Chapter 6 – Cosy Couple
The two of them walked back to Bet's room together. They had stayed on the top deck for a few hours, just watching the sunset and the stars come out. As they reached Bet's door, she turned to face Jekyll.
"Thank you," she whispered. "I've 'ad a lovely evening. I ain't never had one quite as nice. We must do it again." Jekyll smiled.
"Yes, we must." Jekyll replied, honestly. "I haven't had an evening as nice as that in a long time, either."
"Well, good night." Bet stood up on her toes and leant towards him. Jekyll clasped his hands together.
"Good night," He lingered slightly, before turning away in the direction of his room. Bet leant against the door for a moment then turned into the room. "I'll see you tomorrow…" he spoke as he turned back, but she had gone.
Jekyll wasn't sure what had just happened, but he knew things were going to become very complicated if things continued in this way.
He sloped into his room and lay down on the bed. 'Poor Bet,' he thought. 'Having to see your only friend murdered.' He hadn't seen the body, after Hyde had murdered, but he had seen it happen through the murderer's eyes. It was helpless; there was nothing he could do. He glanced over to where he kept the box of formulae.
What was it that made him crave his evil so? Recently, Hyde had been let free more often than he ever had before, and Jekyll wanted to take the formula now. He crept over the room, picked up his box of formulae and carried it back to his bed. Hyde was speaking to him, jeering at him. Jekyll felt small and helpless.
His hands shook as he opened the lid. There, neatly lined up, were all the vials of formula. He wanted them so much, but he was fed up with letting Hyde run his life. Jekyll seemed to have no identity of his own, unless Hyde was there to guide him. He ran his fingers over each of the vials. Hyde got louder in his head, teasing and taunting him, making it almost unbearable to resist the temptation to let him free once more.
"No!" Jekyll cried out, slamming the box. Quickly, he got up and put the box away. He couldn't let this continue forever! He was shaking and sweating, but he would not release Hyde again. He was gong to beat him this time! Jekyll opened his door and ran out into the corridor.
He had to get away from it all. He couldn't stand it. Hyde's voice was getting quieter and quieter in Jekyll's head as he walked further away from his room. This encouraged him. He was able o start blocking Hyde out. Jekyll felt a burst of energy and started sprinted around the Nautilus. Even if it were only this once, he was going to beat him! If he could conquer Hyde this once, it would make it easier to conquer him again.
The further Jekyll ran, the better he felt. It was if he were escaping from Hyde, moving outside of his reach. Jekyll slowed down and crouched to catch his breath. He had stopped shaking but now felt completely worn out. He had to get some rest. After a few minutes of slow breathing and relaxing, he turned and started to head back to his room.
As Jekyll headed down the final corridor to his room, he could hear someone speaking. He stopped and looked around the corner. Bet was up and about and Skinner was standing behind her.
"Bet, my petal," Skinner said. He was wearing a bathrobe. "How are we?" She didn't turn to look at him, just replied.
"I'm fine thank you. And 'ow are you?" Skinner stepped up behind her and grabbed her by the waist. Bet jumped slightly.
"A lot better now you're here."
"This 'as 'appened a lot lately, Mr Skinner." She spoke slowly. "I'm startin' to thing your becomin' a bit of an addict!"
"It just proves how good you are." Skinner replied. He slid his hands around her waist further. Bet turned to face him.
"Not 'ere," she hissed. "Stop it!" Skinner kissed her. She didn't respond. When someone kisses you, you either move away from it, or melt into it. But she didn't do anything. Jekyll felt a stab of jealousy in his chest. He wanted to walk around there and hit Skinner, but he stopped himself.
"Come on," Skinner whispered. "I believe you haven't given me the grand tour of your room yet. I'm very interested in it." He took he hands and started to pull Bet in the direction of her room. "Especially the bed. I was wondering if it was as springy as mine." Skinner disappeared into her room, and Bet followed him.
Jekyll just stood there. He didn't know what to think. He could feel jealousy boiling up inside of him. What did Skinner think he was doing? And Bet. Jekyll was sure that she was trying to get to know him much better. But if she was seeing Skinner… Jekyll's insides twisted up. He couldn't take this. Sadly, he turned around and slowly walked back to his room.
