A few nights later Jekyll burst into Mina's room, his hair a wild mess and his clothes torn and hanging. He breathed heavily as if he had just run around the whole ship. Spit dripped from his mouth, leaving long trails all the way down to the carpet at his booted feet. He smiled, but his eyes showed anger. His eyebrows looked heavy, so protruding that they seemed to be blocking his sight.

"Where's…" he still had grumbling traces of Hyde in his voice, "my watch?"

Mina clutched a large beaker to her breast and eyed the door to her right. Was Dorian hearing this? She looked back at the brooding beast in her doorway. Gently she took off her glasses as she corked a few of the test tubes and beakers out in front of her on the small, antique table. She couldn't have them slopping about if this situation got out of hand. And from the looks of Jekyll, this moment was already a bit worrisome.

"I don't know what you're talking about." She said. She could feel her whole body going numb as he stood there breathing heavily and staring at her. She saw twitches going on all over his face, but what alarmed her the most was the stretching of muscles she could hear just below his skin. She was sure she even heard the awful popping of some cartilage.

He moved closer, his neck enlarging so that now the veins throbbed against the surface, his eyes rolling back in his head. He groaned as his hands filled out and dropped to the floor to drag.

"Where is it?" he screamed as he slammed into her dresser, throwing it to the other side of the room. It hit the wall, shattering in a million pieces. The mirror let loose large shards of glass that struck the mattress of the bed and bounced off to the floor.

She stood up, the beaker still clutched to her chest, her feet moving her quickly to the bed, "I don't have it."

He had now lumbered over to the bed. His whole body was shaking, "I know you took it!" he grabbed the mattress and pulled it out from under her causing her to quickly move off the bed. Now she was running toward the door.

Behind her she heard something rip, then the whole floor was vibrating with his footfalls. She could feel him right behind her. His hot breath on her neck.

She saw a hand come down on her right side, slamming into a small desk there, breaking it down to just the top laying on the floor, "Please Jekyll, stop this madness!" she screamed as she threw open the door to the hallway, "HELP!" She yelled. It echoed off the walls of the empty corridor, swinging around at the end to come screaming back at her.

Reaching out with swollen hands, he grabbed her with his tight grip and threw her back into the room. She hit her chemical cabinet, her back breaking the glass. The top of the hutch fell forward against her body and bottles began to tumble down upon her.

"You can't kill me you beast of hell." She said viciously as she grabbed one of the falling jars and threw it at his face. The top popped off against his nose and the liquid inside sloshed out and over his cheeks and eyes. Some of the chemical flooded his nostrils. She saw him hit at his nose as if that would help get the horrid mixture out. Now his large frame reeled back in pain, his skin looking red and tortured.

He backed up, his enormous build blocking out the lights in the room as he stumbled around clutching at his big face. He roared and shook, "Give me the watch!"

"Jekyll!" she screamed so loudly that she was sure someone had to have heard her. Slowly, as Hyde bashed about the room, she sunk to the floor. She closed her eyes and breathed in a deep breath. Suddenly she could feel the gentle throbbing of her fangs in her mouth. She moaned lightly as she stood up. Here was her power leading her to fight, but she wasn't so sure that she could take him down. She knew she would have to be quick and cut deep.

Pitching her head back she roared and then she pounced on Hyde's back. But she slipped, falling slowly to the floor, her hands grabbing for his large arms but not being able to hold on to the massive muscles there.

She was slipping still as he moved about. Now her hands clutched at his legs as her rear neared the floor. She was desperately trying to trip him now.

Seconds later, as she feel to the floor at his feet, he stopped. His head angled toward the ceiling as if he had just heard someone whisper his name. He walked to the other side by the crushed table, his head turning this way and that way. What was he hearing?

And then, as she stood, her hand reaching in back of her for Dorian's doorknob, Hyde turned and she could see the caring eyes of Jekyll staring out at her from his bloated face.

"Mina?" he questioned as he began to jolt about, his body shrinking. The veins and cartilage subsiding back to normal size. Finally, sweaty and exhausted, he fell to the floor. Before closing his eyes he looked at her one more time, "I think I've killed someone."