Hey there, hi there, ho there. You're as welcome as can be. (name that tune. Who gets it right will get...uh, a special little thingy. I don't know, the winner can decide.)
Anyway, I know it's been a while since I last updated but I've been A) out of the state, B) a bit distracted by my sister being a sister and C) writing a book for my senior project. I've gotten about twelve chapters on it and it's actually not even half way done yet. Pray for me, I hope it turns out as good as some of my fan fics.
So, for this little scene, I got the insperation for the story around this particular scene from the musical Jekyll and Hyde. That's pretty much what the story is and I'm sure you guys can guess who the hero/villian is.
I'm going to use Mytho as the Doc. and his evil self as the Mr. guy. However, I'm calling the bad dude Mr. Siegfried so...yeah. I didn't know any other name for him so I went with the next best thing. Please don't kill me.
Okay, now for a summary up tot his point. Mytho is a doctor/chemist guy that uses chemicals to either create syrums and such for the good of the people. He's about to get hitched to Rue (who has a strange understanding of his work) and his best friend, Fakir, usually helps him out every now and then.
One night, Mytho and Fakir go out to a restaurant where they meet Duck, a waitress who gets beat when she's caught having a small conversation with the Doctor. He doesn't like how she's mistreated and tells her that if she ever needs help to come see him.
A few days after, he creates the strange syrum that creates Mr. Siegfried and the next morning Duck comes to his house with a bad bruise across her face. Mytho starts to help her when Rue shows up to take him on their planned date thing. Fakir then takes over and he learns the name of her attacker, Siegfried. He doesn't quite recognize the name but about two days later, after there was a murder in the city, Fakir finds Siegfried sitting down in Myto's lab. Siegfried allows Fakir to know the secret and changes into Mytho before his friend's eyes.
Just as Mytho begs for help, Rue shows up and Fakir tries to keep her from going into the lab. As he tries pushing her out the door, Duck shows up again, her wounds far worse than before. Fakir doesn't want either women in the house but no matter what he does he can't get them to leave.
Not long after, he decides it was up to him to protect the girls by sending Rue somewhere safe and he takes it on himself to find some sort of cure. However, Siegfried doesn't want to be cured so he plans to dispose of Fakir. He tries to shoot him but Mytho doesn't allow him, only wounding his friend.
Fakir goes to Duck's restaurant for help and they decide then that they'll need help. The next day they go to another scientist's place, Dr. Altor, and ask him for help. Altor is a jerk though and at first says no but when Fakir nearly crumbles because of the pain from his wound he decides to try to come up with something.
Fakir and Duck leave that night to get the syrum when this scene happens.
Now remmeber, Siegfried is a murderer and a complete jerk so...don't think this scene is making Mytho seem OOC. I hope you guys like it and if you want, I might write some of the other scenes.
Anyway, enjoy and if you are wondering, in the actual story/musical, Jekyll is the hero and Hyde is the villian but at the end both (spoilers) die. This is perhaps the only story where the hero is also the villian, it's kinda funny when you think about it.
Warning: Very provocative and inappropriate suggestions, possible fowl language too. Just a heads up.
Fakir woke up with a throbbing pain in the back of his head and a stabbing pain that ran up his side with every move. He slowly opened his eyes to find his hands were tied tightly over his head with a thick rope and that he was in some sort of dark, empty building. He did his best to scan any sort of tell-tale sign of his whereabouts but it was far too dark when suddenly, a lantern was lit in the far corner.
A figure grabbed the lantern and slowly walked toward the captive with a soft chuckle and Fakir struggled against his bonds. He knew who the figure was, it was Siegfried, the man who had become notorious for some pretty disturbing murders in the past month, and Fakir knew that if he didn't do something quick, he was a goner.
"So, Fakir, trying to help your pethetic friend are you?" Siegfried asked with a horrible grin stretched across his shadowed face. "He doesn't need help. In fact, he's rather happy being my captive. He created me so why wouldn't he enjoy my company?"
"For the same reason Frankenstein feared his creation, it was a monster," Fakir spat. "Mytho, you've got to fight against him. You can't let him win."
"He can't hear you," Siegfried snickered. "Since our last meeting, he's become less of a nuisance so don't expect any sort of heroic mishaps."
"I can't believe you. You're destroying a genius by pushing him down. You're out of control Siegfried and one of these days your scattered brain will end up getting you and Mytho killed," Fakir said. "You're only using instincts, nothing you do is with actual thought, just reflexes. You've got to stop this before it's too late."
"It's already too late, Fakir!" Siegfried cried, rushing up to the captive and grabbing the front of his shirt. "There's nothing you or your little friend can do to change me." His face turned into confident laughter. "I've already won. Mytho is no more and your attempts to keep his fiance and that little waitress safe is all futile. Oh, speaking of that cute little waitress, I do believe she is here with us right now."
He turned to the lantern and walked to another corner of the large room. The faint light illuminated Duck tied and gagged on a chair. She blinked from the bright light and when she saw who held the lantern, she began to panic. She had run into this man twice and both times she had gotten hurt. She tried to wiggled out of the ropes wrapped around her arms but...it was no use.
