"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.

Highest Rank - #4 in Gothic - - - (Ugly cover is temporary) ((Rated M for language, gore, drug use, sexual themes, and the mere existence of Edward Hyde.)) "All human beings, as we meet them, are commingled out of good and evil: and Edward Hyde, alone, in the ranks of mankind, was pure evil." - R. L. Stevenson For years, humanity has cowered before the face of God's wrath. By 1885, the Gleanings have gradually become more and more common in the West, and the world is at its breaking point. Governments have fallen to chaos, the world's greatest cities have crumbled, and the monstrous creatures of the Abyss still return every month to paint the streets with the blood of the wicked. London is one of the only safe havens left. Prayers have gone unanswered for decades. God has abandoned his children. But Dr. Henry J. Jekyll has yet to lose faith. As humanity's hope dwindles, Henry is certain that he's made a breakthrough: the Janus Serum, a revolutionary drug that would cure mankind of its two-faced curse. But by some grotesque twist of fate, Jekyll's experiment goes wrong. Horribly wrong. From the deepest crevices of Henry's mind rises Edward Hyde, an amalgamation of all of the doctor's most depraved and twisted desires. Hyde is here. And no matter how desperately Henry searches for a way to reverse the serum's effects, he doesn't plan on leaving anytime soon. Updated every Friday