Okay, then, second chapter! Hope you –
Jekyll: Chocho, have you seen that dissecting knife of mine?
No…why?
Jekyll: Those fangs that Hyde has are starting to cause a problem…
Very good. He was causing a problem with those before he left. I'm glad you finally noticed…
Jekyll: It's not that I hadn't noticed. I just realized how out of hand it had gotten when he bit me.
He bit you? What happened to make him bite you? He bites me all the time when he's mad, but…
Jekyll: I tried to confiscate his cane…
*sigh* Anyway, I don't own Jekyll and Hyde. Boo hoo. Don't I wish I owned both of them and all of the characters in the play? I don't, so don't sue me.
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Lucy gasped for breath as she burst through the door. Harry immediately looked up as she nearly hurtled into the table.
"Lucy, what's wrong? Are you alright?"
Her eyes bulged as she fervently shook her head.
"What happened? Did some git try to pull something?" he asked as he put a hand on her shoulder.
She looked up quickly at him and stared in disbelief.
"What?" she finally breathed after a pause.
"You look like you really went through something, Lucy. If anyone – "
"No! No, Harry. Nothing like that."
"Did you get mugged?"
"NO! Well…I don't know." She rubbed her temples. "I got caught in an alley…I'll just go to my room now."
"You're not going to eat?"
"No…I'm really not that hungry anymore…"
"Alright, if you're sure…if you get hungry your dinner is in the refrigerator, though."
"Thank you, Harry. Good night." Avoiding his gaze, she quickly climbed the stairs despite her tired limbs. She threw the door shut behind her as she made her way to her bed. She fell forward onto it but immediately sat up as a shock of pain swelled through her leg. She bit her lip to keep from yelling, muttering a few curse words at the same time. She rolled over, wincing from the pain, and sat up to inspect the wound. She gritted her teeth as she found that her knife had cut through her coat and slightly into her thigh. She quickly felt around her bedside table for a pencil which she fit into her mouth. She clenched on it as she took a firm hold of the handle still in her pocket, and quickly yanked it out, the pencil breaking into three pieces from the pressure of her teeth. Fighting back tears of pain and the urge to scream, Lucy hopped on her good leg over to her bathroom in search of bandages.
After cleaning it and bandaging it as best she could, she limped back to her bed. She finally collapsed onto it, but, as she realized in frustration and disbelief, there was no way that she would be able to sleep without pain shooting through her leg. She stood and limped over to her window seat. Realizing how wide awake the stab had made her; she sat down and opened the window. She glared out at the darkness in front of her as she put both her feet up. Who was that creep? He knew who she was. She desperately needed to talk to her boyfriend. Even if her mother or siblings were still alive, she wouldn't have been able to talk to any of them. Maybe if her father were still alive…of course, she wouldn't know how things would've been between them. Her mother had been right about one thing, her father's death at age eleven had scarred her, and driven her into something deep and dark, yet she couldn't quite describe it as depression.
Or was it not that she couldn't call it depression, or that she wouldn't? She shook her head, no longer wanting to think about it, and then leaned back against the wall, scowling at the black sky. Eventually she felt her eyelids begin to get heavier and heavier…
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Edward Hyde leaned against the wall beneath her bedroom. He was amazed that no one suspected anything about the man who stayed by this house. So the traitor didn't remember, no matter what he had tried to do in the short time they had talked before. He tilted his head back, his long tangled hair brushing against the cold wall. He took a long drag on a cigarette and let the smoke roll from his mouth. There was no way in hell she would believe him, especially if he just outright told her. Hm. Hell. Such a funny word for all the poor sorry idiots abiding on Earth, who could never truly understand the meaning of "being through Hell." He shut his eyes for a moment, reminiscing the horror he had been through. He opened them again and pushed off the wall, dropping his cigarette on the ground and crushing it with his heel. He slipped his hands into his pockets and began to pace slightly beneath her window.
She had run away, and he had laughed. And this time he had a reason for it; he simply found her unwillingness to remember, her fright of him, rather funny. Not that he wasn't insane, but he merely had a reason for it. Everyone had always said that he was insane, and of course, he lived for that, his insani –
His thoughts were cut off as he was plowed into the ground by a sudden heavy weight thrown into his back.
"By the devil-!" he yelled out automatically and turned as much as he could to see a lovely young woman with black curls in front of him.
"I-I'm sorry! Sir, are you alright?"
"Damn it, Lucy! Get off!"
"I can't!" she wailed. "I injured my leg earlier, and the fall just hurt it again!"
"The fall?" he repeated. He raised an eyebrow from his position on the ground. "Where did you come from?"
She looked away for a moment in embarrassment. "This'll sound weird, but I think I fell asleep with my window open. I guess I rolled out…"
"Shit, Lucy, you could be DEAD!"
"I realize that! I guess I'm lucky you broke my fall…"
"Yeah, and I guess I'M lucky that I don't think you broke my back!" He struggled beneath her again. "Would you GET OFF?"
