The influx of reviews has encouraged me to continue on with this
story!! Thanks, guys and girls!!
I've been quite sick since the last chapter was put up (some kind of stomach thing,) but I'm feeling much better now. Let's hope I stay better.
My special thanks go out to:
To Silent Bob 546: I'm so sorry about leaving you off on that last cliffhanger, but I just didn't feel like writing any more. Remember, I felt like complete &#@%*@$!!! when I wrote it. Hopefully, I won't do that again.
To Ares: Great suggestion!!! If you don't mind, I think I'll use it!!
To Graymoon74: Yeah, I was sick. It didn't last long, though, so that was good. Oh, and speaking of "LXG Goes Pink"... when do you plan to update it!??!?!
To Damian: He's immortal, remember? He has to live!!!
To Angelus: Thanks for reviewing!!!! I hope you enjoy the rest of it!!!
To Dr. Griffin: Yes, I'm sure that Simon didn't fix it. Batsie AND I are positive that Simon didn't fix it. And yes, I will spare Dorian's life. I'm not that cruel.
To galabalesh: About the cliffie, see what I wrote to Silent Bob 546. By the way, thanks for recognizing the weirding stones!
I hope that all of you enjoy chapter 16!
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Dorian Gray gripped his stomach with his hands. "Oh, God," he managed to squeak out. "I'm going to be sick!"
"Dorian, what's wrong?" asked Tom, pretending to be concerned.
"Sawyer!" Dorian shrieked in anger and agony. "What did you....how could you..."
"What is it, Dorian?"
Dorian didn't answer, but instead, vomited all over the floor. Tom had expected this, but seeing Dorian get sick to his stomach made Tom almost feel sorry for the greedy, vain immortal. Tom stretched his arm through the bars of the cell to grip Dorian's hand. It was cold and sweaty.
Dorian threw up again, still gripping his stomach in pain. He was breathing heavily and gasping for air. After vomiting a few more times, during which Tom only stared in horror, Dorian finally fainted, hitting his head on the stone floor of the cell as he fell.
"Oh, God," Tom swallowed. He was sure that when Batsie thought of her plan, she didn't mean for Dorian to crack his head open. It was time to get help from the others.
* * *
Rodney Skinner was engaged in the very girlish action of biting his nails as Batsie Linoge tried to pin up the pale green chiffon evening dress he was modeling.
"Oh, will you quit moving?" Batsie asked him, somewhat annoyed. "Before I prick you in the behind with one of these pins!"
"Sorry, luv, but I can't help thinking about Gray and Sawyer and what's going on downstairs," Skinner shook. Months ago, Skinner had volunteered to model a gown that Batsie was making for her friend's wedding. The dress ended up being so beautiful that Batsie now had a reputation among the angels of Heaven as a seamstress. Since Skinner had gotten a guilty pleasure out of modeling the last dress, he had volunteered to model this one as well.
"Don't worry, if he runs into trouble, we'll know," Batsie said as she put the last pin into place. "Now, take that off. It's time for me to sew it."
"Of course, luv." Skinner disappeared behind the three-way mirror in Batsie's room, and reappeared wearing his usual black coat, with the dress draped over one arm. He handed it off to her.
"Thanks, Rodney. Could you do me a favor by finding my husband and bringing him here? I need to talk to him."
"Why, certainly." Skinner floated out, and Batsie was left alone in her room.
In the hallway, Skinner was starting in the direction of Simon's room when Jekyll came running up to him from the other direction.
"Skinner!!! Sawyer needs our help, now!!"
"I'll get Batsie..."
"She can't help us, remember!!! So just get your invisible self down there, I have to go to my room to get something, this is an emergency!!!"
For the time being, Skinner forgot all about finding Simon and broke into a run towards the dungeons.
* * *
"What happened, Sawyer?" Skinner asked Tom Sawyer as he slid down the ladder to the dungeons where Dorian's cell was.
Tom Sawyer was sitting in front of Dorian's cell, tears streaming down his face. He wasn't upset, but he was traumatized. Skinner noticed that Dorian Gray was still in his cell, but he wasn't moving. He was lying in a crumpled heap on the stone floor in a pool of vomit, white in the face.
"Sawyer!!! Speak to me, my boy!!!" Skinner said, attempting his best Allan Quartermain impersonation.
Sawyer either didn't find it amusing, or he didn't notice. "It was horrible," he said quietly, staring flat out into space. "We were there talking about how I knew Simon, and he took a sip of the tea, and then he get very violently sick. So sick, in fact, that he passed out. He hit his head on the floor, and he might have brain damage or a concussion or something!"
"Don't worry, Jekyll's on his way. I ran into him on my way down here. He said he had to get something in his room, and he'd be right down." Tom just nodded.
"I'm here!" Dr. Henry Jekyll announced, making his way down the ladder. At once, Skinner knew what he had been in a hurry to get in his room...his medical bag.
