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Madianna- Mads... Hyde cannot help what he does, he is a psychopath! Of course Mercutio is your favourite! Who doesn't love Mercutio?! You bet I'm going to do a wedding chapter! And definitely with a food fight!

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I hope you enjoy this very long chapter! Phew! It took ages! WARNING! LOTS OF SWEARING IN THIS CHAPTER!

Bursting through the open window, Hyde climbed to his feet in the moonlit room and walked towards the illuminated bed. He pulled up the covers with one hand, and then placed the unconscious teen onto the duvet before pulling the covers over his shaking body. George murmured something that didn't make sense and grasped out for anything with his two hands, like a baby would when reaching out for its parents. Hyde smirked and grabbed the outstretched hands within his own, and squeezed them reassuringly.

"Don't worry, dear," he cooed. "I'm here. You're safe."

George murmured something again, and Hyde bent down so that he could hear it.

"What did you say, dear?"

"…Mother….Lennie….Alive….Lennie…Alive…Mother."

"Yes, dear, Lennie is alive and well. He is safe," he pointed to his own head, "in here. In my mind…"

"Hyde…Lennie…Same…"

"We are the same, dear. He is the cave in which I shelter. I am the bandit. I cannot help being here. I'm…Sorry, dear."

"Don't…Don't…Leave me…Hyde…"

At that, Hyde pulled away, his animal-like green eyes widened in shock, his golden hair stunning in the moonlight that shone in through the window.

He started to lessen his grip on George's hand, but as he pulled away, he felt George- even in his delirious state- pull him back. Hyde gave a small smile.

"You are tough," he grinned. "You're definitely not weak, dear."

"Please…Mother…Stay…Hyde…Stay."

Hyde sighed. "Ok. I'll stay. For you."

A small smile snaked across George's face. Hyde saw this and chuckled. He was able to pull away from George's grip and then slowly walked around to the other side of the bed, the one nearest the window. He then pulled back the covers and climbed in. At the feeling of someone else beside him, George- like a frightened child, like Lennie- grabbed for him and buried his face within his chest. Hyde raised an eyebrow at the display of fear, and slowly wrapped a strong arm around the smaller teen's body. He pressed his forehead against his and whispered:

"Don't trust me, George. You cannot trust me. Ever."

George whimpered, his closed eyes tightening, and he- even in his unconscious state- began to cry. He was acting like a baby, terrified of some nightmare that he could not awaken from. Hyde placed a hand on the side of his face and stroked it with a strong, lean finger. "Sssh…" he hummed. "Ssshhh. There, there, dear. There, there."

Eventually, George's whimpers died down, and his breathing became natural. His grip loosened, and Hyde slowly drew his other hand away. The hand on George's face ran along his neck, along his nose, through his hair, on his lips. Hyde slowly hummed to himself, watching and smiling with cat-like eyes at the movements of his hand. He pressed up closer to him, loving the feeling of being so close to his body, and sighed while shaking with a morbid sense of excitement. He could feel more than one thing pressed up against him, and his grin widened even more.

George was so defenceless. Imagine what he could do to him while he was unconscious!

Hyde slowly grabbed George's shirt by the collar. He started to unbutton it when he felt someone from behind smack him hard on the head.

Hyde whirled round to see It standing above him, his blue eyes grinning with morbid excitement as well.

"Not yet, Hyde," was all he said.

Hyde growled. "What the fuck? I was having some R & R with my boyfriend, you fuckwit!"

It smirked. "He's not your boyfriend, Hyde. He's yours, but you're not his boyfriend. He does not want you."

"I don't give a flying fuck what he wants, he's MINE!"

"And Sigyn is mine. But at least she's my wife, and willing to sleep with me."

"Fuck off! I've raped plenty of girls, I could do it to him if I wished!"

"HYDE! YOU WILL NOT!"

"AND WHY NOT? WHY DO YOU CARE ABOUT WHAT HAPPENS TO HIM?"

"HE WILL NOT BE YOUR TOY! YOU WILL MARRY SOMEONE IN YOUR LIFE, AND IT WILL NOT BE HIM!"

Hyde's eyes widened. "I will marry someone? How? Who?"

