Jekyll POV

I walk into the dark and smokey brothel. I'm not here for the prostitutes, although Hyde might want one. I just have to keep reminding him of Utterson. I've kept him in his cage for now but theirs no telling when he'll return. I sit down at the bar and ask for a shot of vodka. I just want to forget about my problems and my mess I've created. I then see another animal, a Opossum sitting next to me. As I look more closely I can tell that he has grey fur all over, brown, short hair and sad, tired brown eyes. He seems to have crawled out of the river for droplets still cling to his fur, hair and clothes. He is shivering and I would have gladly giving my topcoat if I had worn one. He seems to be looking over his shoulder as if he expects something to come after him at any moment.

"Excuse me sir" I say out loud and he snaps his head back in my direction. "I'm sorry to have startled you but I've noticed that you are shivering?"

"I fell into the river when I tripled over a barrel on the dock. The ship I was sailing on just got into port a few moments ago. I thought i'd come in here and warm myself up a bit."

"Do you have a place to stay?"

"No, not anymore."

"I would be more than happy to invite you to stay with me, at least until you find a new place to stay."

"That is very kind of you but I don't want to impose on you."

"You wouldn't impose on me at all. In fact, I don't have much company over anyways."

"You have someone else staying with you?"

"You could say that."

Now he seemed to be as curious about me as I was about him. When I finished my drink I offered to buy him some brandy to warm him up a bit but he declined my offer and said that he didn't drink.

I finally had managed to hail a cab and we rode in silence until we stopped at my door. It was a sad sight for the wood was covered in shrewdly drawn pictures carved with little knives and spots that were burned black by small lighted matches that the poor street children ran around with. Although I was no different from those children for Hyde, that devil that now lurks in the back of my mind and may overtake me without notice, craves for taking risks and dangers.

'Jekyll' Hyde's voice echoes in my head. 'Let me out, please'

"No!" I yell and I realize that again I have said something out loud that was meant to be kept inside my head. The Opossum looks at me as if I was a mad man.

"Are you all right sir?" he asks me.

'That's been the 145th time'

:You've been counting?:

'What else am i supposed to do?'

I ignore Hyde's question and answer the Opossum's question instead.

"Yes,"I lie, "I'm all right. I'm just talking to myself." This seems to have only increased his curiosity even further as he stares at me, analyzing me, trying to find what I'm hiding from him.

'Ironic'

:Shut up:

I decide to open the door and invite him inside to distract myself from his calculating gaze.

He opens his mouth to say something but decides against it.

"I have a guest room that you can stay in" I say, leading him to his temporary room.

"Wow" he says. "It's looks so different from the outside."

"Appearances can be deceiving" I say

'Exactly'

:Hyde, I swear. Shut up or were both going to be in trouble:

I give him some extra clothes to wear. He gives me his soaking clothes witch I give to Pool, instructing them to be hung and dried.

After a while I come back to his room. He still looks tired but at least he looks cleaner than he was a few moments ago.
I look out the window at the golden rays of the sunset as they disappeared behind the horizon and the night begins.

And then I hear a knock at the door. That must be Utterson. I smile. He's been my whole world ever since he came that day and taught me that he'll accept me for who I am. Hyde has been loyal to Utterson but his mind does wander sometimes.

I greet Utterson, the raccoon, at the door and as we walk together down the hallway I tell him of our new visitor.

"So, do you think he's trustworthy enough?"

"I don't know. All I know is he knows somethings up with me and he want's to find out more about me."

"Are you just as curious as him?"

"Yes, because when I asked him if he had a home he said 'not anymore.'"

"Interesting. He came in soaking wet, correct?"

"Yes."

"Where is he now?"

And just as if on cue he comes walking through the doorway as Utterson and I sit on the opposite ends of the couch.

Utterson smiles at him and the Opossum smiles right back.

"What is your name my good man?" Utterson asks our guest.

"Victor Frankenstein."

"And what do you do for a living.?"

"I...I am what you would call a mad scientist."

"What did you do?" I asked in curiosity

"I created life with my own hands. I...played God."

And as Frankenstein went on with his tale I was amazed that there was finally someone like me, that had gone through what I had gone through. After he finished his tale both Utterson and I were more amazed than disgusted of what he had done.

He had also had a relationship with his best friend as well, Henry Cervil was his name. He was a red headed lion and he began to break down as he told of the death of his beloved Henry. He said that he had secretly kept his body until he had a chance to try to revive him. But, I thought, if the first being he made come to life had no recollection of his former self, wouldn't Cervil have the same problem if he also brought him to life? I was curious and asked him this question.

"I don't know, but it's worth a try." he replied.

So I let him have the anatomical theater as his own. And in a weeks time he had everything ready. All we needed was a thunderstorm and thankfully, there was one that very night.

We walked into his anatomical theater and looked at the body of Henry Cervil on the metal table in front of us. He was defiantly dead and I was interested to see if he could bring life back to his lover as he did with his creation.

There was a flash of lightning that illuminated the room for a second and as we got accustomed to the light again we all looked at the body on the metal table for any signs of life. Cervil's eyes groggily blinked open as he tried to adjust to the light. Frankenstein looked at him with worry and fear.

"Henry." said Frankenstein.

"Uhhh." said Henry.

"Henry." Frankenstein called again.

Cervil's eyes looked around, frightened by his new surroundings. "Where am I?" he asked. He eyes then settled on Frankenstein and he seemed like he was trying to remember who he was looking at when all of a sudden the door breaks open with a thud and to our horror there stood Frankenstein monster.

The monster seemed to have been stitched together with mismatched animal parts. The head of a stag, body of a horse, front legs of a lion and the tail of a squirrel.

As soon as Cervil saw the monster his amnesia left him and he jumped in front of Frankenstein.

"Leave, and trouble us no more."

"I see that you are not dead and so you have yet to pay for bringing me life, thy father."

As the monster said this he he took steps toward Frankenstein and Cervil. He picked up the nearest sharpest object, which happened to be a surgeon saw, and continued to approached the couple.

'My duty on earth will be complete as soon as I kill..."

He then noticed the person standing in front of Frankenstein who he had killed.

"You brought the one you loved back to life."

"I did." said Frankenstein.

"I won't let you kill me or him again." Cervil said taking more steps toward the creature. "If you are still filled with revenge and hatred then you truly are a monster."

I finally had an idea. I took a syringe with some tranquilizer fluid and stabbed the needle into the monsters skin. He cried out in pain and succumbed to the tranquilizer, almost crushing his skull as he came down. With all of our strength we caught him, laid him down gently and put him in shackles.

We then all went back to the house. I had another guest room that Frankenstein and Cervil could use. We all said goodnight and went to our separate rooms.