Madianna- Well, what do you expect? Loki is the Trickster God, after all!

Yes, poor George is severely ill- psychically and psychotically.

Oh, I'm sure Warwick will be just fine in keeping the Devil Twins out of trouble!

Thor is such a girl! And no, Harry never stops praying!

Of course I know who''s sending the notes, Mads! I'm the bloody author! ;-D

Guest- Cathy and Heath aren't mentioned at this exact moment, but they will be, nearer the time of the competition.

YorkistGirl- Yes, poor George! He really needs to see a doctor, BUT WARWICK IS JUST SO OBLIVIOUS! ;-D

ComedyMonarchy- Thanks!

Thank you all of you lovely people for waiting exactly two months for an update! Two months! God, I'm sorry I kept you all waiting! I hope you enjoy this long-awaited chapter!

I actually took some dialogue from the first Thor film in this chapter! Can any of you guess where it is? ;-D

"And that is how Thor escaped the wrath of those beasts in Nornheim," Loki explained to Sigyn as they walked arm in arm down the path towards where the group waited by a coach. "Of course, Thor insisted that was the rage of battle that helped him fight his way through a hundred worriers and pull us out alive, but if I recall, I was the one who veiled us in smoke to help us escape."

Loki sighed in annoyance and then grinned slightly. "Nevertheless, we both still got punished severely for it- as always."

Sigyn smiled and squeezed Loki's arm gently. "You two never fail to make me laugh," she said amusedly. "You brighten my day."

"And you brighten mine," Loki replied. "I love you, Sigyn. Do not forget that. Ever."

"I won't. I won't forget, Loki. I love you as well."

"You are my heart."

"And you are mine."

"I promise I will marry you legally, Sigyn."

"And I promise that I will be a true wife to you when the time comes."

Loki smiled and kissed her hand.

"I look forward to it…"

He then grinned.

"Shall we join the others, my dear?"

"Of course," Sigyn smiled back. "Where you go, I shall follow."

"Perfect…" Loki smirked. "Well, then, let's not waste anymore time!"

"Look, Neddie, it's a teddy bear!" York held up a small blue bear above the cot that his grandson laid in, and the one-month-old baby turned his head to look up at it. He cooed, reaching out with a clenched fist to grasp it, but York kept it at a distance.

"Come on, Munchkin, let's go and have breakfast with Grandma!" York scooped up the baby carefully before heading downstairs. As he entered the kitchen, Cecily passed him a bottle full of milk. Surprised, York thanked her before sitting down in a nearby chair. He positioned himself carefully before gently holding the teat to the baby's mouth. Neddie latched on almost immediately and soon began to drink eagerly, making content little noises as he swallowed the milk.

York watched him proudly. "What a strong baby…" he marvelled. "What a strong, little baby…"

Cecily smiled. "Father of twelve fully grown children, and yet you still go all soppy at the sight of a baby as if you've never held one before in your entire life."

York smiled up at her. "I guess I'm just a big kid, really…"

"Have you got word from the boys?"

"Ned says that everyone's fine and having a good time."

"By 'Good time' as presume you mean having drunken parties every night?"

York laughed. "No, no. They're behaving from what I've heard so far. Not long till the big competition, though!"

He looked down at his grandson. "You hear that, Neddie? Your mummy and daddy are going to be rockstars!"

Neddie just stared up at him, eyes unblinking. York laughed again.

"He's probably thinking: 'Who's this old quack holding me, and what the heck is he talking about?'" Cecily smirked.

"Oi!" York swatted at her. "I'm not a quack!"

"Quack! Quack! Quack!" Cecily laughed, doing duck impressions at him. York burst out laughing, causing Neddie to gurgle and lift up a clenched fist at his grandfather's face.

York took it in his own massive hand and kissed it. "What are we like, eh, Neddie? We're all mad! Quack!"

Neddie simply gurgled again in response.

"TURN THAT CRAP OFF! IT'S NEARLY MIDNIGHT AND YOU'RE ALL OUTSIDE IN THE RAIN?! GET BACK INSIDE! NOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWW!"

"Crap!" Ned cursed, grabbing his MP3. "Everyone! Run!"

The Gang scrambled and leapt onto their feet- dashing toward the woods.

"GET BACK HERE! DON'T GO INTO THE WOODS! GET BACK HERE! GET BACK HERE!"

The youths pushed and shoved, tripping over each other as they went further into the thick mass of trees that lay beyond the grass in the garden of the hostel. They all went further and further into the darkness, branches scratching and tearing at their clothes as they thundered past.

However, as the crowds pushed past, George was grabbed from behind and pulled backwards behind a tree. His breathing heavy, George listened as the rushing footsteps quietened into the distance, and wished that he could be allowed to breathe.

"Come on, dear," the voice said. "Let's make our escape and go somewhere more…private."