"I cannot say…"

"Wait… Why should I believe whatever you say, God of Lies? You could be fooling me to stop me from doing what I want."

He snarled into It's face. "Well, it ain't gonna stop me, Fuckwit!"

It smirked, and with lightning speed, grabbed Hyde by his arm and pushed it high up his back. Hyde screamed in pain.

"Do not fuck with me, Monster. My name is LOKI!"

"Fuck off! Let me go!"

"NO… YOU WILL OBEY ME, EDWARD HYDE!"

"THAT IS NOT MY NAME! MY NAME IS HYDE, AND HYDE ALONE!"

"AND MY NAME IS LOKI!"

"LET ME GO!"

"NO!"

It smashed his fist into the side of Hyde's face. Hyde responded by grabbing the hand and twisting it backwards at an alarming speed. He then kneaded It in the privates and the God conjured a dagger and held it at Hyde's throat, snarling.

"Do not mess with a god, Monster. You do not know what I am capable of."

"And you do not know what I am capable of," Hyde snarled back. "I have killed so many people."

"As have I, Monster."

"Have you held someone by their throat, shoved a dagger down their mouth, and watched it tear through their throat, covering you in their blood?"

"No. But I have tortured many people, in the most horrific ways possible."

"Have you ever raped anyone, Trickster?"

"I have raped my wife, when she refused to obey me, countless times."

"I thought you said that your wife was willing to sleep with you?"

"Oh, she is. But that hasn't stopped me from taking her when she isn't."

"Smooth."

"Indeed."

Hyde laughed a little. "What is wrong with us?" he asked.

"There is nothing wrong with us, Edward. We are doing what we were made to do- become the villains we are and ruin the lives of others, including those who we care about the most. There is nothing wrong with us."

"You could be lying again, Trickster."

"Indeed, I could be, Monster."

Hyde looked towards George, who lay asleep on the bed, his face relaxed and peaceful. "From the moment I was born, in the dark and alone, I knew what I had to do. I owe my existence to his mistake- he, he is my creator of sorts. He is my…father. He forced me- an impossible thing- to live and he didn't even know about it. I hate him because he made me live, but I love him and tolerate him because of that exact reason, and because Lennie needs him. I need him. I cannot live without him, for he is the only reason for my existence, and I wouldn't be here if it weren't for him."

It listened, dagger still poised at Hyde's throat, and nodded. "I know what you mean," he said. "I hate Odin for lying to me all these years about my true lineage, yet in some ways, I still crave his respect. I hate Thor because he never noticed how I felt, and because he always pushed me out of the spotlight, but I still care for him in some ways. The only person who I truly love is Mother, because she always treated me and Thor as equals, and because she was the one who taught me magic."

"What about your wife?" Hyde interjected, still pressed up against It's chest- eyes never moving from the dagger held dangerously at his throat.

It sighed. "I love Sigyn, more than anything, I love her-"

"But…"

"But sometimes I hate her for being so… loyal to me- following me around like a puppy."

"I'd love someone to follow me around like that, and if they'd annoy me, I'd just beat the shit out of them."

"Ehehehehehe! I like your thinking!"

"…Ummm, could you kindly move your dagger away from my throat now?"

"Hmmm… You promise not to touch him?"

"What if he wants me to?"

"Which he won't, but if he does, then yes."

"Why can't I touch him?"

"You're meant to be healing him. Raping him won't get us anywhere in doing that task."

"You just care about yourself, don't you? Not me or anyone else."

"Don't you?"

"True."

"Once he's healed, and you can ruin his life again, Hyde, you can do whatever you want with him. Got it?"

"Yes, Fuckwit."

"I'll take that as a compliment."

"You should, seeing as it's the only compliment that you'll ever get in your miserable life!"

"Don't be a smartass, Monster."

"Don 't be a pillock, Fuckwit."

"Ehehehe!"

"…Fine. I won't touch him." Hyde tried to hold up his hands, but both were either held behind his own back, or clinging onto It's twisted arm. Instead, he held up his head. "I promise you I won't touch him like that without his own consent."

"Hmmm…." It smirked. "And how do I know you're not lying, Monster?"

