Again, I'm so sorry about the lack of updating, but school has been
really brutal. It's a good thing that I'm going to be on break for the next
week!! Anyway, here are the review replies:
To Etcetera Kit (for chapter 12): Wow. Your review has got to be the longest one I've ever received. I've read it, analyzed it, and reviewed all of your points. But this is how I think about it...when Mina is in love (in my story anyway,) she kind of gets screwed up in the head. She loses her cool and dreams of baking for Dr. Jekyll. And, I agree! Let's kill that S-O- B!!!!!!
To Etcetera Kit (for chapter 13): Yeah, I agree. When Hyde's drunk, he is a big baby, isn't he?
To Dr. Griffin: You know, if you had given me that idea earlier, I would have used it!! But I already have a plan for where the story is going. Thank you so much for your idea, and I repeat, it's okay that you used my joke.
To galabalesh: Yeah, I kind of did have writer's block for a little while. But I just love writing about Dr. Jekyll; he's my favorite character. Dorian's my least favorite character. I plan to get rid of him.
To Graymoon74: Hyde? Get into trouble? NEVER! (If I were speaking to you, you'd hear the sarcasm in my voice!)
To ares: Wow, I've never been called a genius three times in a row before! Thank you, thank you, thank you!
To MisSEsmADhATTer: I know, I know...I don't drink either. Believe it or not, I'm too young.
Here's Chapter 14! (Again, sorry to keep you all waiting!)
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With both wrists chained to the wall behind him, Dorian Gray lifted his head from his cell in the Nautilus' dungeon. How could he have been so stupid? He should have worn a disguise or something, so the crewmen and Nemo wouldn't have recognized him. That way, when he had been brought in to face Nemo, he could have just broken free from the crewmen, grabbed Mina, and escaped.
But he was going to get out of here. There was no doubt about that. They couldn't keep him locked down here forever.
Could they?
Dorian growled and vowed to himself that when he got out, the members of the League were going to be sorry they ever tortured Dorian Gray by locking him up in the dungeon. They were all going to pay...every single one of them, even those new people: the man who had stood up for Mina, and the albino woman that had made fun of his hair.
"She was just jealous," Dorian told himself, a smug look on his face as he thought. He twisted his head so he could check his reflection in the shiny metal of the chains that were binding his hands to the wall. His hair was beautiful. Hers was all white and thick and...well, definitely not as pretty as his.
Dorian heard footsteps in the distance and growled again. It was probably one of them, coming downstairs to gawk at him. Once again, one of these days, they were all going to be sorry.
But it wasn't a member of the League. It was a tall man with piercing blue eyes, wearing a black peacoat and carrying a cane topped with a silver wolf's head.
Oh, God.
"Simon Linoge?" croaked Dorian curiously. His voice was weak from having not used it in a while. It was incredibly lonely down here in the dungeons.
"Dorian Gray," said Simon with disdain, shaking his head at him. "My, my. What a bad boy you have been."
Dorian grinned. "Bad enough you join your kind?"
"Actually, I have left my kind," said Simon, with something like pleasure in his voice. "I have given back my phenomenal cosmic powers and left the comforting fires of Hell for a new life."
"Enlighten me," said Dorian, eyeing him with interest.
"Now I enjoy the paradise of Heaven, Dorian. I thought there could be nothing better than the goodness of engulfing my body in a warm fire and the thrill of murder and torture, but yes, there are things much better. Have you met my wife? She's one of the kindest, most generous women you could ever set your eyes on, not to mention very beautiful."
Dorian felt a wave of fury rush over him. "You've become a traitor to your own kind?!?!? What has come OVER you?!?!?"
"Dorian," Simon said simply, "I've now realized that the only definition of a traitor is one who abandons the good side. Like yourself." That said, Simon turned to leave.
Dorian just stared after him, mouth open. "Simon, wait!!" he screamed for him. "Get me out of here!!!"
"I can't do that," Simon called behind him as he left. "That would be sinful of me."
Dorian screamed in emotional agony. Simon Linoge, a man he had always admired as being one of the most evil beings to stalk the Earth, had decided to join the good side and fight against everything he had always held so dear to him.
Well, if Simon wasn't going to help him take care of the League. He was just going to have to take care of them himself.
And boy, were they never going to forget their lesson.
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"Aaaaggghhhhh!!"