"Tom, could you open the door?" Jekyll asked Sawyer. "I need to get in there to examine him."
Sawyer dug back into his pocket and pulled out the key to Dorian's cell, which he handed to Skinner, who handed it to Jekyll, who used it to open the cell door.
Jekyll picked up Dorian's cold hand and tried to feel for a pulse. "I'm feeling a pulse!" he announced. "He's still alive!"
Tom breathed what Skinner determined a sigh of relief. Jekyll dug in his medical bag for his stethoscope.
"Henry?" Mina voice came from upstairs. She was climbing down the ladder. "Dorian? Sawyer? Are all of you all right?"
Skinner took it upon to himself to block Mina from this gruesome sight. He stood up and ran over to her. "No, Mina, don't look!" he cried.
But he was too late. Mina climbed down the ladder, looked over to Dorian's cell, and saw him lying motionless in his own vomit with her Henry kneeling over him.
Mina gasped. Her eyes went as wide as headlights. "How...why....why did this happen?!?!" she stammered. "Henry didn't fall unconscious!! Is Dorian going to be okay?!?"
"I think he'll be fine," Jekyll announced from across the room. "My guess as to the fainting would be that I myself have experienced lots of side effects from bad chemicals, so my body is used to it. Dorian probably hasn't. So, the side effects were worse on him than me. We should get him to bed though."
"I move he sleeps in Hyde's room," joked Skinner. "Who's with me on that one?" But all he got was glares.
"Skinner, help me carry him upstairs," Jekyll said to him. "We'll put him in one of the empty guest rooms, and I'll be able to treat him better there."
"Okay," Skinner shrugged. "But I get my own bottle of whatever we're drinking tonight."
Jekyll rolled his eyes. "Deal."
Mina moaned in emotional agony. "Can I drink tonight too, Henry?"
"No, Mina. All the ladies are going to bed tonight. I'll give you a glass of wine, if you like, but nothing else," Jekyll told her. Mina just moaned harder.
"Oh, you'll get over it," Skinner mumbled. He picked up Dorian's head in his arms, and together, he and Jekyll gently carried Dorian's unconscious body upstairs.
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I know where I'm going on this now, so there are only going to be about one or two more chapters. I know there's a lot more still to be said. What's going to happen to Dorian? To Henry and Mina? To Jekyll and Hyde? But not to worry. I have a simple solution for everything.
Remember to REVIEW!!!
~ Alisonia
I've been quite sick since the last chapter was put up (some kind of stomach thing,) but I'm feeling much better now. Let's hope I stay better.
My special thanks go out to:
To Silent Bob 546: I'm so sorry about leaving you off on that last cliffhanger, but I just didn't feel like writing any more. Remember, I felt like complete &#@%*@$!!! when I wrote it. Hopefully, I won't do that again.
To Ares: Great suggestion!!! If you don't mind, I think I'll use it!!
To Graymoon74: Yeah, I was sick. It didn't last long, though, so that was good. Oh, and speaking of "LXG Goes Pink"... when do you plan to update it!??!?!
To Damian: He's immortal, remember? He has to live!!!
To Angelus: Thanks for reviewing!!!! I hope you enjoy the rest of it!!!
To Dr. Griffin: Yes, I'm sure that Simon didn't fix it. Batsie AND I are positive that Simon didn't fix it. And yes, I will spare Dorian's life. I'm not that cruel.
To galabalesh: About the cliffie, see what I wrote to Silent Bob 546. By the way, thanks for recognizing the weirding stones!
I hope that all of you enjoy chapter 16!
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Dorian Gray gripped his stomach with his hands. "Oh, God," he managed to squeak out. "I'm going to be sick!"
"Dorian, what's wrong?" asked Tom, pretending to be concerned.
"Sawyer!" Dorian shrieked in anger and agony. "What did you....how could you..."
"What is it, Dorian?"
Dorian didn't answer, but instead, vomited all over the floor. Tom had expected this, but seeing Dorian get sick to his stomach made Tom almost feel sorry for the greedy, vain immortal. Tom stretched his arm through the bars of the cell to grip Dorian's hand. It was cold and sweaty.
Dorian threw up again, still gripping his stomach in pain. He was breathing heavily and gasping for air. After vomiting a few more times, during which Tom only stared in horror, Dorian finally fainted, hitting his head on the stone floor of the cell as he fell.
"Oh, God," Tom swallowed. He was sure that when Batsie thought of her plan, she didn't mean for Dorian to crack his head open. It was time to get help from the others.
* * *
Rodney Skinner was engaged in the very girlish action of biting his nails as Batsie Linoge tried to pin up the pale green chiffon evening dress he was modeling.
"Oh, will you quit moving?" Batsie asked him, somewhat annoyed. "Before I prick you in the behind with one of these pins!"