He twisted Hyde's arm that had been pushed up his back, and Hyde screamed in pain.

"I SWEAR IT! ON MY LIFE, I SWEAR IT!"

"Still not convinced…"

"FOR FUCK'S SAKE, IT! DO YOU WANT MY HELP IN OVERTHROWING THOR OR NOT?"

It smirked even more and released his grip. Hyde tried to stagger forward, but It still held the dagger at his throat.

"Ahahah!" he cooed. "You still need to promise me that you won't hurt him."

"I just did!" Hyde snarled.

"No, you didn't promise."

"For fuck's sake!"

"Ehehehe!"

"Fine! I promise on my own life that I will not hurt George Milton until he is healed." Hyde held up a hand and placed it against his own chest. "I promise."

"…Good."

Hyde breathed out a large sigh of relief. It turned around to walk away.

"Goodbye, Monster."

"Wait!"

It turned and smirked.

Hyde stared at him with wide, angry eyes. "This person who I will marry in the future," he started. "Who are they?"

"Someone you have known for a long time."

Immediately, Hyde turned to look at George, but It laughed and held up a finger. "Not him."

"Then who?"

"Someone you have known for a long time," was all It said.

"You could be lying, Trickster."

"Indeed, I could be. You'll just have to wait and see if I'm telling the truth or not, won't you?"

"…I hate you."

"The feeling is mutual, my dear Monster."

"Glad we agree, Fuckwit."

"Ehehehehe! Goodbye, Hyde."

"Goodbye, It."

"Remember what I have told you," It warned. "Or there'll be worse ways I can torture you."

"Of course. Who wouldn't forget something like that?"

"You won't."

"Of course."

"Goodbye."

It turned and slowly faded into the darkness from whence he came. Hyde stared at the dark corner of the room he had disappeared and entered from, and then turned to look down at George- who still lay asleep, oblivious to what had just happened.

Hyde sighed. "I'm sorry, George…For everything."

He climbed back into the bed, and cautiously placed a hand on his shoulder. "I'm sorry that I'm not Lennie. I'm sorry for what I've done, but you made me do it. You pushed him away and as a result, I was born. It's your own foolish actions that have caused the pain that I'm causing you now. I'm only doing what I was born to do- and that is to hurt you."

He reached over and redid the buttons up on his shirt, before pulling his hand away. "Take advantage of my sympathy for now, for who knows when it shall go away…"

George shuffled in his sleep. Hyde looked at him.

"I don't know when or how I can change back into your friend, but I can feel him inside me, stirring and wanting to be free. Ticklish, in a way, really."

George shuffled again.

"I wish that I could be your Lennie, I really wish I could."

George lay still.

"But I can't. I'm Hyde- Edward or whatever people want to call me- but I am Hyde. I was born out of fear, made to ruin your life, alone in the dark and the cold and the rain. I remember how he- your Lennie- was so upset after what you did, how he opened his window that cold and rainy night and ran away. How he ran for hours, lost, alone and hungry. He found a box, and seeing no other shelter, hid in that. But that box was lifted onto a ship and sailed away. I remember how he opened that box and staggered out, seeing the unfamiliar sight of a different port. Scared, he ran again, and eventually stumbled onto the cottage that we're sleeping in now. This was the bed he slept in. For days, he sat in that corner, rocking back and forth, his hair dishevelled and eyes wide and mad, covered in filth and blood from when he'd tripped and fallen onto glass. His mind was beginning to shatter when the door opened, light came streaming in, and they were there: Pierre and his gang. They took him out of this cottage and took him to where we were earlier- the tribe. He fainted upon arrival, and when they studied him, they saw how his mind was collapsing on itself- closing in and splitting in order to protect itself from the shock and trauma of what had happened. They realised that he was developing a split personality in order to protect himself, and then he arrived. A man in armour, with eyes as blue as sapphires, and he said he could help. He offered to heal my- I mean, Lennie's- mind, and they agreed. He used magic to make the split personality separate from Lennie's, and through that magic- I- who should have just been another mind living within his own- became a full human being, who could only switch when the right chemical balance was made. He- that armoured man- had created another Jekyll and Hyde- and thus, that's where I got my name. In a sense, that man is my father too, because he created me with his magic, but you are too because it was your rejection that led me to that man in the first place. Without that, I would not be here. I knew from my birth that it was your fault that I was here, and I was taught to perfect my already natural agility and survival skills for the day that I would see you again. Lennie, when he was conscious, was already feeling rejection towards you himself, but they taught him to fully ignore any feelings of love or friendship that he had towards you. We were both taught to hate you more than we already did, if that's possible. He- that man- invented that chair that I hate so much to turn either of us into each other if we hadn't for many weeks. One time, I'd been myself for two months, and the longer I stayed as either Lennie or myself, the more painful the transformation in that chair was. They forced me in, strapped me down, and the pain- the pain was unbearable. I could feel it split my mind, and I felt myself fall asleep. That's what happens when either of us changes: everything goes black and it feels like we're falling asleep. For some reason, I can remember what Lennie does, but he can't remember what I do. He may be playing with something, then turns into me, and when I turn back into him, the only thing he can remember is that he was playing with whatever it was he was playing with. He only remembers what he was last doing, but I can remember so much more. I don't know why. It must be because I'm stronger than him."

