The sound of thunder is heard, the howls of the wind, and the creaking flash of lighting is all that can be seen right before a doorway is kicked open, leading to an old workshop.

A young man staggers into the room, looking to be in pain as he is forced to use the doorway to support to push himself in. His clothing, seeming to be that of a doctor or scientist as he wore simple dress pants, and a button up lab-coat.

Though what professionalism it could have bring was tarnished as it was tattered and dirty with a mass amount of blood splattered along it.

The man wipes his face of the water from the rain outside and begins to grip at his long pink locks as he limps to a nearby deck and chair. Only of the last things that weren't completely destroyed, as the room looked as if a storm had taken place inside, with broken glass littered along the floor and unknown chemical reacting upon each other in different places, as it seemed an entire chemistry bench was thrown across the room.

The only source of light in the place, other than of the lighting outside, was some a flicking light bulb. Though slightly blinded from little bit of light, and still seeming t be in pain, the man pushed on till he reached his seat and let himself fall back-first to the chair.

He tries to clear his throat, to get rid of the tar-like feeling that seemed stuck within it, though with it cough it just felt worst. As if he was forcing himself to relive the taste of something other awful.

He looks to the desk surface...at the broken remains of multiple glasses, beakers, and tubes with strange liquid. Thoughts of regret and self-hatred entered his mind as he looks at them. At what tools he used to create such a monster.

Hunching his back and holding his head in his hands, he takes a deep breath as he tries to focus. To collect his thoughts so that they would not linger on those awful things. He needed to find a way to fix this, before it truly was too late.

But at every point he tries to think, it was as if his mind would not listen. It would direct him back to what he had done. What he had made. And the sick feeling in his throat would get worst. Nearly making him vomit.

He takes his hands from his face…and notices the many papers that were on the floor. He reaches for one and picks it up in his blooded hand. He instantly knew what it was of. It was a note from his so called, 'colleagues' delivered this to him.

They had not the manner to send one of themselves to met him, they had not the strength to look him in the eye as they had ruined all his life's work. To make his purpose for life, all swiped away and forgotten.

It was a letter telling him, that he was to no longer a member of the DWMA medical staff, that he was no longer going to be an advisor. Sure, it did not seem so badly…till one uses their common sense. Between all the soft vocabulary, and nice little founts they no doubt struggled to pick out…it told him plainly.

He was no longer welcomed.

The man crumbles the paper in his hand and tosses it aside in disgust. He tries to hold his anger back, he tries to keep himself in control. But…

…it was becoming too difficult for him.

A loud eerie begins to fill the room as man leans back in his chair, with it is straining a bit under his weight. It was soon silent and replaced by the sound of sobbing. The man's own, as he held a hand over his eyes with tears leaking from under it, down his face.

He thinks of how all of this happened...this horror...this living nightmare...this hell inside his own mind that will not stop no matter how much he begs or screams.

"It's over now, I know inside, No one will ever know..." He spoke in a sad tired tone, as he stood to his feet and walks along the desk, holding the edge of it for support. "The sorry tale of Edward Hyde, and those who died...no one must never know." He stops as he holds his hand over his chest, with a sorrow written on his face. Memories that weren't his own had formed in his mind. Such acts, he had not wish to have done or worst, had secretly always wish to do…plagued his mind.

He whispered to himself as he continued to walk. "They'd only see the tragedy, they'd not see my intent. The shadow of Hyde's Evil...would forever kill the good that I had meant..." He was not walking anywhere in particular...he just needed to move to keep his cursed blood moving. It helped keep himself in control, but not for long.

Especially in this case, as he loses his balance and falls to the floor.

His face lands among the broken glass and unknown chemicals on the floor. He pays it no mind. His soul was in more pain then his body could ever be in. He pushes himself up to his hands and knees and sees his own reflection in the puddle underneath him.

The chemical was dark grey, almost black color. His ultimate sin laid bare before him. The man could not help but question himself, as he stared at his reflection, at his cut up, and blood-soaked face.