Rodney Skinner held his forehead in his hands as he sat down at the table for breakfast. "Shouldn't have had that fifth glass of whiskey last night!!"
"Speak for yourself," Tom Sawyer mumbled under his breath, which still smelled faintly of alcohol.
"I'm dying!!" Skinner moaned.
"Oh, shut up!!" complained Donna. "I've been sitting at this table for ten minutes, and already, you two have complained so much that I feel like getting up and leaving."
"You and me both, dear," McCane added. "Rodney, Tom, don't you two know when enough's enough?"
"Not when whiskey is concerned," Donna said smugly. She, McCane, and Batsie all looked at each other and laughed to themselves.
Surprisingly, Henry Jekyll looked refreshed and happy after his painkiller and cold shower. Or, maybe that was because he was used to enduring monstrous hangovers from Edward Hyde, and the one he had given himself wasn't so bad.
"Boy, somebody's in a good mood this morning," said Skinner jealously.
"Have any of you seen Mina?" Jekyll asked hopefully. He reached behind his back and produced a beautiful bouquet of wildflowers.
Batsie smiled. "She'll be entering this room in five...four...three...two..."
"Good morning," Mina greeted everybody as she entered the dining room.
"Good morning, honey," said Henry quietly, going over to her and giving her the wildflowers. "It's such a beautiful day, I thought I'd give you these."
"Oh, Henry! They're beautiful!" Mina breathed. She inhaled their soft smell happily, but then suddenly stopped and turned to face him. "Wait. Are you trying to get on my good side after you threw a drinking party last night without me?"
"No."
Batsie looked at him, smiled, and shook her head. Fibbing was a sin in the eyes of the Lord.
Jekyll sighed. "Yes. But Batsie and I wanted you to get your rest, Mina. You haven't been sleeping well lately."
"It's okay, I forgive you," Mina smiled, kissing his cheek. "Oh, I just knew you would do it, Henry. You're cured for good! Now we can finally love each other without any fears!"
"Mina, even if you would have been there, luv, you didn't miss a bloody thing," Skinner told her. "Okay, except for Sawyer, Jekyll, and I getting stoned out of our minds, and Hyde becoming so bloody drunk and violent that--"
"Okay, enough," Jekyll quickly silenced him.
"Where is Hyde, anyway?" asked Sawyer. "Not that it matters," he added hastily. "But sometimes I worry when I don't know where he is."
"Vomiting the last I heard," Skinner said. "I mean, after drinking four whole bottles, you think he's going to be okay the next morning?"
"Well, as long as he's out of the way," said Batsie, interrupting his train of thought, "let me tell you about the plan I came up with to take care of Dorian. Of course, you all are going to have to do this. I can't have any part in it whatsoever."
"Of course," nodded Jekyll.
"Okay, what we do is," Batsie told them, "we take some of water, and some of the liquid potassium that Henry put in his potion, and we..."
* * *
Henry Jekyll's hands trembled as he mixed the water and liquid potassium into a beaker. He didn't know why he was doing this. He didn't know how Batsie had managed to talk him into this.
"Gee, that was a pretty stupid thought," he murmured to himself. "Batsie can talk anybody into anything."
And it was nice not to have Hyde picking at him every minute of the day. Henry Jekyll had made some pretty amazing discoveries during his scientific career, but if any of those landed him in the history books, it had to be separating his good self from his evil self.
With shaking hands, Henry put down the beaker and picked up the ordinary cup of tea that sat on the lab table. Using an eyedropper he had dipped into the beaker of water and potassium, he put several drops of the water/potassium mixture into the cup of tea. Dorian would drink it later. Hopefully, it wouldn't taste too weird to him, and he would finish the whole thing.
Henry put the cup of tea back on the silver tray he had used to carry it here, and wondered vaguely where Edward was. Probably still vomiting up the rest of the alcohol inside him. Henry had already told Nemo to prepare Edward his own room on the Nautilus, for two reasons. One, now that he and Edward were in separate bodies, there was no way he was going to share a room with him.
Two, Edward drank practically every night, and therefore, he was probably going to be sick like this every morning. And anybody who spent the whole morning being sick should have a bed of their own to sleep in.
Hands still trembling with nervousness, Henry started to carry the tea tray out of the laboratory. Time for Dorian's breakfast.
