Prologue
London - 1894
The aroma of blood had taken control of Dr. Henry Jekyll's senses, this had caused him to wake in dread; his heart pounding in his chest. Hyde had been free for another night, and Jekyll had to faced the outcome. He remembered fragment of the night before, but Jekyll rarely still conscious for the whole event. His eyes reminded closed; trying to hold onto his dream-like state, but the sounds of an waking London, soon pushed him to the harsh true.
He become shocked at his location, it's wasn't his home, or an unforgiving London street, it was far worse than that, it was someone home. Suddenly an blurred memory shot to his mind; this was the home of whores, who didn't have a manager, which meant there were unprotected. It was clear what Hyde had done, the drying blood, which marked Jekyll's skin had already informed him of the result.
Jekyll found his feet, and took an long sickening stare around the room. Three unlucky bodies rested around the room; their existences ripped from them. Bloody hand-paints covered the walls from failed escapes. The poor women probably had to watch one another die, that how Hyde would had like it, the smell of fear was like an fine wine to the beast. Jekyll shuddered at the thought.
He needed to leave, these women may had been whores, but it didn't mean they wouldn't be missed, by their landlord at least. Jekyll seized the reminds of his clothing. He have to travel through the back alleys, but he didn't even know where he was. "Damn you" he cursed under his breath, an beastly chuckle echoed through his mind, Hyde had awoke from his slumber.
"Mummy" cried an feeble voice. Jekyll lurched at the sound, and was quick to hide, he feared the worse. An small pale looking girl, no more than ten years old, appeared from the other room; her whole body trembling with the newly found sight. The girl opened her mouth, but no scream came; her eyes were fixed on the nearest body. The girl drew one sharp breath, before decreasing to the floor, she had fallen unconscious.
Jekyll moved toward the girl, an sense of pity gripped him. "Henry kill her, have fun, just do it quickly" Hyde's voice run through Jekyll mind like an blazing fire. "No…it's a child" he pleaded, as panic set about him once more. "Pathetic Henry…let me out, and I will deal with the little whore" Hyde hissed; his lustful thought were already haunting Jekyll's mind.
The doctor gazed around the room; peeking at each body, before turning back to the young defenceless girl. This was the one mistake he couldn't make.