"Oh, my dear," Siegfried said, lifting her chin so she'd look at him and grinned evilly. "Don't be afraid. It's not you I'm after exactly."
He looked back at the slightly illuminated Fakir and grinned. He knew that having the waitress would get under his skin more than injuring him and he saw Fakir tense.
"What do you think, Fakir? Do you think we go well together?" Siegfried smiled.
"Leave her alone. If I'm the one you want to get even with then leave her out it," Fakir growled.
"Awe, but I know how to trully get even with you and..." he turned back to Duck, "she's involved. Yes, very much...involved."
Fakir and Duck both began to get nervous by the way he spoke. Duck started to get very scared. What was he planning for her? Was he going to kill her? She didn't want to die, she was too young and now that she had met Fakir, she had so much more she wanted to do in life than just be a waitress.
By the way Siegfried pulled out the knife from his pocket, she feared it was all over. She closed her eyes when in fact, he cut the ropes from her body. She looked up in surprise and as he took off her gag, she wondered if maybe there was something alse he had in mind.
"Come, let's get a bit closer to Fakir. I'm sure he'd like to see his little Duck a bit better," he smiled and grabbed her arm.
"What are you doing?" Fakir asked as the two got closer. "What do you want with her?"
"Can't you just be happy I'm allowing you to see your lovey little lady?" Siegfried smiled, carefully letting go of the waitress. "I'm sure this reunion will be cherished forever."
"What are you going to do!?" Fakir yelled, getting mad at the murder's nonchalant conversation.
What he didn't expect was the swift punch to the gut that was given to him. Fakir's breath was caught in his throat as the sensation of possible cracked ribs finally reached his brain. He began to cough uncontrollably and he could taste blood in his mouth.
Duck was so scared by the violence that she tried to protect Fakir by grabbing Siegfried's arm and saying, "Stop it! Leave him alone!"
"Get off me you slut!" Siegfried hollered, smacking her in the face and making her fall to the ground.
She held her cheek in shock and looked up at the looming figure who now had Fakir in a choking grip. Fakir glared through his pain at the man before him, not only because he had hurt Duck but because he had insulted her. She was too innocent to ever become a prostitute and both men knew it, even though Siegfried could care less.
"Oh, did that upset you? Hurting your girl must be so hard to bare, isn't it?" Siegfried snarled into Fakir's face. "Maybe you should have thought about the consequences before getting yourself involved."
"I...was only..." Fakir gasped.
"Only what? Trying to help your friend? He never needed your help," he spat. "He was just a spineless wimp that could never stand up to anyone, even the man that claimed to be his best friend. But you know what? That man, that 'friend' was only keeping him from his true potential."
"And what...was that?"
"Me! I'm his greatest creation and for years, you made sure he never created the syrum, saying it was far too dangerous to tamper with things in nature," Siegfried suddenly began laughing. "But you know, if he hadn't kept me locked up for so long, I would never be as strong as I am today. So, technically, this is all your fault. Isn't that wonderful? Being the instigator of this amazing power? I can't thank you enough and to show you my appreciation, I have prepared to torture you."
"You...ass...argh," Fakir couldn't finish his statement.
"Now, now. Watch your language in the presence of a lady." Siegfried let go of Fakir's throat and grabbed Duck, who had been too scared to interfere with the lunatic. He pulled her infront of himself and wrapped one arm tightly around her arms at waist level. "Look at her Fakir. Take one last look before...ha ha...before I finish her. Sweet isn't she?" He sniffed at her hair and grinned at Fakir's reaction. "Too bad you'll never get to do what you really want to with her."
"What...what are you talking about?" Duck asked, fear making it hard for her to speak.
"He knows exactly what I'm talking about," he breathed on her neck. Shivers went up and down her back and she swallowed nervously. "I wonder Fakir, what would be worse for you? Killing her or..." he looked at the captive with evil in his eyes, "causing the loss of her virginity?"
Fakir's eyes went wide and he tried to struggled loose again. "You bastard! Don't you dare!"
"I'm guessing, but..." Siegfried breathed onto Duck's neck again while using his free hand trace from her chin down her neck and finally to her collar bone, "I don't think he'd like the latter. What do you think, Duck? Would that make him lose his mind, seeing the woman he loves having sex with another man...and right in front of him too. What a horrible thing to witness, don't you agree?"
Duck's eyes went wide and she finally understood what he planned to do to her. She felt tears begin to build up in her eyes and she felt crushed. She could never fight off a man like Siegfried and there was nothing Fakir could do. He was trapped just like her and neither one could stop the horrible man's plans.
"Siegfried, stop this. Don't do it," Fakir said, doing his best not to show how pissed he was. "You...you don't have to be this way. Let Mytho go, don't keep him trapped like that."
"Shut up! Your pleas fall short of these ears," he said, turning his attention back to the girl. "Now, where was I?"
He ran his free hand down from her shoulder, slipping her sleave off on its way down to her hand, and he grabbed her ear lobe with his teeth, making Duck's heart skip. His lips then slowly made a path down her neck and his fingers intertwined with hers. She started to lose the ability to fight against him and she felt herself getting pulled into his lust. He was seducing her and unfortunately succeeding too.
