I was kind of surprised when I checked my e-mail this morning and
found all of these reviews. But the bad news is, now I have to respond to
all of them!
To Mina: It pleases me that you are so curious about Batsie's assignment. Unfortunately, you're going to have to wait until it comes out in the story.
To Lucien (for chapter 7): I wrote this story at Panzergal's request, and Panzergal hasn't yet complained about there being no Hyde in the story. Also, yes, the thermometer is broken. Mina's fever was so high it broke the thermometer. That's one of the reasons Jekyll has decided to*use it*, if you know what I mean.
To Lucien (for chapter 8): "Torture him all you want?" I can't do that to Jekyll! That's why he's being poisoned, so he doesn't have to suffer through torture!
To Graymoon74 (for chapter 4): "Recycle" Mina? I'm sorry, but that phrase just brought up some bad pictures in my mind. It sounds like you want me to be cannibalistic and have the members of the League eat her now that she's dead. I can resurrect her, sure, but not "recycle" her.
To Graymoon74 (for chapter 5): You can be assured that if Mina stays dead, she will have one of the nicest burials in history. Guaranteed.
To Graymoon74 (for chapter 6): You're right about there being no resurrection if Mina is chopped up. That's why Batsie said not to cut her head off until the moment she's being buried in the ground.
To Graymoon74 (for chapter 7): I can. That's why I'm toying with the notion of killing Jekyll as well : )
To Graymoon74 (for chapter 8): There will be no limbs removed from Mina in this story. That I can promise you! I'm glad you like my story.
To Clez: *takes out two miniature handkerchiefs and hands one to Tom plushie, one to Jekyll plushie* here you go, little guys. I know it's hard, but this will all be over soon. Help is on the way.
*
It was late in the evening, and Jekyll sat at the kitchen table with a cup of tea (not poisoned, thankfully.) After hours of deliberation, he decided that he was still going to kill himself, but later. He didn't want to be interrupted again.
Jekyll checked his silver pocket watch and realized that it was eleven at night. Around three in the morning, he'd take a walk around the Nautilus, and if everybody was still asleep, he'd poison himself then. But right now, he was sitting at the kitchen table with a small cup of tea and a large bout of insomnia. He was still guilty about what he had done to Mina.
And then there was Batsie. There was something about her that didn't seem quite right. She had incredible beauty that had even paralyzed Nemo. It was almost as if she wasn't quite human. Well, knowing McCane and his taste in women, she probably WASN'T human.
Jekyll wondered where McCane even met all of these strange and exotic women, anyway. If there was anything Jekyll wanted in the world, it was a wife. A wife that loved him for what he was. A wife that didn't mind Hyde at all. Maybe McCane could fix him up with a wife.
If she wasn't a vampire, that is. He didn't want to run the risk of letting her die if she came down with the vampire flu.
Jekyll was still thinking about Mina and marriage when he heard footsteps come into the kitchen. The footsteps were soft and gentle. It was probably Batsie herself.
Jekyll looked up, expecting to see a perfectly permed and refreshed woman with skin the color of fresh milk, wearing a beautiful beaded white nightgown and slender ballet slippers, but that's not what he saw.
What he saw instead was Mina Harker, wearing a large burgundy bathrobe.
Jekyll was so shocked to see her that he completely forgot about what she was doing there in the first place, and instead, focused upon her burgundy bathrobe. "That's not what we buried you in!" he gasped.
"Whad?" asked Mina, apparently with a stuffed nose. "Whed did you eber bury be?" ("What? When did you ever bury me?")
"Well, we didn't exactly bury you yet, we just laid you in a coffin. Mina, that's not even what you were wearing yesterday when you died!"
"Whed did I die?" asked Mina, confused. "Jekyll, I'be just beed asleep." ("When did I die? Jekyll, I've just been asleep!")
"You died yesterday. The day before yesterday, rather. You died right in my arms, Mina! I was about to kill myself because you died!"
Mina just stared at him, her jaw practically to the floor. There was a long silence. "Dodctor Jekyll, I think thad's the bost ridiculous thidg you'b eber said. Eber. You gabe be a sleepig potion, rebeber? I'be beed asleep this whole tibe." ("Doctor Jekyll, that's the most ridiculous thing you've ever said. Ever. You gave me a sleeping potion, remember? I've been asleep this whole time.")
"Mina, you're very delirious," Jekyll said, getting up and going over to her. He put a hand upon her forehead. "That fever must be at least one hundred and seven now. I want to know how you suddenly rose from the dead and are now walking in this kitchen. By the way, why are you in the kitchen to begin with?"
