Disclaimer: I am in no way, shape, or form, associated in the production, publica tion, or invention of the incredibly cool story of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. Drat. Reason for writing this: there are not enough Jekyll and Hyde based fanfics, and I am disappointed. So here you go! Read and enjoy! Yay for psychological thrillers! Robert Louis Stevenson, I love you.
Kieran's Encounter with Dr. Jekyll
Right. So I'm thirteen years old, an' I'm living a pretty good life here in merry ol' England. I'm in service, y'see, I work for a doctor. Dr. Henry Jekyll. Couldn't work for a nicer fellow, honestly. He don't beat his servants, he pays us well, and he's fairly easy to serve. One of the best places I've served in, an' that's the truth.
Things weren't always so great, nah. I arrived here about a year ago, when I was a little rat of twelve. I was a scared little mite, pale and timid all the time. But things were pretty good then too. It's the in-between parts that got a little scary.
Oy! I guess I should introduce meself. Name's Kieran. Jus' Kieran, or Kier, no last name, don't remember me parents. Right. An' I'm thirteen. And I work for Dr. Henry Jekyll. Are we up to scratch so far? Good.
The trouble all started really when I'd been workin' here for about six months. I'd gotten to know Dr. Jekyll pretty well, y'see, I took care of some of the animals he worked on in his laboratory, so I saw him more often than some of the other servants at the house. We talked sometimes, I tried to keep a rein on meself and not trouble the good doctor with me lowly opinions or thoughts. But sometimes I got a bit too talkative and overstepped myself.
Which is pretty much what made me notice the trouble with Dr. Jekyll...an' anyway, here's that story, laid out an' easy for you to understand on the surface. Maybe not so much...you know, beneath. But hey, if you're one o' them wonderers, this story is made for you.
Kieran's Encounter with Dr. Jekyll
Right. So I'm thirteen years old, an' I'm living a pretty good life here in merry ol' England. I'm in service, y'see, I work for a doctor. Dr. Henry Jekyll. Couldn't work for a nicer fellow, honestly. He don't beat his servants, he pays us well, and he's fairly easy to serve. One of the best places I've served in, an' that's the truth.
Things weren't always so great, nah. I arrived here about a year ago, when I was a little rat of twelve. I was a scared little mite, pale and timid all the time. But things were pretty good then too. It's the in-between parts that got a little scary.
Oy! I guess I should introduce meself. Name's Kieran. Jus' Kieran, or Kier, no last name, don't remember me parents. Right. An' I'm thirteen. And I work for Dr. Henry Jekyll. Are we up to scratch so far? Good.
The trouble all started really when I'd been workin' here for about six months. I'd gotten to know Dr. Jekyll pretty well, y'see, I took care of some of the animals he worked on in his laboratory, so I saw him more often than some of the other servants at the house. We talked sometimes, I tried to keep a rein on meself and not trouble the good doctor with me lowly opinions or thoughts. But sometimes I got a bit too talkative and overstepped myself.
Which is pretty much what made me notice the trouble with Dr. Jekyll...an' anyway, here's that story, laid out an' easy for you to understand on the surface. Maybe not so much...you know, beneath. But hey, if you're one o' them wonderers, this story is made for you.
