This story is dedicated to all those who know what it feels like to be alive and love to play dangerous games. Long live the fur coat!
"Jekyll and Hyde--the Musical" is property of Frank Wildhorn and Leslie Bricusse. Based on characters created by Robert Louis Stevenson in "The Strange Case of Doctor Jekyll and Mr. Hyde." I'm not making any money off of these--these guys beat me to it.
--ACJ
"Flesh"
Closer...closer, yes!
Beautiful, beautiful Lucy, foolish Lucy. Don't you think I know your treachery? Don't you think the good Doctor knew I'd know? Whe else would he not visit you: Before you, he cannot control me. He will no bring me to you--as if he could hold me!
Lucy...dearest Lucy, sweet Lucy. Do you have regrets? Do you fear God? Much better, much more wise to fear me...
Because God will forgive you.
"Sympathy--"
She screams.
"--tenderness--"
I twist the knife in her side, ripping through the flesh I had caressed and stroked only hours ago. Now it quivers, trembles, tears and stains blood on my fingers.
"--warm as the summer, offer you their embrace!"
"Desperately, she tries to escape me...oh, didn't I tell her she never would? Ah, no one can. Not Jekyll, not foolish Lucy, even as she writhes on the floor, betrayal glazing her eyes before her loss of life can. What--did she really think I would show her love? I, the epitome of evil, of power? No, no--she was in love with someone who didn't exist, some beautiful, apocryphal being. But no, no, Henry Jekyll is such a very busy man.
Do you see, Doctor? The woman who loves you--oh, did you know? Yes, yes...can you save her now? Perform a medical miracle, like we are? Should we spare her? Tell her our secret? No, Henry, we will not--in loving you she betrays me, and for that, she dies! You see, doctor, no one touches Edward Hyde!
"Friendliness, gentleness, strangers to my life..."
Nothing more beautiful than a woman in peril. We shall see, won't we? Blood-soaked hair curls around my fingers, matted and dirty. Trembling fingers beg me to spare her, but bloodlust is so...insatiable. I want it, oh, how I want it--to see her blood puddle on the floor, her dark, wide eyes to close.
"...they are there, in this face!"
Nothing more beautiful than a knife splitting skin, than a woman's white throat
stained with blood. Oh, blood...
Foolish girl. Foolish, foolish girl...to think she could escape, become anything more than a whore, heart of gold or no. No one will care if she dies, not like the others...no one will admit they gave a damn, no one will let their masks of divinity slip for that instant of recognition.
"Goodness and sweetness and kindness abound in this place!"
Look Doctor--blood on steel, glinting with the beauty of a thousand starless, heedless nights. One limp girl, her life dripping away, like her crimson blood from the blade...
drip....
drip...
drip...
"Jekyll and Hyde--the Musical" is property of Frank Wildhorn and Leslie Bricusse. Based on characters created by Robert Louis Stevenson in "The Strange Case of Doctor Jekyll and Mr. Hyde." I'm not making any money off of these--these guys beat me to it.
--ACJ
"Flesh"
Closer...closer, yes!
Beautiful, beautiful Lucy, foolish Lucy. Don't you think I know your treachery? Don't you think the good Doctor knew I'd know? Whe else would he not visit you: Before you, he cannot control me. He will no bring me to you--as if he could hold me!
Lucy...dearest Lucy, sweet Lucy. Do you have regrets? Do you fear God? Much better, much more wise to fear me...
Because God will forgive you.
"Sympathy--"
She screams.
"--tenderness--"
I twist the knife in her side, ripping through the flesh I had caressed and stroked only hours ago. Now it quivers, trembles, tears and stains blood on my fingers.
"--warm as the summer, offer you their embrace!"
"Desperately, she tries to escape me...oh, didn't I tell her she never would? Ah, no one can. Not Jekyll, not foolish Lucy, even as she writhes on the floor, betrayal glazing her eyes before her loss of life can. What--did she really think I would show her love? I, the epitome of evil, of power? No, no--she was in love with someone who didn't exist, some beautiful, apocryphal being. But no, no, Henry Jekyll is such a very busy man.
Do you see, Doctor? The woman who loves you--oh, did you know? Yes, yes...can you save her now? Perform a medical miracle, like we are? Should we spare her? Tell her our secret? No, Henry, we will not--in loving you she betrays me, and for that, she dies! You see, doctor, no one touches Edward Hyde!
"Friendliness, gentleness, strangers to my life..."
Nothing more beautiful than a woman in peril. We shall see, won't we? Blood-soaked hair curls around my fingers, matted and dirty. Trembling fingers beg me to spare her, but bloodlust is so...insatiable. I want it, oh, how I want it--to see her blood puddle on the floor, her dark, wide eyes to close.
"...they are there, in this face!"
Nothing more beautiful than a knife splitting skin, than a woman's white throat
stained with blood. Oh, blood...
Foolish girl. Foolish, foolish girl...to think she could escape, become anything more than a whore, heart of gold or no. No one will care if she dies, not like the others...no one will admit they gave a damn, no one will let their masks of divinity slip for that instant of recognition.
"Goodness and sweetness and kindness abound in this place!"
Look Doctor--blood on steel, glinting with the beauty of a thousand starless, heedless nights. One limp girl, her life dripping away, like her crimson blood from the blade...
drip....
drip...
drip...