"I cabe to ged a glass of oradge juice. By flu boved from by stobach to by head. I cad barely breathe." ("I came to get a glass of orange juice. My flu moved from my stomach to my head. I can barely breathe.") Mina sniffed, reached into the pocket of the large burgundy bathrobe, pulled out a white handkerchief, and blew her nose.
"Okay, Mina. That's it. We're putting you back to bed. I don't know how you rose from the dead. In fact, I don't think I want to know. I just want you back in bed. Then I'm making myself a nice, powerful sleeping potion and knocking myself out for the next couple of days. When I wake up, I'll just ask somebody why you're alive again, and then maybe this will make a lot more sense."
Mina blew her nose a second time. Now her head was cleared, and she could talk through an unplugged nose again. "You know, Henry, I think you've caught my flu. I think YOU'RE the one who's delirious. I feel perfectly fine. I just have a slight fever and a terrible head cold. You're the one who probably feels awful."
"ONLY a slight fever and a terrible head cold? Mina, that cold could turn into pneumonia if it's not treated properly."
Mina wasn't listening to him. "Henry, I haven't been dead, and nobody's built me a coffin. Period. I've just been asleep for the past two days. You even gave me the sleeping potion yourself. It was one of those powerful 48-hour ones, remember?"
Jekyll ignored her question. Of course he didn't remember. "When you woke up tonight, where were you?"
"In bed, of course!!!"
"What were you wearing? I've never seen that bathrobe before in my life, especially not on you."
"I was wearing my brown knit nightgown, the same thing I was wearing when you put me to sleep. This bathrobe is McCane's ex-wife's. Actually, she told me it's her husband's, but he never wears it, so she borrows it a lot."
"How did you get it from her?"
"I was walking here to the kitchen, and she saw me without a robe on, so she lent me this one. She said I shouldn't be walking through the drafty corridors without a robe if I have a head cold. Why all of these questions?"
"Mina, you were dead!!! Skinner, Sawyer, Nemo, McCane, his ex-wife, AND I all saw you in your coffin no more than five hours ago."
"Henry, I haven't the faintest idea what you are talking about!" Mina put her hand to Henry's head. "Hmm. You don't seem to have a fever. Does your head hurt in any way, Henry? Do you feel dizzy at all?"
"Mina, you're the one who's sick, not me!!!" At that moment, Mina sneezed explosively, causing Jekyll to further prove his point. "See?"
"Henry, you're not well if you think I've been dead, because I haven't. Come on, I'll get my orange juice later. We're taking you to bed right away."
"No, Mina. I'm going to get to the bottom of this. You were dead, and I have witnesses. I'm going to ask them right now." With that statement, Jekyll walked out the kitchen door and slammed it shut. No dead woman was going to make a fool out of him. He was going to get to the bottom of this if it was the last thing he did.
It wouldn't have been as strange if Mina had woken up in her coffin, wearing Batsie's white dress. After all, vampires were undead, weren't they? Even if they died in illness, they were supposed to be undead. But she had woken up in bed. Wearing her usual nightgown. Claiming she had been asleep. And she had a head cold, too! If Mina had been dead and rose in her coffin, she wouldn't have the head cold. Either she would be completely better, or she would still have that stomach flu.
Meanwhile, back in the kitchen, Mina was pouring herself a glass of orange juice. Thank goodness her stomach was all better. She needed vitamin C if she was going to beat this awful cold.
Mina sniffled and sneezed, pulled the thick robe tighter around her, picked up her glass of orange juice, and started back to her room. "I should have gone after Henry," she thought to herself. "Nobody that delirious should be allowed out of bed."
But Mina needed to get back to bed herself if she was ever going to get well. She figured that Nemo, Sawyer, and the others would take care of Jekyll themselves. Everyone had seen Mina asleep in bed. On her way to the kitchen, everyone had asked her if she had had enough sleep and if her stomach was feeling better. Everyone had offered to give her vitamin tablets, cough syrup, or extra handkerchiefs for her cold. Nemo even had a vapor machine that he wanted to put in her room, so the warm vapor could clear her head.
Mina hoped Henry Jekyll would be okay. She didn't know if non- vampires could get the vampire flu, but if they could, she sure hoped the others put Jekyll to bed right away.
*
I have summaries of all the remaining chapters outlined. So, I know what's going to happen to everybody, and the rest of you don't! Ha! (Sorry to be mean, but it's nice to have a sense of power as a writer.) By the way, nothing can change my mind, either. What happens will happen.
