A/N: Well, here's another fic. Yay for me. "Don't sound so down-'earted, Cho. You've got another fic up!" *raises eyebrow* It just wouldn't be the same for me to ask you not to be so LIGHT-hearted, now would it? "No…I don' think it would…" But I guess you have a reason to be happy, you're in this one! In fact, almost all of you voices are in this one…but you're the main character, Luce, so you have a right to be happy. "I'm not the ONLY main character, Cho…" fine, I give your boyfriend half-credit, cuz he's not as much of a main character as you. Anyway, DISCLAIMER! I do not own Jekyll and Hyde, sadly, nor do I own the voices in my head – if anything they own me – since most of them are FROM the Jekyll and Hyde cast, so therefore, I do not own them. I'm not making any profit off of any of this. I promise you. "Promise who?" The reader, Luce, the reader! And any people who might happen to actually own this instead of me… anyway, another fic pushing off shore onto another insane journey that I put these poor characters through!
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She leaned against him. She was at peace, and yet, something seemed oddly out of place. Something was wrong, she could sense it. Suddenly she felt an abrupt pain in her back as the knife cut through her skin. She screamed, and then again as he twisted the knife. She fell off of the large bed and started crawling along the floor, trying to escape. He grabbed her by her hair and pulled her up to face him. She stared as her betrayer laughed cruelly and slit her throat. Her vision blurred for a moment as he let her fall. He laughed again and left the room. Her vision blurred once more and her eyes slowly shut. Her last sight was her own blood pooling around her. Blood…so much blood…
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Lucy awoke to find herself nearly strangled by her blankets.
"Lucy! LUCY!" She looked to see a brown-haired young man standing above her. "Lucy, are you alright?" Then, as her memories from the past few days registered, she remembered just who it was that was standing over her.
"Harry!" she gasped, finding herself out of breath.
"Lucy, are you alright? You were screaming!"
"I-I was? I'm sorry, Harry, I think I was just having a nightmare."
"Regular nightmares don't make people scream in their sleep, Lucy. Are you sure you're alright?"
"I'm fine. Thank you, though." He nodded and left the room. Lucy glanced around her new bedroom from her odd position on her bed. The nightmare started to fade from her mind, but she could remember that it was so frightening…and it was becoming more frequent. Although she could never quite remember the dream in full detail, she knew it was the one from before. The nightmare had haunted her for years, but she still couldn't remember all that it was about. She tried and tried to remember it, but it wouldn't come. She could remember…blood…everywhere. And…betrayal…but from whom? She had a sudden flash of memory of the man's face. So it was a man…but she didn't recognize his face.
"I have got to stop watching those horror movies before bed…" she muttered aloud to herself. She stood and walked over to her window. London appeared to already be busy, so she assumed that the day had already started. The different time zones were very confusing, so her sleeping cycle was completely off. She usually slept later than this, except for the nights that she had the horrible nightmare. Despite the fact that it was summer, she shivered in the cool England air. She then turned to her dresser, got dressed in a t-shirt and jeans, and went barefoot down the stairs. She yawned slightly as she muttered a "Good morning" to the woman standing at the coffee maker and the man sitting reading the paper.
"Good morning, Lucy. Are you alright? We heard you yelling, but Harry got there first," the woman replied to the salutation.
"I'm fine. Just a nightmare…"
Lucy numbly served herself some breakfast (while muttering a response to the question of breakfast at noon) and then retreated back into her room. It would be a while before she got used to the people here and came out of her room for anything besides bathroom and meals. She flopped back on her bed. I really should get out, she told herself, I'm in a completely different place now, and I should see if I can get to know people before school starts. Despite her thoughts, she let her eyes close as a wave of sleepiness washed over her.
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She blinked. Where was she? And what was she wearing? She found herself stepping off of what appeared to be some sort of stage in her skimpy costume toward a young man sitting at a small table. She sat across from him. She talked with him, and yet she couldn't understand what he was saying, not even what she herself was saying. The inaudible words seemed to come from her mouth without her actually thinking about them. The man handed her something, and she was finally able to hear his speech.
"If you ever need a friend…" he was saying as he handed her something small. It appeared to be a business card. She stared at it. For some reason the letters didn't seem familiar, as if it were in a different language – a different alphabet altogether. She thanked him and he left with another man who seemed about his age. She looked after the first man wistfully, until things began to fade.
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Lucy sat up. Must've fallen asleep, she mused. Suddenly something caught her eye outside her window. She stood quickly to find a person seemingly staring at her from the street, who quickly turned away into an alley. Her heartbeat quickened. Who was that? Then she shook her head, scolding herself. Whoever it had been was probably just looking at something in the sky near her window, but not at her. After all, she had been in bed, and no one could have seen her unless they were really trying, only if they knew that she was there.
Nevertheless, she slowly slipped her hand into her pocket, feeling the reassuring coolness of her large pocket knife. She went over to a hook on her wall where her coat hung. As she looked at it she got a short memory of when she had bought it nearly a year ago.
