Tick tick tick. Time never stopped. Never one moment's rest. Always fighting, every second.
Dr. Henry Jekyll never slept anymore. His nightmares had come to life, and he feared to take their place in the subconciouss, lost beneath a surface that paraded as someone else. Or perhaps...just as some other part of himself.
This was the damned life of Edward Hyde. Forced to spend his days trapsing about as an amiable man. A man who cared for anything, and everything other than himself. A doctor. A sickly saint. Or so he seemed. But Hyde knew the truth. Hyde WAS the truth. The long surpressed urges deemed to selfish to be revealed to the world. His bitterness was as real as Jekylls kindness. And neither could be denied.
Tick tick tick.
Another heartbeat, faster, stronger than his own.
Tick tick tick.
How long could he carry on this way?
Tick tick tick.
How long woud he have to?
Tick tick tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.Tick tick tick tick tick tick tick.
How long before the masquerade ended for both of them? The conscience that was Henry Jekyll would never allow this man to fully succumb to the urgings of Edward Hyde. The undeniable needs, and powerful desires of Edward Hyde, would never allow this man to forget their presence, or to live in peace without them. Perhaps he would never allow him to live at all.
Tick tick tick.
"My Friend."
Nemo's steady, voice, which the doctor had long suspected to be the only source of stability on the ship. interuppted his thoughts.
"A word?"
How else could he respond? Henry Jekyll had never known how to deny anyone, anything.
"Of course."
Tick.
The watch snapped shut. But still time did not stop.