Late at night, when Dr. Jekyll put Jackson to bed, he sat by the fire and was asking himself questions, hoping to get a responce from Mr. Hyde.
"Have you done anything with my son..."
He would ask himself quietly. Of course, all Mr. Hyde would do was slam his hand onto a table, using and controlling Dr. Jekyll's hand.
"Please cooperate with me here. Is my son your son? In such a way that means that HE can turn into a Hyde as well?"
He gulped, and let Mr. Hyde have control of his voice, but not his ears, so he could hear what Mr. Hyde had to say. He began to growl and he shut his eyes tightly, a bit frigtened about what he may hear. He didn't want his son to deal with the same problem and condition he had.
"OF COURSE HE IS MY OFFSPRING. WHAT WOULD YOU POSSIBLY THINK?! HE IS HOLT HYDE!"
Dr. Jekyll screamed, locking up 's voice. Dr. Jekyll was breathing heavily, and tears were rolling down his cheeks.
"Holt Hyde..."
He looked at the monitor screen on the baby monitor and saw his son sleeping peacefully, as if nothing were wrong. But there definetly was. His tears were soaking up in his shirt, and he burried his face in his hands. He turned off the monitor and walked up the stairs, wiping his tears with a hankerchief. Everything on his mind revolved around the fact that his son was also the son of Mr. Hyde. He knew it may be one of the consequences of having a child, but he knew that there were more people similar to him on this earth. He looked at the packet for the Monster Meeting and filled in the requirements for attending the meeting