Fakir couldn't stand watching Duck getting lost in his grasp and he tried again to force his hands free but his actions only caused Siegfried to grin at him through one of his many kisses. He soon started nible and suck at one spot in particular, starting a hickey, which made Duck's breathing become more like gasps. He let his hand wander further down her leg where he lifted her skirt and explored her smooth skin.
Duck's heart stopped once again. By now, tears were streaming down her cheeks and every look she tried to give to Fakir was one of pleading. There was nothing Fakir could say though and he was beginning to give up trying to stop this horrible man.
Siegfried grinned at Fakir's pained expression and began talking between kisses.
"Oh, she is so soft. You really don't know what you're missing, Fakir. So soft and mmm..." he took a long kiss on the base of her neck while breathing in deeply through his nose, "so sweet."
"Please...stop," Duck whispered, though her voice fell short.
"I don't think I can now," Siegfried chuckled. "I've gone too far to stop."
He moved down her neck once more and now his lips were working their way over her shoulder, lowering as far as they could go down her chest. Duck's head went limp as his touch paralized her and she gasped when his hand squeezed her derriere. He only chuckled at her reaction.
His other hand, the one around her waist, now made its way up her torso to her chest. Fakir twisted as it passed over her breasts but he said nothing for he knew there was nothing he could say to stop such a horrible man. Sigfried reached the neckline of her dress and slowly, seductively, began to untie the strings of her corsette.
Duck felt she was about to pass out and now her entire body felt limp in his grasp. She wished she had more strength but every thought of fighting him was squashed by the claws of his lust. She closed her eyes, feeling every touch from his hand on her leg to his lips on her collar bone, and let more tears escape from her eyes.
She had given up. There was nothing else to do but let this man do as he wished to her and she opened her eyes once more to look at Fakir as Mytho's hand had untied the strings to just below her breasts. She waited for what he would do next when the man fell to the ground, letting her slip to her knees.
"That should keep him out of action for about twenty-four hours," a voice said certainly.
Duck's eyes opened and she gasped for breath she never knew she had been begging for. She was shaking and holding her dress up as she slowly looked back to see Siegfried make his transformation back to Dr. Mytho. She then noticed another man bending over him, checking pulse and other parts of his face, and she realized it was Dr. Altor.
Fakir aslo realized this and found his voice.
"Dr. Altor, you...you found us. How?" Fakir asked, his voice slightly weaker than usual.
"Does it matter? I found you," Altor said. He stood to go help Duck but she had already run to Fakir, crying into his shirt. "What is going on? What was he doing?"
"It's none of your concern," Fakir snapped. If he could, he would have wrapped his arms around her to comfort her but at the moment, he was still kinda tied up. "Duck, are...are you okay?"
"I...I was so...scared," she whispered. "I couldn't fight him. I'm so sorry."
"Duck, it's not your fault," Fakir said. "I know you couldn't fight him. A man like that is...he's dangerous and even if you tried to get away he'd have hurt you even more. It's okay, it's over now."
"I...I know," she said but still didn't let go of his shirt.
"How did he even get you guys?" Altor asked, walking up to them to untie Fakir. "I know for a fact that you are a tough guy to surprise Fakir, so how did he do this to you?"
"I don't know. All I can remember is getting hit on the head and blacking out," he said and when his hands were finally free, he first waited for the feeling to come back to them then he wrapped one arm around Duck's shoulders protectively. "I just wish I wasn't so helpless here. He could have really hurt Duck and me."
"Yeah, really hurt her," Altor said, looking at Duck who was trying her best to hid herself in Fakir's chest. He watched how she shook and noticed the tears that seemed to have created a perminant path down her cheeks and sighed. "Come on, we need to get you guys cleaned up and keep the good Doctor out of trouble. We should go back to my place. Fakir, do you have the formula?"
"Yes, it's in my pocket."
"May I have it?" Altor asked, his hand out for the vial.
"Let's get to your lab before we do anything. Duck needs some rest, she's been through a lot tonight," Fakir said, carefully keeping Duck close to him.
"What about you Fakir?" Duck whispered. "Don't you need to rest too?"
"I'll be okay. We need to get Mytho cured before we do anything else," Fakir explained. "Altor, were you able to check on Rue? I'm afraid Siegfried might have tried to attack her too."
"Yes, she's fine. I actually came from her home before I came here," Altor said as he tossed the unconscious Doctor over his shoulder. "She still desn't know a thing about what's going on."
"We need to keep it that way. It could be the only way to secure her safety," Fakir said and followed Altor out of the building to an awaiting carriage.
Okay, so this was very quickly written and I'm not quite sure it gives the correct feeling of creepy perv Siegfried. Infact, I don't even think I spelled Siegfried right.
Anyway, please tell me what you think of this and if you want to read more of this story. I actually think this story would be very interesting to write but...at the moment I don't have time to do it all just yet.
Can't wait to read what you guys think.
(I seriously need to get back in the swing of writing these fan fics)