The two of them walked back to Bet's room together. They had stayed on the top deck for a few hours, just watching the sunset and the stars come out. As they reached Bet's door, she turned to face Jekyll.
"Thank you," she whispered. "I've 'ad a lovely evening. I ain't never had one quite as nice. We must do it again." Jekyll smiled.
"Yes, we must." Jekyll replied, honestly. "I haven't had an evening as nice as that in a long time, either."
"Well, good night." Bet stood up on her toes and leant towards him. Jekyll clasped his hands together.
"Good night," He lingered slightly, before turning away in the direction of his room. Bet leant against the door for a moment then turned into the room. "I'll see you tomorrow…" he spoke as he turned back, but she had gone.
Jekyll wasn't sure what had just happened, but he knew things were going to become very complicated if things continued in this way.
He sloped into his room and lay down on the bed. 'Poor Bet,' he thought. 'Having to see your only friend murdered.' He hadn't seen the body, after Hyde had murdered, but he had seen it happen through the murderer's eyes. It was helpless; there was nothing he could do. He glanced over to where he kept the box of formulae.
What was it that made him crave his evil so? Recently, Hyde had been let free more often than he ever had before, and Jekyll wanted to take the formula now. He crept over the room, picked up his box of formulae and carried it back to his bed. Hyde was speaking to him, jeering at him. Jekyll felt small and helpless.
His hands shook as he opened the lid. There, neatly lined up, were all the vials of formula. He wanted them so much, but he was fed up with letting Hyde run his life. Jekyll seemed to have no identity of his own, unless Hyde was there to guide him. He ran his fingers over each of the vials. Hyde got louder in his head, teasing and taunting him, making it almost unbearable to resist the temptation to let him free once more.
"No!" Jekyll cried out, slamming the box. Quickly, he got up and put the box away. He couldn't let this continue forever! He was shaking and sweating, but he would not release Hyde again. He was gong to beat him this time! Jekyll opened his door and ran out into the corridor.
He had to get away from it all. He couldn't stand it. Hyde's voice was getting quieter and quieter in Jekyll's head as he walked further away from his room. This encouraged him. He was able o start blocking Hyde out. Jekyll felt a burst of energy and started sprinted around the Nautilus. Even if it were only this once, he was going to beat him! If he could conquer Hyde this once, it would make it easier to conquer him again.
The further Jekyll ran, the better he felt. It was if he were escaping from Hyde, moving outside of his reach. Jekyll slowed down and crouched to catch his breath. He had stopped shaking but now felt completely worn out. He had to get some rest. After a few minutes of slow breathing and relaxing, he turned and started to head back to his room.
As Jekyll headed down the final corridor to his room, he could hear someone speaking. He stopped and looked around the corner. Bet was up and about and Skinner was standing behind her.
"Bet, my petal," Skinner said. He was wearing a bathrobe. "How are we?" She didn't turn to look at him, just replied.
"I'm fine thank you. And 'ow are you?" Skinner stepped up behind her and grabbed her by the waist. Bet jumped slightly.
"A lot better now you're here."
"This 'as 'appened a lot lately, Mr Skinner." She spoke slowly. "I'm startin' to thing your becomin' a bit of an addict!"
"It just proves how good you are." Skinner replied. He slid his hands around her waist further. Bet turned to face him.
"Not 'ere," she hissed. "Stop it!" Skinner kissed her. She didn't respond. When someone kisses you, you either move away from it, or melt into it. But she didn't do anything. Jekyll felt a stab of jealousy in his chest. He wanted to walk around there and hit Skinner, but he stopped himself.
"Come on," Skinner whispered. "I believe you haven't given me the grand tour of your room yet. I'm very interested in it." He took he hands and started to pull Bet in the direction of her room. "Especially the bed. I was wondering if it was as springy as mine." Skinner disappeared into her room, and Bet followed him.
Jekyll just stood there. He didn't know what to think. He could feel jealousy boiling up inside of him. What did Skinner think he was doing? And Bet. Jekyll was sure that she was trying to get to know him much better. But if she was seeing Skinner… Jekyll's insides twisted up. He couldn't take this. Sadly, he turned around and slowly walked back to his room.