Madianna- With Ned around, no one's going to "Get Lucky" anywhere! ;-D

ComedyMonarchy- Ehehe, thanks! ;-D I'd love to see that as a TV show!

Guest- Of course Hyde is livelier than Lennie, he's everything that Lennie isn't!

Sorry for the lateness, everyone! I REEAALLYY hope that you like this as a sign of forgiveness for my tardiness!

July 1st, 2013

Anne was speechless. Her mouth opened and closed like a fish as she stared at the ring Richard held before her.

"I-I-I…"

Richard grinned, chuckling. "I know…" he murmured. "A bit of a shock, I guess."

Anne closed her mouth, nodding. "If you do marry me, when we're both over 18, you will get everything I own when my father passes on. You will get my half of his fortune when he dies."

Richard nodded, his face serious. "I know. Marrying you would make me an even wealthier man as a duke's son. But…Anne…Though your wealth is important to me as a royal duke, it does not matter to me as much as your safety. People will say that I married you to only eventually get your money, or to save myself the embarrassment of fathering a child before marriage, but that is not true. I want to marry you because I do love you- I always have- and I want to be a good father to our boy. I want to make sure that he grows up in a loving household, knowing that he is loved and cherished by us, and that it doesn't matter whether he was born out of wedlock, or that he hadn't been expected or planned until when we were married. I want to stay by your side forever, Anne. I want your face to be the first thing I see in the morning and the last thing I see in the evening. I love you, Anne, I want to grow old with you, and see our children grow up together, and watch our grandchildren run around our garden, filling our lives with laughter. I want to look after you and take care of you because I love you, Anne. I do. Truly."

During his speech, Anne's eyes had filled with tears. They poured down her cheeks and she gave a tearful smile.

"Oh, Richard!" she cried. "Of course I'll marry you!"

Richard's eyes lit up and he pulled her into a giant hug. "Oh, Anne!" he gasped. "You've made me the happiest man in the world!"

He pulled away and slid the ring into her finger. She held it up to marvel at it as it glinted in the light of their room.

Richard smiled. "I'm glad you like it."

Anne looked up at him. "It's beautiful, Richard. I love it."

"Good."

Richard pulled her into a hug again. "I love you, Anne. You know that don't you?"

"Yes, I love you too, Richard. I love you so much. I've always loved you."

"And you, Anne. So, so much…"

July 26th, 2013

George sat up in bed, dread hitting him when realised what day it was. It was his 17th birthday- the first birthday he'd have for the rest of his life without his mother and the first birthday he'd have with the split personality that Lennie had developed due to George's own selfish actions. He didn't want this birthday at all. He wanted it to be his 16th again so that he could be with his mother and Lennie again without Hyde existing and making his life hell.

Maybe he'd be nicer to him today…

There was a rustle outside his door and a large bang followed suite. George leapt out of bed and pulled open the door.

In the morning light, George saw a figure bent over something in the middle of the corridor. He opened the door completely wide and let out a confused murmured gasp of surprise. The figure whirled round, snarled and leapt up and ran down the stairs in a dash. George clamoured after him.

Dashing down the stairs, George noticed that the figure was a lot slower than Hyde and stumbled more. Because of this, George was able to leap from the last step and pin the figure to the ground.

The figure struggled and kicked out in desperation to escape, but George pinned it down by its shoulders and pulled off the hood.

"Lennie?!"

The wide, baby blue eyes widened at the sound of his name and before he could react, George had pulled him close to hug him in a tight grip. Lennie squirmed and yelled in protest, but George held on. He didn't say anything, but continued to push his head into his friend's shoulder. Eventually, Lennie went still and simply sat there, eyes wide open and not blinking as he stared into the wall opposite him as his head rested on George's shoulder.

For a moment, everything was silent.

Then George slowly pulled away and looked at the taller teen in the eyes. Lennie's were cold and hard and showed no emotion.

George snuffled, tears pooling down his checks, and he lowered his head, shaking it in overwhelming shame.

"You're crying."

George's head shot up. "Of course I am!" he sobbed. "You've been gone for so many months, I thought you were dead! A-a-a-and then I found out that you weren't and that you have a fucking split personality that's a fucking psychopath and kills people!"