He let out a heavy sigh and turned to face George who- to his surprise was wide-awake, eyes glowing in the moonlight- tears pouring down his face.

"Is that what happened?" he choked.

Hyde stared at him with a fierce gaze. He nodded his head. "Yes. That's what happened. That why I'm here."

George's lip quivered. He reached out and placed a hand on Hyde's cheek. Hyde placed a hand on top of George's and continued to stare.

George sighed. "I'm so sorry… I, I waited everyday, hoping that Lennie had simply hidden somewhere- that he was playing a game of Hide & Seek, but I never, ever thought that that happened to him. To both of you."

"You think that saying sorry will change everything?" Hyde snarled. "He hates you! They taught him to hate you! They taught me to kill you!"

"But you won't," George said. "You won't kill me, Hyde."

"And how do you know what I will and will not do?"

"Because you won't. You need me."

"I do not need you! I looked after both of us when we were trapped in that room, in that chair, long before you came here! I do not need you to live!"

"Yes, you do."

"I hate you!"

"Of course you do. And I hate you too. But I need you, Hyde. You're my friend."

Hyde stared at him with wide eyes. "Friend?! FRIEND?!"

"Yes. You're my friend."

"How can I be your friend?!"

"Because you're a part of Lennie- and he is my friend, so you are too."

"Oh, so because I'm a part of your precious friend, I am too? Not because I'm me or anything like that? Typical!"

George laughed. Hyde scowled at him. "Look at us…" George chuckled. "Bickering like a married couple!"

"It's fortunate that we're not! I'd hate to be married to you!"

"Glad it's mutual, then."

"What, you'd hate to be married to me?"

"Yep."

"And why?"

"Hmmm. Let's think of a reason. 1. You're a psychopath. 2. You're a psychopath. 3. You're a psychopath!"

"And if I weren't a psychopath?"

"I still wouldn't marry you."

"Why?"

"Because I'm not into you."

"And what if it were Lennie who was asking you?"

George bit his lip and turned away. "That's… that's none of your concern."

"AHAHAH! You'd marry him, but not me!"

George spun round. "No! I wouldn't marry him, and you know why? Because he's stupid! He wouldn't understand, and anyway, I'm not homosexual like everyone's been saying I am!"

"Then what are you? Bi?"

"No! I'm probably a heterosexual-homoromantic."

"A what?"

"Hetrosexual-homoromantic. A straight person who seeks a relationship for companionship, intimacy and affection with someone of the same sex, but doesn't feel any sexual attraction to them."

"That's what you think you are?"

"It seems the most logical. I don't feel any desire towards either of you, really, but I do seek companionship from both of you."

"Hmmmm. You know that Lennie has got the impression that you do want him. And anyway, didn't you announce that you loved him at Christmas?"

"Yes, but I'm not gay. I'm not."

"I think you're lying, but whatever floats your boat."

"You don't know me."

"Yes, I do!" Hyde laughed. "I know you more than you know yourself, George!"

"I'd like to see how…" George murmured.

