A bright light met Edward when he opened up his eyes. He still hadn't gotten used to the blinding white of the hospital and he went to shut the blinds. Someone stopped him.

"Lay down. You need your rest kid," said Gordon.

"Leave him alone. You're not much older than him," chastised James. He turned towards Edward, "How are you holding up?"

"Fine. The doctor said I can be out tomorrow. The rubber rounds just barely grazed my spine. They said I'm lucky to not be paralyzed or dead!"

James and Gordon let out a sigh of relief. The nurse returned with painkillers and another guest. It was the defending attorney.

"What the hell do you want Darlington? I won't let you bribe me like you've been trying to-"

"This isn't what it looks like. There's something far greater at work so please withhold your accusations. May I sit?"

"Nothing's stopping you," Edward glared.

Darlington pulled up a chair and opened up his briefcase. A small book accompanied a bundle of photographs and official documents. He looked at Edward with a torn expression. His eyes were bordered with dark circles.

"I've been doing my research. If you haven't heard, Mister Doncaster has died. The police have failed to file a report but the family's private doctors have shown that he did not only die of multiple live rounds, but also high levels of numerous mind-altering and toxic substances."

"They police are only permitted non-lethals," exclaimed Edward in a harsh voice, "And Gordon never mentioned anything about Spencer doing drugs!"

Darlington was ecstatic, "That's my point. He had spent time with the infamous doctors, Notesse and Krupp. They have direct ties to the experiments of Clauberg and Mengele. They used the exact detected substances in their experiments at Auschwitz!"

Edward's heart and mind were racing. None of this was logical! What if the Spencer that had attacked Emily wasn't the Spencer that they really knew. He voiced his theory to Darlington who agreed wholeheartedly.

"Spencer was always outgoing and active. Ever since that party with the doctors, he hasn't been acting the same. His father told me that he's been lashing out at others at random and just having a 'weird vibe'."

Edward found the strength to stand up and took a look at the book in Percy's briefcase. Treasure Island by Robert Louis Stevenson. Robert...Louis...Stevenson. Then it clicked.

"Percy! If you may, name a few books written by that author you are reading!"

"Treasure Island, Kidnapped, and...The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde!"

"I've a farfetched idea, but it may just make sense. Perhaps those malevolent doctors had spiked Spencer's drink with a potion. You'd consider how it wouldn't be below them to attempt to split moralities in a man. But it went faulty and didn't take effect," Edward's thesis was now fueled by late nights spent watching sci-fi flicks and crime novels. He was pacing back and forth around the hospital bed, "It took some time before something reacted within him. He would be roaming in a drunk-like stupor. Naturally, a feral instinct, his own Mr. Hyde had awoken within! Emily happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time and paid the price."

"Precisely," smirked Darlington.

The two men agreed that they would not disclose this to anyone except for the police and Judge Topham. Captain Sikorsky had been found imprisoned for commanding his forces to open fire. In addition, two members of his force had been imprisoned for using live rounds responsible for the deaths of six people including Spencer. He had been posthumously cleared of his charges by reason of insanity.

"Even after the brutal riot that occurred last week, we still have more matters on our hands. A state of emergency has been declared by the Royal Army. Please try to resume your normal lives while we handle the case," said the new Chief, Flynn Oshkosh.

The crowd tried to stay calm, but with the most recent events they could not. Edward soon knew why only a few days later. Someone had burst into the office in a panic.

"He's escaped! The madman who's responsible for the horrid experiments. A little girl is gone! Axel Notesse has escaped police custody!"

The office was in a panic as people ran around to warn their loved ones. Suddenly, a loud bang echoed from the hallway, followed by the sound of running feet. Three shadows stretched across the hall.

It was Axel and Frieda, the woman had a young girl, no older than six, with her hands pinned behind her back. A cloth was tied over her mouth.

"Alright!" yelled Axel, "Nobody gets in, nobody gets out!" he motioned with a pistol for everyone to get down while Frieda shut the windows.