"Who?"

George scoffed. "Don't tell me you don't know!" he yelled.

"I don't know who you're talking about."

George opened his mouth to protest again when Hyde's voice came into his head:

"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."

George's eyes widened in remembrance of that speech, and he shook his head.

"Of course you wouldn't remember. You can't remember anything that happens to you when he's around."

"Remember what?" Lennie cocked his head to one side, curiosity slowly leaking through his face. "Who's 'he'?"

"No one."

Then.

"What are you doing here? Why were you hiding from me?"

Lennie's eyes hardened. He grabbed George by the shirt, held him up in the air, his hands tightening and eyes cold and guiltless.

"Lennie! What the-?"

"Why did you leave me?" Lennie snarled, his big bear paws getting tighter and tighter by the second.

"I-I-I"

"WHY?"

"I-I-I didn't m-mean to!" George gasped in fear. "I was grieving for my mother, y-you wouldn't leave me alone! I wanted to be alone!"

"So you casted me out like trash?!" Lennie growled, raising George higher and higher. "All I ever wanted was to please you! To make you proud of me! I didn't know! I didn't understand! I wanted to help you, but you kicked me away, saying that I made your life a misery! What was I suppose to do?! Sit and cry?! Tell my aunt? You didn't want me anymore so I did what I always said I would do: I went to go live in a cave!"

A loud sob emitted from the smaller, broken teen's mouth. Tears flooded out even faster and pooled down Lennie's hand.

Sobs grew louder and stuttered as the hand around his neck tightened.

Then he was dropped onto the floor, his back making a loud THWACK as it collided with the wall and then smacked down onto the floor.

George, hands groping around the floor to steady himself, slowly climbed onto his feet. However, his legs shook violently and he staggered forwards. As if on instinct, Lennie reached out to grab him. Damp brown eyes looked up into steady baby blue ones, and George gave a small, shaky smile.

"I missed you, Lennie," he said.

Lennie nodded. "And I missed you, George."

He then pulled out a small, wrapped object and held it out to George.

"Happy birthday."

George stared in shock for a moment, then he took the parcel and opened it.

He let out a sob and his hand flew to his mouth.

It was his childhood toy. A small brown bear with a matted ear and coal, black eyes and a stitched frown for a mouth stared back up at him.

"Perceval…" he murmured, tracing a had over his black nose. "You took him with you?"

Lennie nodded. "I-I wanted some company, so I took him. He smelt of home. He smelt of you and Aunt Clara."

"Why didn't you take your toy rabbit instead?"

"He didn't remind me of you."

"You wanted to remember me?"

"Of course. You're my best friend."

"Still? After everything that's happened?"

"Yes. I have you and you have me, remember?"

Then.

"I-I-I…"

George looked up in fear. "Lennie?"

"I-I-I can't stay, George! They're gonna get me if they found out I was gone!"

George dropped the bear and placed both hands on Lennie's shoulder, his face serious.

"Lennie, who's gonna get you?"

Lennie's eyes were wide and full of fear. He saw George's hands on his shoulders and pulled away. "No! I can't be close to you! I hate you! They make me hate you! Please, George, leave me alone!"

George stormed over and took hold of Lennie's hands. "No one is taking you away from me ever again. Not Hyde, not Pierre, not anyone. You hear me, Lennie?"

"B-b-but I can't be here. I hate you. They said so."

"You obviously don't hate me, Lennie, otherwise you wouldn't be here to see me again, now would you?"

Lennie shook his head.

"So, do you hate me?"

"You left me-"

"I know. I know, and I am so, so, sorry for what I did. I will never forgive myself, Lennie, for the way I treated you, but please know that I have ached to be with you again, either in death or life. You are my best friend and I won't ever, EVER leave you again. I love you, Lennie Small, don't ever forget it."

Lennie's face crumpled into tears. He buried his face into George's chest and rocked backwards and forwards like he always used to.

"I love you, George!" he cried. "I'm sorry for everything!"

"I am too, Lennie, I am too."

"I-I'm sorry I ran away!"

"It wasn't your fault, Lennie, it was mine. I shouldn't have pushed you away. I shoulda let you grieve with me. I will never forgive myself, Lennie, I never will."

