Hate insects, spiders, my perverted brain, B horror movies, early mornings and missing Hellboy on the big screen. Love school, my sweet brother who made tea for me during my migraine attack, Jason Flemyng, Jason Voorhees (he rules!), Conan O'Brien, Janoch the sexy half-orc, orcs in general and caffeine. Also send a thought to my grandmother, it's her 70'th birthday tomorrow (Sunday), and to my dog who has just gone through surgery.
simonluke26 – Aw, thanks for all the praise. Nothing can make you feel as good. I also liked Dr. Jekyll most, maybe it shows. Do you think Remington is the evil guy? It seems like no one at all likes Remington. Don't know what to think about that. Maybe something in the lines of "Ha, ha!" in a very Nelson kind of way. Anyway, hope you like this, and please review again if you like.
And now, one of the final chapters. It has nudity. Have much fun.
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Adria woke up again. She looked around herself dizzily and wondered what had just happened. She yawned and when she shut her mouth again, she felt the taste of blood. She let her tounge run around in her mouth in an attempt to find the small wound, but she couldn't. She wondered why she could taste blood. And just a moment later, she wondered why she was naked. She sat up and looked down on her hands. A small, frightened cry escaped her. Blood on her hands. And she was pretty sure it wasn't her blood. She checked her body, but she could find no bleeding wound. She did find lots and lots of cuts and bruises, and her chest had strange red marks on the sides, but she couldn't find anything that bled or seemed to have bled recently. She looked around herself again, and spotted something blue. A heap of blue clothes. She took a few steps closer.
"Oh my god... captain Nemo...?" she whispered as she could see him more clearly. She then jogged towards his body and sank down on her knees beside him. She wondered for a short, panicked moment what she should do with him. She even considered calling for Dr. Jekyll, before she realized he was probably not there. She put her hand on Nemo's shoulder and turned him around. He rolled over almost effortlessly and exposed his horrifying wounds. She backed away from him and felt her stomach turn. She stepped away as long as she could before she threw up on the carpet. She then cried out again. It was blood red.
"Oh god, oh god, oh god..." she whispered and kept her hands pressed against her temples. "It can't be, I couldn't have... I was just... it was..."
She tried to convince herself that it wasn't her fault, but she knew she had probably done everything she thought she had. She could remember nothing after that full moon. She sobbed and wandered around, wondering what she would do. She then leant down and tore of a great piece of the carpet which she tried to conceal herself with as much as she could. She then noticed something white by the wall and stopped to look at it. It looked like the sad theater mask.
"Mr. Skinner?" she asked, feeling quite stupid when she did. The mask didn't look up, but she could hear something mumble. She slowly began walking towards him.
"Don't worry Mr. Skinner. I think I might help you..." she started, but was interrupted by a loud bang. Fragments of the wall shot out towards her. She span around and stared at Remington. He was reloading his rifle, staring intensively at her. Half his face was covered in blood, giving him a barbaric look. The hair on the back of his head was smeared with blood as well.
"So!" he said and cocked his weapon. "It seems that I was right, after all. I should have killed you a long time ago."
Adria backed away from him, terrified. She never imagined that rifle pointed at her.
"Mr. Skinner is hurt, Remington, and I think it might be very serious, we should..."
"Shut up!" he interrupted her again. "I know Skinner is hurt, but I will not let you touch him. I will take care of you before I even try to help him. Be a smart girl and stand still so I can give you a painless death, would you?"
"But I have done nothing!" she cried out, fearing for her life. He motioned with his head against Nemo's broken body.
"I didn't mean to..." she whispered, still staring at Remington. He sighed.
"Listen, little girl. I understand, believe me. I know you don't mean to hurt people, but as long as you are alive, you will! It's best for everyone if you stand still and let me kill you here. If you flee, more will die. Eventually, you will be hunted down too, if you haven't killed yourself yet. This can only end one way, so let it end here!"
She didn't stop moving, ever. She circled around him, always trying to move away from the pipe of his weapon. The stared at each other.
"Please, no..." she would sometimes whisper, but he didn't let the rifle down. She backed against a bookshelf and tried to cross her arms over her chest.
