The Phantom of the Night
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Hyde and Seak
Part Five
Hyde smiled as he saw the jewelers in Savile Row.
'Here we go lads!' he shouted into the back of the van.
The pavements on either side of the road were packed with pedestrians doing their christmas shopping, unaware of the Hell about to descend. The van, which had been traveling at a slow pace, suddenly kicked into full speed, its tires screaching through the cold air. It swerved outside the jewellers bringing its rear doors to the front of the jewelers.
'GO!' Hyde screamed with maniac glee as ten men, fully armed with SA 80's and Glok 17's jumped out of the van and charged towards the shop, firing off bursts from their rifles.
Each one wore the long black trenchcoats, black hats and balaclava's Hyde had decided would be there uniforms. Beneath their coats though they wore black bullet proof vests. As soon as the shoppers saw what was happening they ran, caught up in a stampede, desperate to preserve their lives.
Hyde ran out of the van, still laughing at the terror in the crowds. He aimed his pistol at the closest person, a young woman who had fallen over in the rush. He pulled the trigger twice, one shot ripping into her hip and the other her skull. Gore and bone splattered every where across the pavement mixing with the freezing water running towards the drain.
'I'm Hyde!' he declared and cackled.
Hyde joined his men in the rush to the jewelers. They'd already entered the large shop , killing the security guard, and had taken the shopworkers and customers captive, forcing them to kneel on the ground with their hands on their heads. A few had set about smashing the glass display cabinets and looting all of the valuables. The shop had a large counter running the length of it while on the opposite wall were tall glass cabinets. Between them was a space where two people could stand. That was where the captives were kneeling.
'Hello, hello, hello,' Hyde mockingly said to the twelve captives. 'I'm Hyde. You probably saw me on the news. I fried those people. I think I'll kill half of you.'
The prisoners were frantic. Tears streamed down their faces and one had vomited from the panic engulfing him. Each one prayed for a miracle.
...
The Phantom sprinted across the rooftops towards the disturbance. Reports indicated Hyde was leading an armed robbery and someone had already been shot. Sprinting as fast as he could, he made it ot the edge of the line of buildings he was on. Their, on the other side of the street, was his target. He saw a black van outside a jewelers. Pressing a button on the side of his mask, his vision zoomed in on the jewelers window and he saw he was right. Hyde was there, pointing a gun at some people taken captive. Outside the once bustling street had emptied, people taking shelter in the nearby shops and bars while a lone policeman, crouching behind a bin, waited for orders.
'Direct aproach,' the Phantom said to himself and took in a deep breath.
The vigilante jumped off the edge of the building and let his cape spread out around him turning into a glider that slowed his descent. He landed in the middle of the road with a loud thump. A brief shock of pain shot through his legs forcing him to grunt. He wasn't as young as he used to be. He got ready to attack. In the windows on the street he saw people pointing their camera's and phones at him.
'Here we go again,' he whispered and charged towards the jewelers.
...
'The young one first,' Hyde chuckled as he pointed his gun at the youngest person there, a boy of thirteen.
'NO!' his mother screamed and threw herself in front of him but one of Hydes men yanked her away.
The madman tightened his finger around the trigger and was about to shoot when a tiny movement caught his attention. A small black sphere, just a centremeter across was gliding towards his gun. It hit the gun and the sphere dissolved into acid that splashed across the gun and his hand.
'AAAARRRRRRRRRRRRGHHHHHHHH!' Hyde howled, dropping his gun and looking at his hand that hadn't started healing.
'Bonsoir.'
Everyone looked at the source of the word and their mouths dropped open and their eyes changed. The prisoners eyes suddenly filled with hope while the criminals eyes were filled with fear. Hyde looked at the Phantom with anger.
'KILL HIM!' Hyde roared as he drew his machete with his right hand, his left hand still hadn't healed.
The Phantom didn't give them a chance. He threw his wrist out at the criminals and launched a lasoo at the closest one to him before pulling a handful of acid pellets out of his belt and threw them at the shops lights pluning them into darkness. The criminals were blinded but the Phantom, with the nightvision in his mask, could see perfectly.