George's eyes widened, and he struggled against his attacker. The grip around his waist tightened and something sharp prodded into his back.

"Come on."

A rope was tightened around his hands. The figure climbed up the tree that they'd hidden behind, and gave a tug on the rope. George was pulled up and when he reached the top, the figure loosened and pulled off the rope, took George's hands and placed them around their own shoulders.

"Hold on tight."

Grabbing a hold on the rope, the figure swung down and back into the air, grabbing another rope that was hung by another tree and swinging on that. As they swung past more and more trees, George could faintly see more ropes. They were hung around skilfully, as if they were natural vines in the amazon. This had been planned?

Eventually, they came to a stop. The figure didn't slide down the rope though instead it stayed still.

"Well, aren't you going to slide do-"

The figure jumped off of the high rope, landing nimbly on its hands and knees, like an ape or a skilful gymnast.

George let out a long held breath. He let go of his grip on the figure's shoulders and fall backwards onto the floor. He then scrambled back into his feet, stepping backwards away from the stalker.

"Why have you brought me here?" he asked, legs shaking.

"Am I not allowed to have a little fun for once?"

"This is not fun."

"Oooh, what a shame for you then- because it is for me!"

And with that, the figure pounced at George, shoving him onto the floor with a loud thud.

"I'm going to rip your guts out, feed them to my hunting dogs, and watch the crows peck out your eyeballs from your rotting corpse! But! Not before I indulge you in something… sweet.

George's eyes widened. "No!" he roared. "You get your monstrous hands off me!"

He reached out and slapped the figure hard round the face with a sickening smack.

"You…you just…"

George scrambled away in a flourish. "You touch me and I'll rip your head off!"

"Why…that was…exhilarating!"

"What?!"

"The sensation! The thrill! Go on! Hit me again! Hit me! Hit me!"

"What?"

"Hit me, George! Vent out all your anger on me!"

With that, the figure grabbed George's hands and pushed them towards its face. "Hit me!"

"No!" George struggled to pull away. "I'm tired! Please! I'm not well!"

The grip on the hands softened, but there was still that coldness it its voice.

"Not well?...Hmm…lie down."

"What? Why?"

"Just…lie down," the voice commanded. "Over there, on the couch."

The seat was hardly a couch. The place he'd been brought to was some kind of tree house- but bigger. The wood was cracked, falling off into the darkness at every literal move that the wind made. There was enough room to lie down in, but it was horribly exposed to the cold, night air.

George did as the figure said.

"Now," the voice asked, sitting down on a chair in front of him, "what's made you unwell?"

"You wouldn't know…" George replied.

"Trust me, George. I've known you for a LONG time. We have common friends."

"Common friends?"

"Like, say... ah, doesn't matter. Now, why have you been unwell?"

"I don't want to tell you."

"Grief? Hmmm, yes: looks like that indeed."

"Of course not!"

"Ah, yes: grief. Someone you hold very dear has vanished, your mother has died, and you're all alone. Boohoo!"

George shot up. "Don't you dare insult my mother's memory!"

"What of your friend's memory?"

"He has no memory. He's not dead."

"Is he not?..." the figure smirked.

"No. Anyway, if you know me, then why do you need to hear all this?"

"Because I want to."

"That's no excuse."

"You want to know my name?"

"Yes, I do."

"My name is Hyde."

"Hyde? Hyde? As in Edward Hyde?"

"Well, no. I've always been called Hyde. But, overtime, people have given me that first name due to the book. My first name is actually Leonard, but I hate it- so I allow people to call me Edward at times, but please, just Hyde. I've known that part of my name the longest."

"Hyde? You're not taking a piss take on that novel of Jekyll and Hyde are you?"

"No. My name is Hyde."

"Well… umm…nice to meet you, Hyde."

George held out a hand. Hyde shook it.

"Hello, George," he grinned.

"Hello, Hyde…"

Then.

"Will you let me see your face properly?"

A grin seemed to cross its way onto Hyde's visible check. He reached up and slowly pulled back his clock. Piercing green eyes met George's steady brown ones and hair as golden as the sun shone in the moonlight. His eyes shone with a sense of morbid hatred, yet his smile suggested otherwise. In an instant, Hyde's hands had wrapped themselves around George's throat. He snarled into his face.

"Recognise me?" he hissed. "Recognise my face, George?"

George gasped for air, his hands clawed at Hyde's desperately in an attempt to get free.

"No…no!"

Hyde shoved him away. George slammed into the hard wooden desk near the window. He dropped to the floor like a sack of potatoes. "You will, my dear. You will. Soon. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

He then went over to the scarred teenager, moved behind him and sat down. He wrapped his arms over the smaller teen's frame and pulled him closer towards him. Hyde then snarled and laughed as he nuzzled his face into George's stiff, cold neck. He pulled back some of the hair at George's forehead, and where there was a bloody gash he covered with his mouth. He grinned as he licked the blood away with his tongue and he leaned backwards.