"Am I…a good man?" He spoke, as he reaches to the reflection. "Am I a mad man?
It's such a fine line between a good man and a ma-..." The man then goes quiet as he places his hand to his reflection and closes his eyes, feeling the water ripple at his touch. Hoping in vain that maybe he could wash this away.

There was no escape though. As suddenly…a second voice spoke out.

"Do you really think that I would ever let you go?" The voice asks, sounding like the man's own, but deeper in a dark, cold tone. Much unlike the scared, soft one that the man spoke in. "Do you think I'll ever set you free?" The man takes his hand from the puddle and looks around him at the room…but finds nothing. Finds no source for the other voice, as it just seems to echo all around him. It wasn't until the voice spoke a third time, did he realize…the voice was coming from the puddle he was just looking at.

"If you do I'm sad to say this, it simply isn't so. You will never get away from me!" The man stares down at his reflection, and sees it was staring back at him. Grinning, with all its teeth in displayed. Everything about the reflection was purely wrong. It was as if a completely different person was staring right back at him.

The man's hair, though long, was controlled. Flatter along his head. The reflection wasn't, it was wild, seeming to almost as if it were alive on its own with how it seem to give slight twitches. It's eyes were not like the man's dark blue eyes, but were in a different light shade that almost seem in-human.

Those two things, along with its grin, that just seem to move along its face in a horrible style.

Anger rushes to the man as he stares at the puddle. "All that you are is a face in the mirror! I close my eyes and you'll disappear!" He shouts at the top of his lungs to it, but the reflection though didn't seem to care as it kept its grin and spoke back. "I'm what you face when you face in the mirror! Long as you live, I will still be here!"It said giving a shrug, such an off-handed and casual gesture not fitting its monstrous appearance.

The man slams his hand against the puddle…and then realizes the broken glass around him, and what he could do. To make it so the monster wouldn't harm anyone ever again. "All that you are is the end of a nightmare! All that you are is a dying scream."He gives a glare back to the puddle as he picks up the glass in his hand and holds it above his other hands wrist. "After tonight, I shall end this demon dream!"

All it would have taken was no hesitation on his part, to be quick enough to cut the vein in time. To make himself bleed out before the he could lose control. But that wasn't the case.

As he was stopped, by the reflection doing the impossible. Its hand roused from the puddle and quickly grabbed the hand that held the shard of glass. Easily it manages to slam the hand to the floor. The Man gives out a yelp of pain as he is forced to the floor as his hand was twisted in an awkward position.

"This is not a dream my friend, and it will never end! This one is the nightmare that'll goes on!"The reflection spoke as it continued to pull itself from the puddle. Desperate, and in complete fear, the man forces himself out of the puddle's hold and stubbled along the floor. The shard of glass he had picked up was dropped, now too focus on the reflection stood to its feet with its voice increasing in volume, echoing off the walls to the point that it over powered the thunder outside. "HYDE IS HERE TO STAY, no matter what you may pretend. And he'll flourish long after you're gone!"

The man, though was still fearful pushes himself up, facing his reflection that stared back at him with that grin. "Soon you will die, and my memory will hide you! You cannot choose but to lose control!" He tries to fight, throwing a punch. But he was weakened, tired, having lose much of his blood. The reflection looks to give a silent chuckle as he steps aside, making the man miss and fall again to the floor. "You can't control me, I live deep inside you! Each day you feel me devour your soul!"

It volume increase once more as he began to become even more crazy looking. With its grin growing wider, as his eyes seem to be bulging out of its skull slightly, looking ready to fall out. And black spikes ripped from its body, mainly with one on his back, and two smaller ones on his shoulders.

The man sees the reflection change and continues to try. He picks up the shard of glass he dropped. "I don't need you to survive, like you need me! I'll become whole as you dance with DEATH!"The man continues as he pushes himself back to his feet and rushes at his reflection, shard raised for a stab. "And I'll rejoice as you breathe your final breath!"

