled, the man gasped at the tight adjustment. My labored growling drowned out his gurgles as I took the his tie into my hand while I pressed my foot into the middle of his back. CRACK! with the one hand gripping fiercely to the tie and the other deep in his back I snapped his neck. He didn't move but the soft whimpering was coming from the woman. "T-thank you.. Jekyll" Jekyll? That's not my name? I wanted to wipe the darkness from my vision in a terrible attempt to see. It didn't work obviously, so I listened to her voice memorized it. So soft, sweet as honey. Motherly, more nicer than my mother. I cringed at the thought of the horrid zealot.
"how do you not remember?" This voice was different, distant, morbid. It was scratchy with a gurgle even as I strained my hearing it had become hard to discern male from female. It was angry, this feeling feels familiar. "YOU FORGOT ME! I HELPED YOU! PROTECTED YOU!" it was all around me screaming from all directions. I leapt back feeling the hot stagnant breath as the demented face of a mangled woman appeared before me in the abyss. Eyes empty void of emotion, so dark I was sure there was no Iris. Her face was gaunt and deformed, the nose hanging from a sliver of flesh. Her lips non-existent as her spiked teeth green in color showed like a grotesque medal. It's skin was pale with hints of yellow and black like those of the rotting. "REMEMBER!" Its loud bellow roared like a demon in my ear.

"H-H-HELP!" I lurched forward my torso trying to pull away from the other body parts. I wasn't in the darkness anymore. I let my breath come back before looking about. The room had little moon light that came from the window that had long since been boarded up. I squinted my eyes as I peered more around the room. Deep blue floral wallpaper peeled back from the walls showing the black mold underneath. In front of the bed was a vanity old and dusty but still standing. It almost reminded me of my grandmother's, wait where am I? My heart rate started to increase. Dirty tan blankets covered my lower half and a feather pillow was propped behind me. I gripped the grimy cloth and tossed it aside, blood I was coated in blood. My breathing started to catch in my throat as I struggled to understand what had happened. I had no injury so this wasn't mine? Oh god what did I do?! I went to stand to rush out the door but before my body could leave the stiff bed I collided back to it. WHAT?! Shackles were binded tightly to my small wrists. I yanked and pulled vigorously till realization kicked me hard. Your going to die, raped, and murdered. I seized my struggling before I could feel the ice wash over me. NO,NO NO, NO! I DIDN'T WANT TO GO BACK TO THE LAKE! I could feel the familiar pull of ecstasy easing me to fall deep into the dark raging lake. It was scary being alone here. Only the tree, dead and swarming with insects kept me company. The clicking and chittering of the bugs was the only sound above the enraged waves that bulldozed my head.

The temperature lowered when Rowena's struggling came to an end. Her terror ridden face turned to that of the emotionless abyss. Even a look of rage would ease the intensity that spiked around her like invisible fire crackers. Then the low growling between that of an exhausted devil and a foaming of the mouth hell hound had begun. This wasn't Rowena even a half wit could see the unmistakable change in the air. Within seconds her body slammed onto the mattress making it bounce with such force that she hit again. Her roar carried across the house like a war cry. Everyone was awake with a terrifying start with the exception of Grandpa whom couldn't be awoken by a siren in his ear. Drayton, Thomas and Hoyt jumped or should I say scrambled from their beds in horror. Nubbin was far to weak to walk and could only open one eye due to the swelling of the collecting blood in his sinuses. "WHAT THE HELL!" Hoyt screamed as he barreled down the hallway Thomas right on his heels and Drayton behind him shaking due to the harsh screech that he proclaims came from Satan himself. Hoyt opened the door with a tough push seeing the writhing woman on the bed as she was almost foaming at the mouth. "THOMAS WE GOT TO HOLD HER DOWN! DRAYTON OTHER SIDE, WOULDN'T MESS WITH THEM LEGS BOY!" he ordered the boys with a deep tone and even loader voice as he tried to drown out Rowena's howling. Her head flung from one side to the other as her body almost moved at it's own accord. Thomas attempted to hold her left side down as Hoyt went to the feet. But since she was moving everywhere and Thomas saw what she had done to Nubbin, he certainly wasn't going to be losing anything else. Rowena's torso lifted up like it was attached to a invisible string as she let out the most dreadful, alarming, and fearsome holler ever before latching her mouth to her wrist in a terrible animalistic ripping of her own flesh. Thomas stood back his mouth agape mask not viable as he was to be sleeping. Hoyt ceased his yelling and took a few steps back along Drayton staring in extreme fear. Her teeth plunged deep into her sewn skin red with irration as she torn deep into the layers of skin. Blood was pouring from her wound and that's exactly what she wanted. Rowena dropped her arm letting the blood slither into the tight shackle. The whole time she was unnervingly quiet as she stared forward at completely nothing until Thomas inched forward just the slightest. She came to life again as the blood had soaked the shackle enough for her to painfully pull her hand from it. So much adrenaline and endorphins was coursing through her veins pain was the least she was worried about. Her right bloodied hand was loose now flailing about crazily. None of the men had any words for this for most of them have never seen this amount of crazed frenzy. Thomas was horrified, this beautiful woman could morph into something ungodly, something so disturbing. It's not to say he still thinks she's gorgeous to look at but he's afraid someone might get the shotgun. Rowena lurched forward tired of getting nothing but air pulling harshly at her other arm that was still contained by the chains. A sickening crack echoed in the small room sending a gross cringe to the men's contorting features as they watch on in horror as she snaps her left shoulder completely out of place. Thomas hated seeing the disturbing things she was doing to herself, it scared him. Then Thomas remembered, when he was young and having one of his fits his mother would scoop him up into her lap, hold him close and sing his favorite lullaby. So he did just that. All of the males were flabbergasted as they saw Thomas step forward and hold her like a child. Rowena had stopped her frenzied attempts at clawing and let Thomas scoop her into his lap. Rowena held the features of a doe in a head light as she was more than stunned at this brawly man. He ignored the bleeding of her torn arm and folded her to his unclothed chest all the while trying his best at humming. Hoyt went to step forward to yell at the wench for waking them up when Thomas held his finger up. Did Thomas just hush Hoyt! Hoyt's face scrunched up but none the less continued to watch Thomas cottle her like a small babe.

Slowly the waves began to calm. The chittering of the insects died down to a slow hum. I peered into the darkness around me wondering why had the water calmed down to a slow ripple. "Go" it was that voice again, but it didn't hold any resentment or wrath. It was pacified. Slowly and surely I was being guided back like a child whom had wondered to far away from their parents. Warmth surrounded me, soothed me. I snuggled deeper into it afraid it was going to leave me. I was so tired, so strained that I didn't even bother to open my eyes.

He was the only one that could tame the beast.