Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde:

Revenge

Chapter 1- Jekyll

He held the poison up high.

It was the poison that would get Jekyll everything back. The fake poison in his hands, which he dug up quickly, would make him seem vulnerable. After his Millicent Revealed to Jekyll that she was engaged to Mr. Jan, his heart shattered, and cut away his body with the shards. He could no longer live in that situation.

There are some things you should know about Jekyll before making your opinions about him. He could commit suicide if not for his pride and being secretly coward-like. He could also kill Mr. Jan, if not for Jekyll being too innocent of a man. Lastly, he could persuade Millicent, if not for her being head over heels for Jan.

Then the crazed idea dawned on him.

He would make Jan look a monster! It would be simple and effective; Dr. Jekyll would drink a potion, making him pass out for a while. When they find him, he'll 'survive', or simply wake up, and accuse Jaine. Jekyll would explain to the authorities that Jan motive was jealousy over Millicent and Jekyll being close as friends!

So, now stood Jekyll with the potion, the potion he put all of his knowledge into making. He was nervous, and hesitated for the longest time. The problem was that he was too mad to see any problems with his plan at the moment. He was too egger to care. Eventually, he gulped the potion down with one shot. Nothing happened at first. He felt slightly woozy, but dared not to sit down. Doing so would make him seem like he's simply sleeping.

Pain struck his heart in a split second, and he gagged, kneeling on the floor.

It's working… he thought. Before he could think any longer, Jekyll coughed horribly. He was surprised to find blood on the ground from where he coughed, and coughed even more.

It's not supposed to work like this! Something's terribly wrong!

Jekyll could feel himself slipping away. He didn't know whether the potion was doing what he intended to do, or if he was dying…

At this point, he was ready for both.

Jekyll could feel tears streaming down his face. He was glad no one was there to see him cry, no matter how much pain he was in. He hit his head hard on the ground, but noticed no pain compared to his chest. He laid his head on the ground, having no strength to move at all. Nor did he dare move, if he had strength at all. Silently weeping, with his own blood covered him like a warm blanket, Jekyll closed his eyes.

Complete darkness.