George lay limp in his cage like embrace; his head flopped to one side, mouth open, eyes closed, and blood trickling down his head. He was out cold, subject to Hyde's mercy.

Hyde's green eyes glowed with evil. He started to sway side to side, rocking like a mother would rock a child, but in a perverse way.

"No one gets away from Hyde," he hissed. "No one gets away from me."

He looked down at George. "Not even you..."

Just then, there was a shout from below outside. "Hyde!" a voice called. "Edward Hyde! Come down here now!"

Sighing impatiently, Hyde called out: "I'm rather busy at the moment, Simon! What do you want?"

"Ah, staking your claim on some unfortunate girl again?"

"Something like that!" Hyde called back, grinning.

"Well, get your dick out of it and come down!"

"Simon! I'm offended and surprised at you!"

"Come on, Hyde!"

"I'm coming!"

"That's what he said!" Simon sniggered.

"You disgusting bastard!"

"Pierre needs you again! Come on!"

"Again?! Fine! Go on! I'll be there in a minute!"

The sound of footsteps faded into the distance and Hyde looked down at George in his arms.

He grinned.

As he started to push George away so that he could climb to his feet, Hyde heard a moan and saw fingers twitch. He grinned even more. He wriggled free and stood up, then bent down and picked George up and carried him over to a small, messy bed. Hyde placed George on it- moving clothes that belonged to him and various one-night visitors out of the way- and pulled up the covers over his dangerously thin frame.

He kissed George's head, before running and leaping out of the tree house and into the darkness as if he were made of it, leaving the twitching, shivering teen on his own in the cold.

"Did we lose Warwick?" Hal panted as they stopped by a tree to breathe.

"I think so…" Ned gasped, collapsing onto the floor. "I can't see him."

"We're…so…screwed…" Richard wheezed, running his hands through his hair. "We're…so…dead."

"Is everyone…here?" Ned coughed. "Not…everyone came out with us…"

"I…I think so," Hal looked around to see everyone sitting, collapsed, by various trees. "Yeah…we're all here…"

"Wait!" Slim came running up, a hat in his hands. "George is gone? I found his hat by a tree far behind us. "

"Fuck!" Ned cursed. "He could be anywhere!"

"Warwick might find him!" Richard face-palmed. "We have to find him before Warwick does!"

"Come on!" Hal urged. "We need to split up! Let's go!"

"And how may I be of service, Pierre?" Hyde asked, taking a puff out of a cigarette as he sat on a chair around a fire. "I was busy with entertainment."

"You are not of service to me, Edward Hyde."

"Then why was I called here?"

"It's your normal self that I have service of."

"You mean the freak?"

"If that's what you want to calm him, then yes, I want the freak."

"I can't just switch between him and myself like that."

"You've been able to do it, for some time lately, if I'm correct."

"…Rats. I was enjoying myself."

"Come on, Hyde. Change."

"I can't just do it whenever anyone asks me to. It's triggered somehow. It's a fucking split personality disorder, Pierre!"

"Edward. Change."

Hyde stared at the older man in pure defiance and hate. He sighed.

"Let your normal self have control for once. Please, Hyde."

"No! I can't switch whenever you want me to! I can't control it!"

"You're Hyde. And like Hyde in the book, you're stronger than Jekyll-"

"That's only when I'm him and want to become me! Not the other way around!"

Pierre stared at him.

"Edward…"

"You know that that's not my name!"

"Do I have to put you in the chair?"

Hyde's eyes widened. His face went white.

"You put me in that machine, I'll break your fucking neck right on the spot!"

Pierre motioned to someone behind Hyde. Two men grabbed the young adult by the arm and dragged him out.

Hyde kicked and clawed like an outraged wolf at being manhandled and his eyes widened even more at the sight of the chair.

"Your refusal to cooperate-"

"No!"

"means that we will start the transformation for you."

They pushed him into the chair. They strapped him in.

"NO!" Hyde screamed, thrashing around. "NO!"

"Goodnight, Edward Hyde."

"NO!"

The switch was flipped. Hyde screamed in agony. His head dropped and all became quiet. In a bare millisecond of speed, his features seemed to flicker. He grew taller. His hair became ever so slightly shorter. His legs became thicker, as did his body.

The features snapped into place as quickly as they'd started to change; all this in a blink of an eye, of a short intake of breath.

The figure before Pierre opened his eyes. His face had a sense of confusion, tiredness, gentleness, a shapeless kind of face and eyes.

His eyes were bright blue- a baby kind of blue.

Pierre smiled.

"Welcome back, Lennie," he said.