One of the thugs fired a burst of bullets at the direction of the Phantom, killing the man caught on the lasoo, as the Phantom jumped down, throwing himself under the hanging body and into the fight. He swung his fist between one of the criminals legs and jumped up finishing him off with two punches to the torso and one to the head. The next thug grabbed his rifle by the barrel and swung it at the Phantom's head but the vigilante was too quick. He grabbed the butt of the incoming weapon, yaking it out of his enemies hand and swung his boot into the thugs knee, breaking the joint. He dropped the gun, grabbed the thug and pushed him away. Hyde was standing at the back of his gang. The Phantom would have to fight his way through them all. He threw two punches at the next thugs head, breaking his nose and jaw, and threw him into a broken glass cabinet. The next one levelled his rifle in the tight space and tried to fire but the Phantom swung the bottom of his fist at the gun, knocking it out of the way as a burst of bullets tore through the cabinets, and the Phantom grabbed the man by the coat and headbutted him, knocking the thug out.
'Run!' the vigilante shouted at the captives who instantly bolted for the door.
The vigilante ran towards the rest of the gang, holding the unconcious man in front of him as a shield against the barrarge of bullets about to be unleashed on him. Bullets tore through the unconcious mans body armour killing him but the Phantom didn't care. He threw the body forwards into the next criminal who stumbled under the weight of his friends body. The mans head hit the floor so fast that he was knocked out. Two of the thugs charged the Phantom firing their weapons. The Phantom wrapped his cape around around himself as fast as lighting and crouched down. He felt the bullets beating against the cape and his armour. His cape could hold them off for a while but not forever. He quickly reached into his belt and pulled out an acid pellet. He only had four left. With a fast throw of his arm the pellet glided through the air at the leg of one of his enemies. He waited until the painful screams emerged and then attacked. Drawing his sword as he dove through the air at the pair of thugs he slashed into them. Both fell dead with slash wounds across their throats. The last two thugs between the Phantom and Hyde looked at each other nervously and shifted backwards, trying to decide if they should fight the Phantom or retreat past Hyde.
They never got a chance to decide. Hyde swung at the two of them with his machete, hacking them across the back of their necks. They didn't mean anything to Hyde. He could get more.
The Phantom glared at Hyde. The two of them starred each other down for a few seconds, the space between them only four feet.
'I know you can hear me Jekyll,' the Phantom said as he looked into Hyde's eyes. 'Fight him.'
'You know what's happened to Jekyll?' Hyde snarled.
'I know how to save him.'
Hyde barked out laughing.
'Hyde is hear to stay no matter what you pretend!'
'And I will kill Hyde so Jekyll can live.'
'I'll live on forever with Satan by my side!'
'And I'll send you to Satan.'
'And they'll never seperate Jekyll from Hyde!'
The Phantom knew this wasn't going to be an easy fight. He couldn't kill Hyde, that would risk Jekyll, and Hyde's regenerative powers would make him impossile to kill anyway. He had to imobolise Hyde long enough to inject him with the antidote.
The vigilante readied his sword and prepared to attack Hyde. The Phantom's mouth set in a calm, determined think line. Hyde was smiling with excitement at facing the Phantom.
Hyde swung first and the Phantom moved to parry the blow. Their blades met with a chink and their battle began.
...
Outside the jewelers dozens of police cars and vans had cordened off the street. Speacilist firearms officers were ready for the shoot out they knew would come about soon.
However, if any of them looked up at the buildings over them they would have noticed something silver reflecting the flashing blue lights of their cars.
Saint George watched them, waiting for the time to strike.
'Saint George can you hear me?' he heard the voice of Essex enter his ear.
'I hear you. I've identified the Phantom's location and it looks like he's fighting Hyde. Permission to engage?'
'Denied. Wait until you can get to the Phantom directly and without witnesses. The last thing we need is you being seen on TV with the Phantom.'
AN:
I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Originally I planned for Hyde and his gang to attack a pub but after what happened in Paris last month I think that wouldn't have been appropriate.
Review Response Time:
Tie Dyed Broadway: I very much like the musical and is my second favourite version of the story.
Igenlode Wordsmith: I think I may have got a bit carried away with describing Saint George's armour. Thanks for the notices about my spelling mistakes. Always let me know. By the way, there is something more dangerous than speedbumps that could defeat Hyde. Pot Holes.