December 2, 1888 Day 85
Ooc:|| The following 'entry' is not really a journal entry... because it really makes no sense for the pair to be bickering like an old married couple on paper, and I can't exatly role-play with myself... You'll see what I mean.
Henry paced vehemently about the cabinet, doing everything in his power to keep from cursing at the tope of his lungs. He could never remember being so angry, not even when Simon had committed a similar crime against Emma.
Hyde had raped her. Not only raped, caused her pain, forced himself on her and put her through Hell. And it was all Henry’s fault. Henry had let this… thing loose, Henry had shown it Emma. Hyde had attacked Emma to get at Henry.
But Jekyll was no longer as weak as he once was. Now the man was armed, armed with the one chemical that would bring Hyde to his knees, push him aside forever so that the good in Jekyll could remain supreme. It was with this knowledge that Henry decided to confront the monster of a man.
The clock struck two in the morning, and still Hyde had not shown himself. The servants were in bed and out of hearing range… it was time Henry take matters into his own hands. Not by formula HJ7, though… that would merely put Hyde in control.
With a determined breath to steady his anger and nerves, Henry called out. “Hyde! Damn you, Edward Hyde, show yourself. I’ve had enough of this!”
A sickening feeling swelled in Henry’s gut, and a voice so real, but without a body came to him. The voice of Edward Hyde from within his very head. “Now now, Henry. I would have thought you’d learned your lesson on defiance by now. I spared her life, but I don’t have to next time…”
“There won’t be a next time, Hyde. You won’t ever hurt anyone again. I’ve done it, Hyde. I’ve completed the formula.”
Something within Henry was smugly approving. “Good. Let me see it then…”
Henry rolled his eyes and snatched a bottle from the shelf, once deep blue but now light and translucent. “Not your formula, Hyde. My own. The counter-formula to HJ7…”
Disbelieving silence before a sharp voice. “What? How the Hell..?”
“I’ve done it, Hyde. I’ve won. You raped her, Hyde. You’ve hurt the woman I love, but not anymore. You won’t ever touch her again…”
“Hm, I don’t seem to remember any rape. I paid her my dues, Jekyll, the girl was mine.”
Henry growled deeply. “She was never yours. Emma is no whore, Hyde, not like your women at the Dregs. Twice now she has been raped, but that makes her no whore.”
Again, the sense of smugness. “So… she hasn’t told you then… the lying little bitch…”
Henry’s eyes narrowed even as he moved to the mirror so as to have something to speak to. “Hasn’t told me what? Knowing you, you’re simply trying to get one last rise out of me before you go… Well it’s over Hyde. You’ve far overstayed your welcome.”
“Believe what you will, Jekyll, you’ll find out eventually…”
The doctor had had enough. The cork was ripped from the vial when a twisting pain began in his gut, and Hyde’s voice resounded in his head.
”Don’t you dare, Jekyll. I’ve given you so much, and you would repay me like this? If you drink that, I will not be gone forever. I will be a part of you, that part of you that you cannot control, the part of you that will be your downfall in the end, Doctor. You will be the one raping her, you will be the one spending your nights at the Dregs, you will be the one to kill her in the end. It’s inevitable. So long as I am here you are free from guilt, Henry Jekyll…”
But Hyde’s attempts to still Henry’s hands would not work. In spite of the pain twisting through his gut, the pain that increased even as Hyde became desperate to stop him, Henry managed to get the small vial to his lips.
“God damn you Hyde; take all your evil deeds and rot in Hell…”
“I’ll see you there, Jekyll. You set me free, you are as guilty as I am. The blood of all those murders is on your hands as much as it is on mine, those pregnant woman at the Dregs are pregnant with your whelps; you fucked them. You raped Emmaline Carrew.”
At that final statement, filled with all the loathing and hatred in the world, Henry downed the formula before smashing the glass upon the floor. Immediately the pain in his gut was gone, the voice in his head silenced.
“Never.”
Free… Finally, Henry Jekyll was free.
Henry paced vehemently about the cabinet, doing everything in his power to keep from cursing at the tope of his lungs. He could never remember being so angry, not even when Simon had committed a similar crime against Emma.
Hyde had raped her. Not only raped, caused her pain, forced himself on her and put her through Hell. And it was all Henry’s fault. Henry had let this… thing loose, Henry had shown it Emma. Hyde had attacked Emma to get at Henry.
But Jekyll was no longer as weak as he once was. Now the man was armed, armed with the one chemical that would bring Hyde to his knees, push him aside forever so that the good in Jekyll could remain supreme. It was with this knowledge that Henry decided to confront the monster of a man.
The clock struck two in the morning, and still Hyde had not shown himself. The servants were in bed and out of hearing range… it was time Henry take matters into his own hands. Not by formula HJ7, though… that would merely put Hyde in control.
With a determined breath to steady his anger and nerves, Henry called out. “Hyde! Damn you, Edward Hyde, show yourself. I’ve had enough of this!”
A sickening feeling swelled in Henry’s gut, and a voice so real, but without a body came to him. The voice of Edward Hyde from within his very head. “Now now, Henry. I would have thought you’d learned your lesson on defiance by now. I spared her life, but I don’t have to next time…”
“There won’t be a next time, Hyde. You won’t ever hurt anyone again. I’ve done it, Hyde. I’ve completed the formula.”
Something within Henry was smugly approving. “Good. Let me see it then…”
Henry rolled his eyes and snatched a bottle from the shelf, once deep blue but now light and translucent. “Not your formula, Hyde. My own. The counter-formula to HJ7…”
Disbelieving silence before a sharp voice. “What? How the Hell..?”
“I’ve done it, Hyde. I’ve won. You raped her, Hyde. You’ve hurt the woman I love, but not anymore. You won’t ever touch her again…”
“Hm, I don’t seem to remember any rape. I paid her my dues, Jekyll, the girl was mine.”
Henry growled deeply. “She was never yours. Emma is no whore, Hyde, not like your women at the Dregs. Twice now she has been raped, but that makes her no whore.”
Again, the sense of smugness. “So… she hasn’t told you then… the lying little bitch…”
Henry’s eyes narrowed even as he moved to the mirror so as to have something to speak to. “Hasn’t told me what? Knowing you, you’re simply trying to get one last rise out of me before you go… Well it’s over Hyde. You’ve far overstayed your welcome.”
“Believe what you will, Jekyll, you’ll find out eventually…”
The doctor had had enough. The cork was ripped from the vial when a twisting pain began in his gut, and Hyde’s voice resounded in his head.
”Don’t you dare, Jekyll. I’ve given you so much, and you would repay me like this? If you drink that, I will not be gone forever. I will be a part of you, that part of you that you cannot control, the part of you that will be your downfall in the end, Doctor. You will be the one raping her, you will be the one spending your nights at the Dregs, you will be the one to kill her in the end. It’s inevitable. So long as I am here you are free from guilt, Henry Jekyll…”
But Hyde’s attempts to still Henry’s hands would not work. In spite of the pain twisting through his gut, the pain that increased even as Hyde became desperate to stop him, Henry managed to get the small vial to his lips.
“God damn you Hyde; take all your evil deeds and rot in Hell…”
“I’ll see you there, Jekyll. You set me free, you are as guilty as I am. The blood of all those murders is on your hands as much as it is on mine, those pregnant woman at the Dregs are pregnant with your whelps; you fucked them. You raped Emmaline Carrew.”
At that final statement, filled with all the loathing and hatred in the world, Henry downed the formula before smashing the glass upon the floor. Immediately the pain in his gut was gone, the voice in his head silenced.
“Never.”
Free… Finally, Henry Jekyll was free.