~ Alisonia
To Mina: It pleases me that you are so curious about Batsie's assignment. Unfortunately, you're going to have to wait until it comes out in the story.
To Lucien (for chapter 7): I wrote this story at Panzergal's request, and Panzergal hasn't yet complained about there being no Hyde in the story. Also, yes, the thermometer is broken. Mina's fever was so high it broke the thermometer. That's one of the reasons Jekyll has decided to*use it*, if you know what I mean.
To Lucien (for chapter 8): "Torture him all you want?" I can't do that to Jekyll! That's why he's being poisoned, so he doesn't have to suffer through torture!
To Graymoon74 (for chapter 4): "Recycle" Mina? I'm sorry, but that phrase just brought up some bad pictures in my mind. It sounds like you want me to be cannibalistic and have the members of the League eat her now that she's dead. I can resurrect her, sure, but not "recycle" her.
To Graymoon74 (for chapter 5): You can be assured that if Mina stays dead, she will have one of the nicest burials in history. Guaranteed.
To Graymoon74 (for chapter 6): You're right about there being no resurrection if Mina is chopped up. That's why Batsie said not to cut her head off until the moment she's being buried in the ground.
To Graymoon74 (for chapter 7): I can. That's why I'm toying with the notion of killing Jekyll as well : )
To Graymoon74 (for chapter 8): There will be no limbs removed from Mina in this story. That I can promise you! I'm glad you like my story.
To Clez: *takes out two miniature handkerchiefs and hands one to Tom plushie, one to Jekyll plushie* here you go, little guys. I know it's hard, but this will all be over soon. Help is on the way.
*
It was late in the evening, and Jekyll sat at the kitchen table with a cup of tea (not poisoned, thankfully.) After hours of deliberation, he decided that he was still going to kill himself, but later. He didn't want to be interrupted again.
Jekyll checked his silver pocket watch and realized that it was eleven at night. Around three in the morning, he'd take a walk around the Nautilus, and if everybody was still asleep, he'd poison himself then. But right now, he was sitting at the kitchen table with a small cup of tea and a large bout of insomnia. He was still guilty about what he had done to Mina.
And then there was Batsie. There was something about her that didn't seem quite right. She had incredible beauty that had even paralyzed Nemo. It was almost as if she wasn't quite human. Well, knowing McCane and his taste in women, she probably WASN'T human.
Jekyll wondered where McCane even met all of these strange and exotic women, anyway. If there was anything Jekyll wanted in the world, it was a wife. A wife that loved him for what he was. A wife that didn't mind Hyde at all. Maybe McCane could fix him up with a wife.
If she wasn't a vampire, that is. He didn't want to run the risk of letting her die if she came down with the vampire flu.
Jekyll was still thinking about Mina and marriage when he heard footsteps come into the kitchen. The footsteps were soft and gentle. It was probably Batsie herself.
Jekyll looked up, expecting to see a perfectly permed and refreshed woman with skin the color of fresh milk, wearing a beautiful beaded white nightgown and slender ballet slippers, but that's not what he saw.
What he saw instead was Mina Harker, wearing a large burgundy bathrobe.
Jekyll was so shocked to see her that he completely forgot about what she was doing there in the first place, and instead, focused upon her burgundy bathrobe. "That's not what we buried you in!" he gasped.
"Whad?" asked Mina, apparently with a stuffed nose. "Whed did you eber bury be?" ("What? When did you ever bury me?")
"Well, we didn't exactly bury you yet, we just laid you in a coffin. Mina, that's not even what you were wearing yesterday when you died!"
"Whed did I die?" asked Mina, confused. "Jekyll, I'be just beed asleep." ("When did I die? Jekyll, I've just been asleep!")
"You died yesterday. The day before yesterday, rather. You died right in my arms, Mina! I was about to kill myself because you died!"
Mina just stared at him, her jaw practically to the floor. There was a long silence. "Dodctor Jekyll, I think thad's the bost ridiculous thidg you'b eber said. Eber. You gabe be a sleepig potion, rebeber? I'be beed asleep this whole tibe." ("Doctor Jekyll, that's the most ridiculous thing you've ever said. Ever. You gave me a sleeping potion, remember? I've been asleep this whole time.")
"Mina, you're very delirious," Jekyll said, getting up and going over to her. He put a hand upon her forehead. "That fever must be at least one hundred and seven now. I want to know how you suddenly rose from the dead and are now walking in this kitchen. By the way, why are you in the kitchen to begin with?"
