Madianna- I told you, Mads! Hyde is a split personality in Lennie's head! And like Jekyll and Hyde, he can exist in human form, meaning it's very hard to get rid of him! But don't worry, Lennie will return!

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1st July 2013

"AMERICA! FUCK YEAH!" Hyde cheered, lifting up a bottle of alcohol and swigging it down in one gulp. He staggered and laughed. "AMERICA! WOOOH! HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY EVERYONE!"

Everyone laughed and Hyde staggered over to where Pierre sat down by a door leading into the rooms the men all slept in. "Hey, P! What's up?"

Pierre looked up. He ran a hand through his hair.

"Hyde… I don't know how to say this… But…"

Hyde's face immediately darkened. "What did you do?" he hissed.

"We…"

"I said, 'what did you do?'"

Pierre opened his mouth to speak, but Hyde had grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and held him in headlock. "Listen, you filthy old bastard…" he seethed. "If you have hurt a single hair on his head, then I won't hesitate to rip your throat out of your body with my bare hands."

"H-Hyde-" Pierre choked, grasping at him for air. "G-George-"

Hyde immediately let go and ran off towards the house.

He opened the door to find all the rooms empty. He turned and headed towards a shelf, grabbed a candle, lit it, and headed off out of the house into the darkness.

Swinging the door open, Hyde growled in frustration at the sight of another empty room. He ran round another corridor and headed towards the last door at the very end of the long row. He shoved the keys in and swung the door open.

CRACK!

George's body, which had collapsed against the door, was pushed roughly into the wall as the door swung open. Hyde gasped, pulled the door back, placed the candle on the floor, and knelt down beside the body. He picked up the body and stared down at it, tracing his hand over the cold, white features. George's eyes were closed, his face was a deadly white, and his body was dangerously cold. Hyde felt along his neck for a sign of a pulse, and growled when he felt no sign of one.

"You cannot be dead. George," he shook him. "GEORGE! WAKE UP!"

But George was quite gone.

Hyde buried his face in George's cold neck. "God…Oh God, if you are listening, grant Edward Hyde this only wish… Make his killers rue the day that they crossed me…"

He looked up as the moon shone through the window, illuminating one side of his animal-like face.

"And, if there ever be a merciful god out there…."

He looked down at George's face again, cupping it in one hand and stroking it with one finger.

"Then let them raise me up high to stare in the face of death, to face the punishment and grief of nature as I stain it with the blood of my foes. And laugh at my idiocy, for I do not care for George Milton. But know this: he was MINE- mine to own, to pet, to abuse and to posses as my own- as my own toy, and he was TAKEN from me without my consent, and now they shall pay for doing so. George was MINE. MINE! I do not care for Lennie, I only share his body and his mind, but George needs him, he needs him, and God, I need Lennie to live. I love George Milton- like a man loves money- but I also love him as something I do not yet know… He is my addiction. I need my revenge against him. Lennie does too. God, if you're listening, help me get my vengeance against this man who controls me yet frees me in this torment that I have helped create."

A whistle came out from the shadows, and Hyde gripped George tightly to him as he spun his head round to see who had been listening.

"Come out, if you know what's good for you!"

A figure came out, smirking and laughing.

"I must say… You are very interesting, Mr Hyde."

"It. You are here?"

"Am I standing before you, err, yes I am. And my name is Loki."

"There cannot be two Lokis."

"Ehehehehe, no. I am the future Loki, the one who is truly the God of Chaos, and who is truly the King of Asgard."

"Future Loki, huh?"

"Indeed."

"What do you want, It?"

"I want to help you."

"Liar. You may be the God of Lies, but you are not fooling me."

It laughed. "Oh, Hyde, you are perfect!"

"That is definitely a lie."

"I want to work with you."

"Work with me?"

"Of course, not now. When the present day Loki becomes who he will eventually be- me- I will work with you to overthrow my brother."

"But you will have no memory of this when he does become you."

"No, he will. When Loki becomes me, he will know what he has to do."

"And what will happen to you?"

"I will go back into Loki's sub consciousness, where I have always been. I am Loki's fear, created by his jealously."

"So, are you the future Loki, or not?"

It played with the golden staff he held in his hand. "A bit off both, I suppose."

"And when I work with you, what will you give me?"

"I shall give you what you want now. I shall bring your friend here back to life in perfect health. He shall have no memory of what has happened."

"But that's impossible. He can't forget who I am, what's happened to Lennie or his mother! If I remind him, he'll just go depressed again!"

"Oh, I'll give him a bit of his memory, but not of being in here, in this cell."