"I'm sorry, Adria, but this is how it has to be." Remington said and took better aim. Adria realized that she couldn't try to avoid it anymore, she had to stop him from shooting somehow, or she would die. She went through several possible means of escape in her head and rejected them all during a second. She desperately took a book from the shelf and threw it at him. He pulled the trigger out of reflex. She felt the silver bullet dig into her arm and howled in pain. But she didn't let that stop her, she recognized her chance and fled out of the door. Remington followed her out, but she was gone before he made it out. He smacked the wall with his open palm and called her a lot of things. He then hung the rifle on his shoulder and returned into the library. He sat down next to Skinner and sighed.
"Are you alive, Coat?" he asked and wondered how they could give an invisible man medical treatment. Skinner muttered something. He spoke slightly slurred, as if he was drunk. Remington didn't really like that.
"Where are you hurt and how bad do you think it is?"
The mask moved. Remington had a feeling Skinner was either looking at him or something behind him.
"My schould..." he began and moaned slightly. "Very, veery... hurtsch... again..."
"Your shoulder hurts again, is that what you are saying?"
"Mm."
Remington sighed. He hoped that Nemo hadn't hurt him too badly.
"Nemo." Skinner said.
"Yes, yes, Skinner, I know Nemo did that."
"Nemo...?"
Remington could hear surprise in his voice. He turned around and was almost scared out of his wits. Nemo stood in the doorway!
"Sweet holy mother of God!" he cried out and covered his hands in his face. He could take a lot of things, but he wasn't prepared to see a ghost. The apparition gave him one of Nemo's personal 'surprise' looks before it caught sight of the mangled body on the floor.
"How interesting." He said and kneeled down beside it. Remington still stared.
"Nemo... aren't you supposed to be dead? Or, maybe you are dead and have..."
"Calm yourself, Mr. Remington. As you can see, I am still alive. But if you witnessed the death of this impostor, I can understand why you would believe such a thing. How he managed to take my appearance so perfectly would be interesting to know."
"Are you the real Nemo?"
Nemo looked at the body's face. He motioned to Remington to come. Remington slowly came closer.
"Come look at his eyes, Mr. Remington. I am certain they are all the proof you need."
Remington got down next to Nemo, risking his life should Nemo not be the one they knew. He looked at the eyes and compared them to the living one's.
"Oh. I see, you are the original."
The eyes of the body was a shady grey.
"He must've been some kind of doppleganger."
"Yes, it is very interesting. Sadly, I do not think we have the spare time to look a it's body. I believe Mr. Skinner is in need of treatment."
They looked at the sad mask in the corner. He mumbled something and smiled slightly.
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Mina stood outside the small town hospital. It was just one small house with maybe three beds in it. Tom was occupying one of them now. She didn't want to go in, she thought that the blood she almost certainly would see in there would be too much. She didn't want to drain anyone this night. Tom was in there, getting new blood from young men in the small town. She hoped he would make it, for everyone's sake. She had doubts she would be able to look at herself if she would be responsible for Tom's death. She sat down on the bench and tried to correct her clothing. As she did, she heard a howl from the plains. She felt a flutter of fear for the lives of the people in the town, if it was a werewolf come after them. When she heard no more, she thought it was just a coyote. Someone opened the door. She looked up at Jekyll.
"Well?" she asked when he didn't say anything. He smiled weakly.
"We're not sure yet. We think he will make it if he want to." He said and sat down next to her. She noticed the dark rings around his eyes.
"Maybe you should go get some sleep." She suggested. "You have done much work tonight."
He looked down on the ground.
"I didn't do much, actually. In there, I just gave them some good advice, they wouldn't let me touch him for some reason. And out there... well, you know how it is. He does the work and I am stuck with the exhaustion."
Mina nodded, despite that she didn't understand, she couldn't. How Jekyll could cope with it was more than she could grasp. He sat quietly next to her, still staring at the ground. She could see a twitch in the right corner of his mouth. She guessed he was having an inner dialog with his 'creation'. She looked at the carriage in the middle of the street.
"Maybe I should take it back to their nest. There are still three of us there, waiting for it."
Jekyll looked up at her.
"Don't you mean two of us and Remington?"
She didn't reply right away.
"Maybe." She finally said, got up in the carriage and ordered the horses to move. Jekyll looked after the disappearing shape.
"Three of us or just two and Remington. That's something to think about, isn't it?" he said loudly to no one special.
Sure it is the 'no one special' replied.