"George…"

"Yeah?"

"…Can I still tend the rabbits?"

George's face broke into a huge smile. Oh, how he had missed hearing Lennie say that!

"Of course you can!"

Lennie looked up and opened his mouth to reply, but suddenly staggered backwards and clutched at his chest. He let out a wail and curled up onto the floor, tears spilling down his face.

George immediately ran to his side, and went down on his own knees beside the teen. He placed a hand on his shoulder and tried to turn him over, but couldn't.

"It hurts!" Lennie wailed. "George! It hurts!"

"What hurts, Lennie?!" George asked frantically. "What hurts?!"

"…I do! I'm ALIVE!"

George staggered away, crawling on his hands and knees away from his friend.

"GOD! GOD! I'M ALIVE!"

The figure stood up, a flash of green eyes scanned the room, fist clenched in anger. "I can FEEL YOU!" he cried. "I CAN FEEL ALL OF YOU AND IT HURTS!"

George covered his eyes.

"I AM HERE! TAKE ME HOME! GOD!"

The figure fell down onto his knees, sobbing.

"I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU!"

He grabbed a gun that had been discarded in the corner by him in a previous event, and held it to his temple.

George opened his eyes; saw the gun pointing to the green-eyed monster's temple, and leapt towards it. He grabbed it just as the gun was fired and the bullet hit the figure's head as it went spiralling in the direction of the roof.

George kicked the gun away and turned the figure's face towards his own.

Green eyes full of tears stared back at him, and blood poured down the right side of his face.

George gasped at the sight. Hyde reached out for the gun again, but George stopped him.

"No!" he yelled. "I will not have you kill yourself, Hyde!"

"Why not?!" Hyde wailed. "I'm sick of living like this! I want to be dead!"

"I'm not letting you kill yourself!

"Just because of Lennie!" Hyde wailed. "You all want me here because of Lennie! No one cares about me! No one!"

"I care, God dammit!" George struggled to keep Hyde from the gun. "I care!"

"No! I HATE YOU!"

He grabbed the gun and held it to his own face again. "Try to stop me and I will blow both of our brains out- his and mine."

George held up his hands. "I'm not going to do anything, Hyde. See?"

"Stay still."

"Ok, ok, I'm staying still."

"Tell me, George. Tell me about him. What's he like?"

"Who's 'he'?"

"Lennie."

"Why? You know what he's like."

"Do it."

"O.K. Just calm down."

"DO IT!"

"SHUT THE HELL UP FIRST!"

"…"

"Now… Where do you want me to start?"

"I don't know! Anywhere!"

"You want to know how I met him first?"

"Hmmm… He was mute when you met him, wasn't he? Tall boy around four years old and didn't say a word, right?"

"Yep. He never spoke; he only crawled around on the floor like a dog, making animal noises. He used to growl when he didn't like someone and he would show affection for you by licking you like a dog would to its owner."

Hyde chuckled. "He finally spoke when he was about seven, right?"

"Yep. We were sat there one day, eating dinner, and he suddenly said, 'Dog. Dog wants out!' and started howling like a wolf."

"Yes!" Hyde clapped his hands, eyes gleaming with delight, "I have that memory in my head! He threw his food on the floor and went wild! AWOOOOOO!"

The blonde haired demon threw his head back and howled like a wolf. "AWOOOOOO!"

George gave a nervous chuckle. Hyde grinned and edged slightly closer to the smaller man, a dark sort of laugh rumbling from his chest.

"And then what?" he whispered. "He began to talk normally afterwards?"

"Not straight away. We had to teach him the way that we'd teach a baby to talk."

"Who's name did he say first?"

"…Mine."

Hyde winked at him. "I bet you were so proud to have beaten the others."

"Well, no, not really-"

"Oh, but you were," Hyde leaned forward even more and pressed his forehead against George's. "You were proud, George. I remember. So, so PROUD!"

George leapt back in surprise at the sudden loudness of the taller man's voice, and the latter gave a great big grin, showing a rather alarming display of sharp like teeth.

"Ooooh, aren't you tactile defensive?"

"Hyde, enough."

"Oooh, little man's standing up for himself for once. FINALLY!"

That was it.