Suddenly without warning the reflection disappears before the shard could touch it. The man could only give out a yelp of disbelief, right before he is tackled and held down against his desk. "I'll live inside you forever!"The reflection shouts in the man's ear.

"No!"The man cried as he tries pull himself free, only to be back down against the desk. "With all that you love, all dead by my side!"The reflection shouts while tightening its hold, even as the man continues to struggle. "NO!"The man shouts again, louder and more desperate then before as he tries to kick himself away from the desk.

The reflection easily over powers him, as it slams his head against the table again. It does this with a single hand, while it's other began to change. Through there was no grandeur, no flash to it.

It was the reflections arm splitting open. Revealing skin and muscle tissue, all covered with…a different color of blood. Black blood.

The arm was morphing in shape into that of an abominable blade, made up of bone and yet still seeming to carry its own life within, as it grew its own mouth along it with teeth and a tongue that ran along the blade.

"I know that now and forever, they'll never be able to separate Jekyll from Hyde!"It shouts right before it drives the blade down, directly heading for the man's head. The sound of bone splitting, and blood splattering is heard.

The sound was so loud, so fierce, that the man throws his head up from the resting position he had along the desk, having fallen unconscious the moment he had come to rest on it. Though he wonders if that were at all true, as he looks to his own hand…and finds it had transformed to the same one as his dream.

The disgusting blade, this horrific that seem to come from hell itself was made of his bones, and muscle. What remained of his old arm was just fallen to the floor. He would grow a new one, he knew this. Just as he knew he wouldn't die from the blood that was leaking from his strange appendage. It wouldn't let him die.

In vain, he still tries.

"Can't you see…It's over now…it's time to die."The man stands to his feet again, as he, trying to move and regain control of himself. The tar-like build up in his throat was becoming worst. He could feel it climbing up…and leaving his mouth. "No, not I, only you!" The reflection's voice came from his mouth, with the man's eyes shifting from his dark blue pupils to the in-human shade of ghostly blue.

His eyes quickly shift back to normal, even now he continued to fight. His limbs began to shake, fighting to gain back control. He raises the blade to his own neck, it quivering as he did. "If I die...YOU'LL DIE TOO!"He shouts right before he is forced to a kneeling position. His other hand coming up and gripping his blade…before easily ripping the appendage from the socket. "You'll die in me and I'll be you!" The reflection shouts, as he tosses aside the old limb and pushes the man's body back to his feet.

"Damn you Hyde! Leave me Be!"The man screams from the pain, as black blood squirts from his missing arm socket. The pain was horrible, but not unfamiliar. He hated when it did this. When Hyde did this. "Can't you see Jekyll, YOU ARE ME!"Hyde shouts as he pushes the man's body up, a twisted grin on the man's voice for a moment as he tries to speak back.

"No! Deep inside-I am you, you are Hyde!"He couldn't fight back, no matter how he tried. "No - never!"He cried out as his body took a step to the door…he gave it his all to try to fight against the force that powered the other being…but it wasn't enough. "Yes forever!"He screams as he held his head up high with a horrid smile on his face as he began walking to the door.

As the thing controlling his body stepped out into the rain, the man gives one last cry. "God damn you, Hyde! You take all your evil deeds, AND ROT IN HELL!"The being, now in complete control…just smiles on, as he feels the other part of itself fade into the darkness of its soul.

"Hahahaha...I'll see you there, Jekyll!"

As the darkness takes the last away the man's, Jekyll's, light, his finally thoughts are on how does this happen?

He had it all, all he could have wanted. Even love. And yet it was all for not. All taken from him, by an evil he could never hope to over power.

Where did the good doctor, Henry Jekyll…became the demon sword, the monster, Mr. Edward Hyde?

(Just a remark of this little idea I made, from a while ago. And I thought, ehh, why the hell not. If you want another chapter...maybe if I get enough reviews/ message.)