"And I'd rather not show you," Hyde snickered, eyes grinning. "But, really, I think you're lying. I remember you, Lennie, Slim and someone else playing together as children-"

"Christine,' George interrupted.

"Who?" Hyde frowned.

"That's the other person we played with. Slim's sister."

Hyde's eyes flashed with realisation and he snapped his fingers. "Of course!" he gasped.

Now it was George's turn to frown. "What?"

"Oh, nothing, dear!" Hyde cooed. "Just realising something that doesn't concern you."

He thought to himself: "It, is this what you mean about my 'marriage'?"

And, suddenly, out of nowhere, It's voice came into his mind.

"Yes, Monster. This is what I mean."

"So does this mean I do get married, then?"

"Nope…"

"But, it has to be!"

"I can still trick you if I wanted to, Hyde."

"FUCK YOU!"

"EHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!"

"Right, you're being turned off!"

"EHEHEHE- Wait, what?"

Hyde closed his eyes, and It's voice vanished from his mind. He smiled, opened his eyes, and let out a satisfied sigh. He turned to George, who sat on the bed while looking at him curiously. Hyde flashed a grin.

He pounced and landed right in front of George, causing him to yelp in surprise and push himself against the wall.

"Dear! Want to play Lions?"

"Umm…No. I'd rather play Sleeping Lions. Goodnight."

"But I want to plaaaaaaaayyyyy!"

"Well, go to a whorehouse or something!"

"Hmm…Okay!"

Leaping off the bed, Hyde grabbed his black trench coat and placed it on. He grabbed George's chin and held it up so that he was looking down at him in the eyes.

"I won't be long. You stay here and sleep, dear."

"As if I'm going to do anything else! What happened? Why are we even here?"

"That's for me to know and not you. You're staying here and resting your poor little head!"

He patted George on the head.

"I trust you'll be fine by yourself?"

George nodded.

Hyde grinned.

"Good boy!"

He grabbed George's face in both of his hands and pressed his lips to his. George squirmed and pushed himself away, but Hyde pulled him back and hugged him.

"Bye, George," he whispered. "Stay safe."

George clung to him for a moment, burying his face in Hyde's large coat, and murmured: "Don't do anything stupid."

"I promise."

"Don't piss the police off."

"Of course."

"And stay safe."

"Yes, Mother!" Hyde giggled. He ran his hands through George's mop of brown hair. "I'll be fine! I'm the one who's meant to be looking after you, not the other way around!"

He pulled away and turned around when George grabbed his arm.

"And, if you turn into Lennie while you're gone, if you can, make sure he stays safe too."

Hyde froze. "I'll try, but that'll be hard, seeing as I'll be stuck in his head. But-" he turned around to face George, "knowing how much he means to you, I'll try- if I can- to keep him safe."

George smiled at him a true genuine smile. "Thank you, Hyde."

Hyde couldn't help but smile back. He then frowned, turned, and climbed through the window and out into the night.

George waited until he was gone before climbing underneath the duvet and settling down into sleep. He would need lots of it now.

Hyde strolled down the street, whistling a tune to himself as streetlights illuminated his face in the darkness. He was about to turn round the corner when someone tapped him on the shoulder from behind.

It stood there, sceptre in his hands. He did not look happy. Hyde's eyes widened in fear, shock and realisation.

"What did I tell you about touching him?!" It snarled.

Hyde gasped. "Oh, shit!" he yelled, before dashing off down the alleyway.

It snickered. "Foolish, Monster! You cannot get away from me, even when you're swinging on ropes!"

"I can try!" Hyde called back.

"No, you can't!" It giggled. "Get back here!"

"Make me!" Hyde's voice was getting fainter and fainter as he ran into the distance.

"If you insist!" It laughed, and ran off after him, chuckling as Hyde jumped over a fence and missed due to It's magic. "Not so agile now, are you?"

"Stop using magic on me! That's cheating!"

"No, it isn't!" It laughed.

"Yes, it is!"

"No, it isn't!"

"Yes, it is!"

"No, it isn't!"

The two figures disappeared into the night, their laughter dying down and all became quiet…

Then.

"AAAAAHHHH! FUCK YOU, IT!"

"EHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!"