George leapt at the monster with all of his strength, pinning him to the floor. Hyde looked surprised for a moment, and for an even briefer moment- scared- but he quickly shook it off.

"Oooh, feisty, aren't we?"

George shook his head. "What it is with you?! Why can't you be normal?! Why can't you be sane?! Why-"

"BECAUSE I WAS BORN A MONSTER! YOU DON'T FUCKING GET IT! I WAS BORN A MONSTER! ABUSED, TORTURED TO OBEY THOSE WHO FOUND ME! I AM A MONSTER! YOU MADE ME INTO WHAT I AM! MONSTER!"

He pushed George off him and climbed to his feet. He staggered to the kitchen and grabbed a knife.

"NO!" George yelled, leaping towards him. "NO! HYDE! NO!"

But Hyde didn't listen.

He held the knife against his arm.

And drove it along the flesh.

Scarlet crimson flooded out.

And Hyde collapsed to the floor.

George stood there, blood covering his clothes, as he stared down at the blood pooling around the psychopath that lay- possibly dead- before him.

It took a few seconds before his mind clicked into action. He rummaged around and found a first aid kit in the bottom cupboard, grabbed a cloth, soaked it in warm water and went to Hyde's side.

He had to stop the bleeding first. He grabbed a stool and raised the arm onto it to reduce severe bleeding. He then wiped- carefully- along the line of blood, knowing not to remove any large bit of knife if he saw any, as they were- if there were any- to stop the bleeding.

George then knew that firm pressure had to be applied in order to really stop the bleeding. He grabbed some dressing from the first aid box and firmly wrapped it along and around the arm before pushing down on the bandages with his fingers to apply pressure.

He did this for a long while, checking on the wound every now and then to see if blood had seeped through the dressing, and replacing the dressing when it did.

He checked Hyde's breathing and was relieved to find that he was breathing okay.

"Hyde? Can you hear me?"

"…"

"Hyde?"

"…George?"

"Hey. How are you feeling?"

"Fucking depressed."

"Yeah, I got that. Can you feel any pain anywhere else? I need to check for internal bleeding."

"…No."

"Sure?"

"Yes."

Hyde looked up to see It looking down at him, smirking and holding his sceptre again.

"Oh, Hyde, what is wrong with you?" It leered.

"Nothing's wrong with me!" Hyde shouted back.

"What?" George looked up for where he was tending to the wound. "What did you say?"

"Nothing…" Hyde murmured. "Aw, fuck!"

"What?" George looked up again. "Do you feel pain anywhere else?"

"No. Just my arm."

It grinned and bent down behind Hyde's head, placing a hand on Hyde's head.

"Wh-"

"Sssh," It said, concentrating hard for a moment.

A cooling sensation pooled through Hyde's arm and he squirmed at the coldness of it. He looked up to see It's skin had gone blue and his eyes had gone ruby red. Hyde gawked in shock as It removed his hand and his skin went back to the normal Aesir peachy colour and green emerald eyes.

"What the-" Hyde started

"Ssh," It repeated. He stood up. "I will see you later, Edward. Try that stunt again and I will truly make you feel REAL pain."

Hyde gulped and spat at him.

It grinned and vanished.

Hyde shook his head and tried to sit up. "Take the bandage off," he grunted.

George tried to push him back down. "No," he said. "You have to lie down, the bleeding isn't-"

"Just take the fucking bandage off, George!" Hyde snapped. "Now!"

Stiffly nodding, George slowly pulled off the bandages and dressing to gasp in shock.

"What?" Hyde asked frantically. "What? George-"

"Your arm," George whispered, "it's fully healed."

"What?" Hyde repeated again. "How? I don't-"

George lifted up the limb to reveal a perfectly fine and healthy looking arm, no long cut or blood anywhere on it. Hyde blinked.

"It, you fucking creep!" he mentally seethed. "What did you do to my arm?!"

"I healed it," It's voice purred inside his head. "You could have been in serious danger, so I decided to heal it. I think a 'thank you' is in order, hmm?"

"I don't need to thank you for anything!" Hyde mentally seethed, green eyes glinting dangerously. "I am perfectly fine without you!"

"Says the one who just tried to kill himself," It jeered. "You need me, Hyde."