"I said I CAN'T!"
"Jeez, is it that big of a deal?" He grabbed her by the shoulders, lifted her up and pushed her aside. "You could've just rolled off." He stood and brushed the dust off his clothes. He looked up to see Lucy sitting and holding her leg, her lip bleeding she was biting down on it so hard.
"What's the matter with you, Lucy?"
"How the hell do you know me?"
He narrowed his eyes. "I'm ASKING if you're alright. Now will you answer or are you just going to bitch about me knowing you?"
There was a pause as she averted her gaze.
"I-I think my leg's broken. It must've broken when I hit you."
He sighed and stepped over to her. "Looks like you'll be coming with me, then."
"WHAT?"
"Well you can't very bloody well do anything else, now can you? You can't make it back up to your room, and even if you could there's no way you'd be able to fix a broken leg up there. You obviously can't stay here, since your memory is being faulty and won't give you enough information about living on the streets, especially with a broken leg. So I guess you can just come with me."
"But-but…can't you just take me to a hospital?"
"No. You're coming with me."
He bent over, grabbed her by the waist, and plunked her roughly over his shoulder.
"Ouch! Watch the leg!"
"Does it look like I care?"
"No, but I was kind of hoping for a better way to be carried than you holding my ass."
"Too bad. This is how I'm carrying you."
There was a short silence as he began to walk. Then Lucy spoke up.
"Do you mind if I sleep? I'm really tired, and falling out my window wasn't exactly the best way to wake – "
"Yes," he cut her off. "Yes, I mind."
"You realize that despite what you say, I won't be able to help falling asleep, right?"
He made a sort of growling noise in his throat. "I would drop you and leave you here, broken leg or not, but my business with a certain turncoat prevents me from it."
"Mm-hm…" she nodded sleepily, her eyelids getting heavier and heavier, her heartbeat soon matching the rhythmic bouncing of his walk…
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Harry glanced out the window of his bedroom wistfully as he often did when things kept him in there for too long. He nearly did a double take and leapt up to the window. He shook his head. It was just some couple, the girl asleep over the boy's shoulder. He sighed and was about to return to his seat, but heard something crash downstairs, and so continued to the door. He flew down the stairs, only to find a shattered plate and a small dog sniffing around it. He sighed.
"Damn stray…" He was about to shoo the dog out, when he remembered how lonely Lucy had been. The dog was perfectly healthy, if a little thin, and it would give Lucy some company. He smiled to himself as he opened the refrigerator for her meal. He could deliver that at the same time as the dog. And maybe if he made her happy, she would see him as something more than just a boy who lived at the house she stayed at. Maybe she would think of him…he shook his head and brushed the thought away. With the plate of food in one had and the dog under his other arm, he made his way up the stairs. Once he was in front of her door, her set down the dog – who started sniffing around immediately – and knocked on her door. After a bit of silence, he assumed that she was asleep. He quietly opened the door a crack.
"Lucy?" He opened it wider and stepped inside, the mutt following behind. Then he caught sight of the blood staining the bed sheets as well as the floor and gasped, dropping the plate. He followed the small trail of dripped blood and back to the bed, then to the window – which still sat open. He ran to the window and looked out. Then it hit him. The two he had seen earlier weren't a couple! The girl was unconscious. The girl had been attacked and kidnapped.
The girl was Lucy.
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And I think I'll just leave it there.
Lucy: But that's a HORRIBLE stoppin' place, Cho! It's a cliff'anger!
That's sorta the point, Lucy.
Lucy: But I wanna know what 'appens!
How can you not know what happens? You live in my head!
Lucy: Can you do me the favor cuz I'm no longer out to kill a certain someone?
The only reason you're not out to kill him is because Hyde came back. It has absolutely nothing to do with this.
Hyde: Chocho, I read the rest of the script. It sucks.
Whoever said I wanted your input? You live off of insults!
Lucy: Oooh! You 'ave the script? Can I see?
Hyde: Don't forget I live off evil and insanity. And many other things…but all those are key ingredients of what makes the world go 'round.
I always thought that was love and peace or something that made the world go 'round.
Imp: You told me it was cheese!
…How did you get that again? Never mind, I don't want to know.
Hyde: You've got it all wrong. It's evil and insanity.
Forget the stupid debate! I have poor readers on the line! Or I did anyway. If I don't anymore it's your fault! Anyway, if you're still there, please review my fic, and ignore the idiots in the background who are doing odd things. Particularly the one at the plant. Hyde, get away from the plant! You're going to kill it!
Hyde: Feh.
Where'd you learn that?
Hyde: That guy with the dog ears who stops by now and again…oh no, there's Jekyll. He's been running at me with a dissecting knife all day…
Oh, yeah, I'm afraid I had something to do with that. What am I saying? Of course I had something to do with that! And proud of it! …anyway, "Remember: Read & Review!" Thanks a bunch!
~Chocho-chan and all of us here at the Red Rat