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I don't know when the next update's going to be, but hopefully very soon. Remember to REVIEW!!!
~ Alisonia
To Etcetera Kit (for chapter 12): Wow. Your review has got to be the longest one I've ever received. I've read it, analyzed it, and reviewed all of your points. But this is how I think about it...when Mina is in love (in my story anyway,) she kind of gets screwed up in the head. She loses her cool and dreams of baking for Dr. Jekyll. And, I agree! Let's kill that S-O- B!!!!!!
To Etcetera Kit (for chapter 13): Yeah, I agree. When Hyde's drunk, he is a big baby, isn't he?
To Dr. Griffin: You know, if you had given me that idea earlier, I would have used it!! But I already have a plan for where the story is going. Thank you so much for your idea, and I repeat, it's okay that you used my joke.
To galabalesh: Yeah, I kind of did have writer's block for a little while. But I just love writing about Dr. Jekyll; he's my favorite character. Dorian's my least favorite character. I plan to get rid of him.
To Graymoon74: Hyde? Get into trouble? NEVER! (If I were speaking to you, you'd hear the sarcasm in my voice!)
To ares: Wow, I've never been called a genius three times in a row before! Thank you, thank you, thank you!
To MisSEsmADhATTer: I know, I know...I don't drink either. Believe it or not, I'm too young.
Here's Chapter 14! (Again, sorry to keep you all waiting!)
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With both wrists chained to the wall behind him, Dorian Gray lifted his head from his cell in the Nautilus' dungeon. How could he have been so stupid? He should have worn a disguise or something, so the crewmen and Nemo wouldn't have recognized him. That way, when he had been brought in to face Nemo, he could have just broken free from the crewmen, grabbed Mina, and escaped.
But he was going to get out of here. There was no doubt about that. They couldn't keep him locked down here forever.
Could they?
Dorian growled and vowed to himself that when he got out, the members of the League were going to be sorry they ever tortured Dorian Gray by locking him up in the dungeon. They were all going to pay...every single one of them, even those new people: the man who had stood up for Mina, and the albino woman that had made fun of his hair.
"She was just jealous," Dorian told himself, a smug look on his face as he thought. He twisted his head so he could check his reflection in the shiny metal of the chains that were binding his hands to the wall. His hair was beautiful. Hers was all white and thick and...well, definitely not as pretty as his.
Dorian heard footsteps in the distance and growled again. It was probably one of them, coming downstairs to gawk at him. Once again, one of these days, they were all going to be sorry.
But it wasn't a member of the League. It was a tall man with piercing blue eyes, wearing a black peacoat and carrying a cane topped with a silver wolf's head.
Oh, God.
"Simon Linoge?" croaked Dorian curiously. His voice was weak from having not used it in a while. It was incredibly lonely down here in the dungeons.
"Dorian Gray," said Simon with disdain, shaking his head at him. "My, my. What a bad boy you have been."
Dorian grinned. "Bad enough you join your kind?"
"Actually, I have left my kind," said Simon, with something like pleasure in his voice. "I have given back my phenomenal cosmic powers and left the comforting fires of Hell for a new life."
"Enlighten me," said Dorian, eyeing him with interest.
"Now I enjoy the paradise of Heaven, Dorian. I thought there could be nothing better than the goodness of engulfing my body in a warm fire and the thrill of murder and torture, but yes, there are things much better. Have you met my wife? She's one of the kindest, most generous women you could ever set your eyes on, not to mention very beautiful."
Dorian felt a wave of fury rush over him. "You've become a traitor to your own kind?!?!? What has come OVER you?!?!?"
"Dorian," Simon said simply, "I've now realized that the only definition of a traitor is one who abandons the good side. Like yourself." That said, Simon turned to leave.
Dorian just stared after him, mouth open. "Simon, wait!!" he screamed for him. "Get me out of here!!!"
"I can't do that," Simon called behind him as he left. "That would be sinful of me."
Dorian screamed in emotional agony. Simon Linoge, a man he had always admired as being one of the most evil beings to stalk the Earth, had decided to join the good side and fight against everything he had always held so dear to him.
Well, if Simon wasn't going to help him take care of the League. He was just going to have to take care of them himself.
And boy, were they never going to forget their lesson.
* * *
"Aaaaggghhhhh!!"
Rodney Skinner held his forehead in his hands as he sat down at the table for breakfast. "Shouldn't have had that fifth glass of whiskey last night!!"