"Sorry, luv, but I can't help thinking about Gray and Sawyer and what's going on downstairs," Skinner shook. Months ago, Skinner had volunteered to model a gown that Batsie was making for her friend's wedding. The dress ended up being so beautiful that Batsie now had a reputation among the angels of Heaven as a seamstress. Since Skinner had gotten a guilty pleasure out of modeling the last dress, he had volunteered to model this one as well.
"Don't worry, if he runs into trouble, we'll know," Batsie said as she put the last pin into place. "Now, take that off. It's time for me to sew it."
"Of course, luv." Skinner disappeared behind the three-way mirror in Batsie's room, and reappeared wearing his usual black coat, with the dress draped over one arm. He handed it off to her.
"Thanks, Rodney. Could you do me a favor by finding my husband and bringing him here? I need to talk to him."
"Why, certainly." Skinner floated out, and Batsie was left alone in her room.
In the hallway, Skinner was starting in the direction of Simon's room when Jekyll came running up to him from the other direction.
"Skinner!!! Sawyer needs our help, now!!"
"I'll get Batsie..."
"She can't help us, remember!!! So just get your invisible self down there, I have to go to my room to get something, this is an emergency!!!"
For the time being, Skinner forgot all about finding Simon and broke into a run towards the dungeons.
* * *
"What happened, Sawyer?" Skinner asked Tom Sawyer as he slid down the ladder to the dungeons where Dorian's cell was.
Tom Sawyer was sitting in front of Dorian's cell, tears streaming down his face. He wasn't upset, but he was traumatized. Skinner noticed that Dorian Gray was still in his cell, but he wasn't moving. He was lying in a crumpled heap on the stone floor in a pool of vomit, white in the face.
"Sawyer!!! Speak to me, my boy!!!" Skinner said, attempting his best Allan Quartermain impersonation.
Sawyer either didn't find it amusing, or he didn't notice. "It was horrible," he said quietly, staring flat out into space. "We were there talking about how I knew Simon, and he took a sip of the tea, and then he get very violently sick. So sick, in fact, that he passed out. He hit his head on the floor, and he might have brain damage or a concussion or something!"
"Don't worry, Jekyll's on his way. I ran into him on my way down here. He said he had to get something in his room, and he'd be right down." Tom just nodded.
"I'm here!" Dr. Henry Jekyll announced, making his way down the ladder. At once, Skinner knew what he had been in a hurry to get in his room...his medical bag.
"Tom, could you open the door?" Jekyll asked Sawyer. "I need to get in there to examine him."
Sawyer dug back into his pocket and pulled out the key to Dorian's cell, which he handed to Skinner, who handed it to Jekyll, who used it to open the cell door.
Jekyll picked up Dorian's cold hand and tried to feel for a pulse. "I'm feeling a pulse!" he announced. "He's still alive!"
Tom breathed what Skinner determined a sigh of relief. Jekyll dug in his medical bag for his stethoscope.
"Henry?" Mina voice came from upstairs. She was climbing down the ladder. "Dorian? Sawyer? Are all of you all right?"
Skinner took it upon to himself to block Mina from this gruesome sight. He stood up and ran over to her. "No, Mina, don't look!" he cried.
But he was too late. Mina climbed down the ladder, looked over to Dorian's cell, and saw him lying motionless in his own vomit with her Henry kneeling over him.
Mina gasped. Her eyes went as wide as headlights. "How...why....why did this happen?!?!" she stammered. "Henry didn't fall unconscious!! Is Dorian going to be okay?!?"
"I think he'll be fine," Jekyll announced from across the room. "My guess as to the fainting would be that I myself have experienced lots of side effects from bad chemicals, so my body is used to it. Dorian probably hasn't. So, the side effects were worse on him than me. We should get him to bed though."
"I move he sleeps in Hyde's room," joked Skinner. "Who's with me on that one?" But all he got was glares.
"Skinner, help me carry him upstairs," Jekyll said to him. "We'll put him in one of the empty guest rooms, and I'll be able to treat him better there."
"Okay," Skinner shrugged. "But I get my own bottle of whatever we're drinking tonight."
Jekyll rolled his eyes. "Deal."
Mina moaned in emotional agony. "Can I drink tonight too, Henry?"
"No, Mina. All the ladies are going to bed tonight. I'll give you a glass of wine, if you like, but nothing else," Jekyll told her. Mina just moaned harder.
"Oh, you'll get over it," Skinner mumbled. He picked up Dorian's head in his arms, and together, he and Jekyll gently carried Dorian's unconscious body upstairs.
*
I know where I'm going on this now, so there are only going to be about one or two more chapters. I know there's a lot more still to be said. What's going to happen to Dorian? To Henry and Mina? To Jekyll and Hyde? But not to worry. I have a simple solution for everything.
Remember to REVIEW!!!
~ Alisonia