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"You bought a trench coat? Lucy, you keep getting farther and farther away, and more and more sucked into your friends! What's going on, Lucy? You aren't telling me anything anymore!" her mother raved.
"Gee, I'm sorry that I didn't want to freeze to death and bought myself a coat."
"That's not all that's the problem, and you know it! You keep coming back late, where have you been?"
"Just out with my friends, Mom, it's really not that big of a deal."
"I beg to differ, Lucy, since as I've seen you with your boyfriend and seen his car drop you off many times, now! I told you to stay away from him!"
"Why do you ask me questions that you already know the answer to?" Lucy glared at her mother and then turned to go up the stairs.
"LUCY!" her mother shouted.
"What?"
"Look, I know you're still upset about your father's death, but this is NOT the way to react to it!"
"Mom, he died four years ago, who's to say that I'm still upset about it? And what does he have to do with this, anyway?"
"After your father died, you became depressed, don't you remember? And then you started hanging out with THEM!"
"What do you have against my friends? What is wrong with them?"
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Lucy closed her eyes, not wanting to relive the rest of the memory of the screaming fight that they had had afterward. They were usually such a peaceful family, at least compared to some of the things she heard at school. But sometimes she wondered if her rebellion against her late mother and all the strange turns her life had taken had something to do with being the eldest of six kids. She shook her head and slipped her coat on. Despite all the hard times they had gone through, she missed her mother, but she also missed her friends, and her mother's death didn't change her dedication to her boyfriend. She hoped to write him or maybe call him soon. He had told her to keep the coat which he had bought as a memoir of him.
As she walked down the hall she moved her knife from her jeans pocket and into her coat pocket. She passed Harry on her way out.
"Where are you going?" he asked, cocking an eyebrow and looking her up and down.
"Just…out," she said simply after a moment.
"It's starting to get late, though. Are you sure?"
"Late?" She raised her eyebrows. "What time is it?"
"It's nine o'clock. Oh, and by the way, mum put your dinner in the refrigerator. You were sleeping again, so we didn't think we should disturb you…"
"I slept THAT LONG?"
"Well, the time zones are different, and your flight here from California was probably pretty long, so we can understand if you're tired."
Lucy smiled. "Thanks, then. I'll eat when I get back. I'm just going to go out for a bit." She smiled once more and left.
She walked briskly along the sidewalk, not really thinking of any destination, just walking. She jerked her head at a sudden movement at the corner of her eye. She glanced down the alleyway where the movement seemed to have come from, and where a loud crash followed by a loud curse sounded. Her heartbeat quickened again.
"Is someone there?" Lucy called out, followed by silence. She slowly crept into the alley. She realized a moment too late what a stupid move this was as someone stepped out of shadows behind her. She spun around to be met with a man leering down at her. He seemed oddly familiar. She blinked a few times. Finally the words tumbled out of her mouth.
"I know you, don't I?" This made the man laugh suddenly.
"If you knew what you were asking, dear Lucy, you wouldn't be asking it." Her eyes grew large at the mention of her name. "What? You didn't think I would remember you? Maybe," he paused, "maybe you DO know exactly what you're asking."
"What are you talking about?" Lucy finally managed to say.
"Let me answer your first question for you. You knew me once, but after tonight, you will never forget me."
"What? Who are you?"
"Another wonderful answer to your own question. You DON'T know who I am. Odd, I would have remembered if I had betrayed someone like you did."
"I don't know you! How could you possibly know about me 'betraying someone' as you say if I don't even know about it?"
He began to walk a circle around her. "You should know who I am, Lucy. I'm amazed that you didn't recognize me on sight." He leaned against the alley wall. "If you want to run, go right ahead. It won't do you any good, though. Now that I know that you're here, too, I can find you."
Suddenly something dawned on Lucy. "I-It was you! You were watching me this morning!"
He smiled, sending chills up her spine. "Yes, Lucy, it was me. Actually it was this afternoon that you finally noticed me, but yes, I had been watching you since this morning. Good observation. And yet, you still can't connect a thing. You even look exactly like you did then." He reached forward and touched her black curls. Lucy immediately involuntarily shivered as she shied away. He smiled again. "And you're so much the same in every way. I'm just glad to look the same way I did before. And yet, none of this registers ANYTHING to you?" He stepped forward and caressed her face, looking thoughtful for a moment, and then grinned, and insane look in his eyes. Lucy's eyes grew large once again, and then she turned and ran. She could hear laughter echoing behind her as she sped away.
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A/N: Alright, so now that that has officially started – "Cho, where're the cookies?" What? "Imp wants one!" oh, for a second I thought Hyde had come back… "Would that really be so dreadful?" Yes, Lucy, it would. "What made you think that he had come back?" Need I remind you of the cookie incident? "ohhhh…right. Do you know where the cookies are, though?" They're on the counter! Anyway, now that this fic has been officially started, I hope you like it, and please always have the 3 R's somewhere floating around your brain that is most likely not all shriveled from voices like mine is, "Remember: Read and Review!" Thanks if you've read this!
~Chocho-chan