"Speak for yourself," Tom Sawyer mumbled under his breath, which still smelled faintly of alcohol.
"I'm dying!!" Skinner moaned.
"Oh, shut up!!" complained Donna. "I've been sitting at this table for ten minutes, and already, you two have complained so much that I feel like getting up and leaving."
"You and me both, dear," McCane added. "Rodney, Tom, don't you two know when enough's enough?"
"Not when whiskey is concerned," Donna said smugly. She, McCane, and Batsie all looked at each other and laughed to themselves.
Surprisingly, Henry Jekyll looked refreshed and happy after his painkiller and cold shower. Or, maybe that was because he was used to enduring monstrous hangovers from Edward Hyde, and the one he had given himself wasn't so bad.
"Boy, somebody's in a good mood this morning," said Skinner jealously.
"Have any of you seen Mina?" Jekyll asked hopefully. He reached behind his back and produced a beautiful bouquet of wildflowers.
Batsie smiled. "She'll be entering this room in five...four...three...two..."
"Good morning," Mina greeted everybody as she entered the dining room.
"Good morning, honey," said Henry quietly, going over to her and giving her the wildflowers. "It's such a beautiful day, I thought I'd give you these."
"Oh, Henry! They're beautiful!" Mina breathed. She inhaled their soft smell happily, but then suddenly stopped and turned to face him. "Wait. Are you trying to get on my good side after you threw a drinking party last night without me?"
"No."
Batsie looked at him, smiled, and shook her head. Fibbing was a sin in the eyes of the Lord.
Jekyll sighed. "Yes. But Batsie and I wanted you to get your rest, Mina. You haven't been sleeping well lately."
"It's okay, I forgive you," Mina smiled, kissing his cheek. "Oh, I just knew you would do it, Henry. You're cured for good! Now we can finally love each other without any fears!"
"Mina, even if you would have been there, luv, you didn't miss a bloody thing," Skinner told her. "Okay, except for Sawyer, Jekyll, and I getting stoned out of our minds, and Hyde becoming so bloody drunk and violent that--"
"Okay, enough," Jekyll quickly silenced him.
"Where is Hyde, anyway?" asked Sawyer. "Not that it matters," he added hastily. "But sometimes I worry when I don't know where he is."
"Vomiting the last I heard," Skinner said. "I mean, after drinking four whole bottles, you think he's going to be okay the next morning?"
"Well, as long as he's out of the way," said Batsie, interrupting his train of thought, "let me tell you about the plan I came up with to take care of Dorian. Of course, you all are going to have to do this. I can't have any part in it whatsoever."
"Of course," nodded Jekyll.
"Okay, what we do is," Batsie told them, "we take some of water, and some of the liquid potassium that Henry put in his potion, and we..."
* * *
Henry Jekyll's hands trembled as he mixed the water and liquid potassium into a beaker. He didn't know why he was doing this. He didn't know how Batsie had managed to talk him into this.
"Gee, that was a pretty stupid thought," he murmured to himself. "Batsie can talk anybody into anything."
And it was nice not to have Hyde picking at him every minute of the day. Henry Jekyll had made some pretty amazing discoveries during his scientific career, but if any of those landed him in the history books, it had to be separating his good self from his evil self.
With shaking hands, Henry put down the beaker and picked up the ordinary cup of tea that sat on the lab table. Using an eyedropper he had dipped into the beaker of water and potassium, he put several drops of the water/potassium mixture into the cup of tea. Dorian would drink it later. Hopefully, it wouldn't taste too weird to him, and he would finish the whole thing.
Henry put the cup of tea back on the silver tray he had used to carry it here, and wondered vaguely where Edward was. Probably still vomiting up the rest of the alcohol inside him. Henry had already told Nemo to prepare Edward his own room on the Nautilus, for two reasons. One, now that he and Edward were in separate bodies, there was no way he was going to share a room with him.
Two, Edward drank practically every night, and therefore, he was probably going to be sick like this every morning. And anybody who spent the whole morning being sick should have a bed of their own to sleep in.
Hands still trembling with nervousness, Henry started to carry the tea tray out of the laboratory. Time for Dorian's breakfast.
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I don't know when the next update's going to be, but hopefully very soon. Remember to REVIEW!!!
~ Alisonia