"Can't you just kill me, instead? Erase me from everything? I was never meant to be alive in the first place! I was created out of fear, and…" he voice trailed off and he looked up to see It smirking at him. "Like you were…"

It nodded. "We were created for a purpose, Hyde. Mine to ensure that Loki becomes the villain that he's always meant to be. You, to make George's life a misery. We won't ever go away. We're here permanently. Even when I disappear into Loki's head, I will never go away. Because I never can. I'm in my own timeline- and I will continue to live my life and Loki will live his. In a way, my timeline should never have existed. I shouldn't be able to go back in time and tell anyone anything of the future, but for some reason I can. When Loki becomes the bane of the universe, my timeline will be erased, and all of Loki's imagination and fears will go away. I shouldn't exist, but I do. Like you do, Hyde."

Hyde sighed. "But you just said that you'll live your own life when you disappear into Loki's head. Now you're saying that your timeline will be erased when you do disappear. What do you mean?"

It smirked. "I never said that I'm honest in everything I say. I could be lying. This could all be a dream. Or, I could be telling the truth and you could be awake. I speak in riddles. I'm not going to tell you everything I plan to do, do I? Remember, I am the God of Lies."

"Yeah," Hyde groaned. "No wonder you piss everyone you meet off!"

"Ehehehehehehehehehehe!" It laughed. "True!"

He knelt over George's body. "Let's get started, shall we?"

Hyde grabbed his wrist. "I never said that I'd agree to your proposition."

"Oh, I know you will."

"How?"

"Because you don't have any other choice…"

"…Do it."

It smirked and placed his hand over George's bleeding head. "Behold!"

Hyde's eyes widened in amazement as a bright light shone from Its hand. The light seemed to seep into George's skin and soon his whole body began to glow with the bright light, illuminating Hyde's face in its intensity. The light died down and George lay there in Hyde's arms, fully healed and fully healthy. His skin was no longer paper-thin or a deadly white, but was instead a full peachy colour. He was no longer dangerously thin, and was now of an average, normal build. He hadn't been this healthy since January.

It stood up. "There," he said, polishing his hands and smirking, "done."

Hyde looked up. "And he will not remember what has happened? Where he is?"

"No. I suggest you take him somewhere safe. Heal him. Get him back to full shape. He has a performance to go attend in August; he must be fully well by the time that happens. Got it?"

"Why do you care if he goes there or not?"

"I do not intend for my past self to be humiliated there. George has to go."

"…Fine. But who says that I'm taking care of him? As you said, I was created to make his life a misery. How can I do that if I'm taking care of him?"

"Look after him for now, then make his life a misery," It smirked. "It'll be fun."

"…Sure."

Hyde looked down at George as he started to stir. It's eyes widened. "He cannot be in here when he wakes."

He made a hole in the wall with his magic.

"Get out of here now, Hyde!"

Hyde picked George up and stood on his feet. "What about you?" he asked.

"I will be watching you," It said. "Go on. Get out now."

Hyde nodded and ran, George held tightly in his arms.

"Hal! Yo! Hally! Hal! HAL!"

Hal looked up and saw Mercutio laughing at him. "What's so funny?"

"You! You're just staring at something in the corner! What is it?"

"Nothing… I was just thinking about my Father…"

"Hal, he was a prick! Forget about him! He's dead now!"

"How dare you! How dare you! Just because you don't have a father, you can't go and insult mine! He may have had his faults, but he was my father, and he deserves to be treated with respect! He was a good father! It was my fault for being so wild! It was your fault for always dragging me into trouble! I am a king now, Mercutio, and I cannot be reckless or wild anymore!"

He was silent for a moment before standing up and murmuring: "I'm off to bed," and he started to head out of the door when Mercutio spoke up.

"I'm a prince too, you know. My uncle is the Prince of Verona."

"Yes… But you're not a king, are you? You will never be a king, Mercutio. You won't know what hardship it brings."

He turned to walk out, when Kate entered. She took one look at the two and took Hal's hand.

"Henri, it is time for bed."

"I know, my wife, I know."

He turned. "Goodnight, Prince Mercutio."

"Goodnight, Your Highness. Goodnight, Queen Katherine."

And Hal walked out, Kate beside him. Mercutio waited until they were gone before picking up a book he was reading and threw it at the wall before collapsing by the chair, head in his hands.

"I'm sorry, Hal…" he sobbed. "I'm sorry that I got you into this mess… I'm so sorry…"

Richard sat on his bed. The others were out and he was alone. He fiddled with a small box he held in his hands and let out a sigh. He was going to do it. He was going to.

He jumped as the door opened and Anne came in. He quickly stuffed the box in his pocket and leapt off the bed to greet her.

"Anne," he smiled. "You are well?"

"Yes, Richard!" She laughed. "I am fine!"

Richard leant over and kissed her before laughing as well. "Good! How is our boy? What has Father said?"

"He says that our boy is fine and is becoming livelier by the day."

Richard licked his lips before continuing.

"Anne…" his voice full of trepidation.

Anne noticed the nervousness in his voice and her eyes narrowed. "Richard?"

"…Will you?"

Anne's eyes searched his. "Will I do what?"

Richard looked at her and gave a small smile before sighing and pulling out the small box he had in his pocket. He opened it.

"Will you marry me?"