"I cabe to ged a glass of oradge juice. By flu boved from by stobach to by head. I cad barely breathe." ("I came to get a glass of orange juice. My flu moved from my stomach to my head. I can barely breathe.") Mina sniffed, reached into the pocket of the large burgundy bathrobe, pulled out a white handkerchief, and blew her nose.
"Okay, Mina. That's it. We're putting you back to bed. I don't know how you rose from the dead. In fact, I don't think I want to know. I just want you back in bed. Then I'm making myself a nice, powerful sleeping potion and knocking myself out for the next couple of days. When I wake up, I'll just ask somebody why you're alive again, and then maybe this will make a lot more sense."
Mina blew her nose a second time. Now her head was cleared, and she could talk through an unplugged nose again. "You know, Henry, I think you've caught my flu. I think YOU'RE the one who's delirious. I feel perfectly fine. I just have a slight fever and a terrible head cold. You're the one who probably feels awful."
"ONLY a slight fever and a terrible head cold? Mina, that cold could turn into pneumonia if it's not treated properly."
Mina wasn't listening to him. "Henry, I haven't been dead, and nobody's built me a coffin. Period. I've just been asleep for the past two days. You even gave me the sleeping potion yourself. It was one of those powerful 48-hour ones, remember?"
Jekyll ignored her question. Of course he didn't remember. "When you woke up tonight, where were you?"
"In bed, of course!!!"
"What were you wearing? I've never seen that bathrobe before in my life, especially not on you."
"I was wearing my brown knit nightgown, the same thing I was wearing when you put me to sleep. This bathrobe is McCane's ex-wife's. Actually, she told me it's her husband's, but he never wears it, so she borrows it a lot."
"How did you get it from her?"
"I was walking here to the kitchen, and she saw me without a robe on, so she lent me this one. She said I shouldn't be walking through the drafty corridors without a robe if I have a head cold. Why all of these questions?"
"Mina, you were dead!!! Skinner, Sawyer, Nemo, McCane, his ex-wife, AND I all saw you in your coffin no more than five hours ago."
"Henry, I haven't the faintest idea what you are talking about!" Mina put her hand to Henry's head. "Hmm. You don't seem to have a fever. Does your head hurt in any way, Henry? Do you feel dizzy at all?"
"Mina, you're the one who's sick, not me!!!" At that moment, Mina sneezed explosively, causing Jekyll to further prove his point. "See?"
"Henry, you're not well if you think I've been dead, because I haven't. Come on, I'll get my orange juice later. We're taking you to bed right away."
"No, Mina. I'm going to get to the bottom of this. You were dead, and I have witnesses. I'm going to ask them right now." With that statement, Jekyll walked out the kitchen door and slammed it shut. No dead woman was going to make a fool out of him. He was going to get to the bottom of this if it was the last thing he did.
It wouldn't have been as strange if Mina had woken up in her coffin, wearing Batsie's white dress. After all, vampires were undead, weren't they? Even if they died in illness, they were supposed to be undead. But she had woken up in bed. Wearing her usual nightgown. Claiming she had been asleep. And she had a head cold, too! If Mina had been dead and rose in her coffin, she wouldn't have the head cold. Either she would be completely better, or she would still have that stomach flu.
Meanwhile, back in the kitchen, Mina was pouring herself a glass of orange juice. Thank goodness her stomach was all better. She needed vitamin C if she was going to beat this awful cold.
Mina sniffled and sneezed, pulled the thick robe tighter around her, picked up her glass of orange juice, and started back to her room. "I should have gone after Henry," she thought to herself. "Nobody that delirious should be allowed out of bed."
But Mina needed to get back to bed herself if she was ever going to get well. She figured that Nemo, Sawyer, and the others would take care of Jekyll themselves. Everyone had seen Mina asleep in bed. On her way to the kitchen, everyone had asked her if she had had enough sleep and if her stomach was feeling better. Everyone had offered to give her vitamin tablets, cough syrup, or extra handkerchiefs for her cold. Nemo even had a vapor machine that he wanted to put in her room, so the warm vapor could clear her head.
Mina hoped Henry Jekyll would be okay. She didn't know if non- vampires could get the vampire flu, but if they could, she sure hoped the others put Jekyll to bed right away.
*
I have summaries of all the remaining chapters outlined. So, I know what's going to happen to everybody, and the rest of you don't! Ha! (Sorry to be mean, but it's nice to have a sense of power as a writer.) By the way, nothing can change my mind, either. What happens will happen.
~ Alisonia
