Mr. Utterson and Mr. Enfield were enjoying yet another of their Sunday dinners when Mr. Enfield's telephone rang. Puzzled, he answered.
"Why, Miss Carew, how did you- Mr. Utterson's secretary, I see. How can I- what? We'll be over right away."
He hung up and turned to Mr. Utterson with a grave expression. "John, it's Dr. Jekyll."
Mr. Uttterson took one last bite before pulling on his overcoat. "We'd better hurry then," he said.
They rushed to Mr. Enfield's car and drove as quickly as they could to Dr. Jekyll's house. Mr. Utterson rapped on the door, only to be greeted by a teary-eyed Miss Carew.
"She's locked herself in there, Mr. Utterson! And Poole says he's heard a man's voice in there as well, not to mention sobbing and screaming and all sorts of ungodly noises, I don't know what to do," she exclaimed, the tears breaking free.
Mr. Utterson's eyes flashed with concern. "She's in the laboratory, right?"
Rebecca nodded. The two of them rushed to that door, with Mr. Enfield not too far behind.
Poole was nowhere to be found, but perhaps he had gone to fetch help.
"Jekyll, it's me, John. Come out, please!" he yelled, knocking on the door as loudly as he could.
"Go away!" came the muffled response, followed by another scream.
"Richard, Jekyll keeps an ax in that closet, would you please fetch it?" Mr. Utterson said, pointing at the door in question.
Mr. Enfield nodded and went about it.
"Please, just leave me be!" a man's voice called.
"Heather, who is that!" Rebecca cried.
"Why, that sounds like Edward Hyde!" Mr. Utterson exclaimed.
"I have the ax," Mr. Enfield said solemnly. "Shall I?"
Mr. Utterson nodded, stepping aside and pulling Rebecca with him. Mr. Enfield proceeded to break down the door, all the while the two voices inside took turns pleading to be left alone, when they weren't screaming of course.
It was then that the three burst in to see what laid before them, a laboratory a mess, instruments of science strewn about, and Dr. Heather Jekyll laying at the center of it, curled up and sobbing.
"Where is Hyde?" Mr. Enfield wondered, scanning the room.
Rebecca rushed to Jekyll. "Are you hurt?"
"Hyde? Hyde is right here..." Dr. Jekyll said.
At that moment, she began groaning. Then, before their very eyes, Dr. Jekyll's skin began bubbling. As the three of them watched in horror, Dr. Jekyll was no more, and Mr. Hyde took her place.
Hyde began to laugh dryly. "Now you see, John. You see what I meant last year when, I told you it was a strange condition."
Hyde's skin began to bubble again, and Heather Jekyl was back, crying. "It hurts, it hurts so much. Rebecca, I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry."
She began to moan again.
"What for?" Rebecca cried, before kissing Jekyll.
As quickly as it started, Jekyll's transformation stopped. They broke apart after what seemed like a lifetime, panting.
"Heather, I love you. Please, tell us, what is going on?"
Dr. Jekyll swallowed hard. "It's all in my notes. Rebecca- you've saved me! I cannot thank you enough. And Rebecca?" Dr. Jekyll said, her skin starting to move again.
"Yes?"
"I love you too," the doctor replied, kissing Rebecca on the cheek, before taking the nearby scalpel and plunging it into her neck.
Rebecca sat there, horrified. Then, she began to sob.
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Jekyll, Hyde, and Pride
Short StoryA retelling of the classic story by Robert Louis Stevenson set in the late 1960s, along with a few other changes. Mr. Utterson has an issue weighing heavily on his mind. That issue being the will of one Dr. Jekyll. The will is an abomination, a leg...