"NO I BLOODY WELL DON'T! I DON'T NEED ANYONE! NOW FUCK OFF!"

"Wait, what are you d-"

Hyde relaxed his muscles and let out a sigh of relief as It's voice vanished from his head. He gave a relieved smile.

George was staring at the arm in astonishment. "How the hell did that happen? It just…healed itself. Impossible."

"Must be magic, dear," Hyde grinned.

George leaned over and slapped Hyde hard around the face, "You try that again," he hissed, "and you will feel more than an arm ache in the morning."

"I look forward to it…" Hyde flashed a charming smile that would make anyone swoon, but George slapped him hard again.

"Don't you try to entice me with that smile, idiot. Fucking pervert."

Hyde's smile fell.

"Sorry…" he mumbled. "I'm sorry, George."

George let out a huge sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose between his fingers as he thought deeply for a moment.

"Just…No forget it."

He started to walk towards the stairs, leaving the psychopath alone.

When he came down again, feeling fully clean, he wasn't surprised to find Hyde gone, but he was surprised to find the kitchen floor clean, free of blood and everything back in its right place.

He stepped into the room and saw a card and a box on the table. He picked up the card. It read:

George,

Sorry about my suicide attempt. I guess it kinda ruined your big day. Speaking of big days, I have something for you in the box next to this card.

I hope you like it,

~ Hyde

"What's the idiot done now?" George thought. "Given me a head in a box as a birthday present? Sick bastard."

He opened the box.

Inside, there was another letter and alongside it, a small, wrapped object.

The second card read:

Hope you enjoy, dear. I wrapped it with you in mind.

~ Hyde

Unwrapping the present, George held it out before him to inspect the potential danger that may have been concealed in it.

The wrapping came off.

The object glinted in the light.

A knife.

What the?!

What was he suppose to do with a knife? Of all things, why a knife?!

Then he saw a note attached to the end.

Seeing as this has my blood on it, I thought you might like it as a memento to that dramatic suicide attempt earlier. Also, it may come in handy some day…

Yours FOREVER- and don't you forget it!-

~Hyde

George looked around and saw that one of the knife slots- were the knives were contained- was empty. The knife that Hyde had cut his arm with must have been from that slot…

And now he had wrapped it up and given it to George as a birthday present…

"THAT SICK FUCK!" George yelled. He slammed the knife down on the counter and stormed off towards the front door.

"HYDE!" he roared. "YOU SICK, PERVERTED, DOWNRIGHT TWISTED PSYCHOPATH! I'M GOING TO GET YOU!"

Then, out of nowhere, Hyde's voice replied with:

"You'd better bring your present first, dear! Hahahahahaha! This is going to be the best birthday for you ever! Just you wait!"

"GAHHHHHHHHHHHHH! I FUCKING HATE YOU!"

"The feeling is mutual, my dear! Now let's go!"

"Where?" George called, moving closer towards the source of the voice near the stairs, and looking around to try and find the creepy teen.

Hyde leapt down from the second floor near the bannisters and grinned into George's surprised face. He was wearing a black suit, complete with a black tie, shoes, top hat, cloak and cane to match. They made his green, animal, predator-like eyes and vivid golden hair stand out more than they already did, and he looked like the perfect model of an ideal, Victorian, upper class gentleman. It was all a façade. Only George knew the real monster that lay within that outfit. The beast that would plague someone's nightmares. The…the monster that he had created. His own foolish mistake. His… creation. His own Frankenstein's Monster.

Hyde tapped his cane on the floor and swirled around dramatically and extravagantly.

"Well, dear! How do I look?"

"…Wow. I mean: WOW!"

"I know! Don't I look AMAZING in this?"

"Stunning..."

"Really? Aww, thanks! Now let's go!"

He grabbed George's arm and lead him out towards the door. George gasped and struggled.

"Wait!" he yelled. "Where are we going?! I can't go out! I look hideous! I-"

Hyde suddenly stopped. He spun George round and laughed, his eyes glinting in such a youthful zest for life that George couldn't help but be drawn into. He gave a small, excited smile at Hyde's…boldness.

"George," he started, tracing his face with a black-gloved hand, staring deeply into his companion's wide brown eyes, "we are going to celebrate your birthday with…"

He leaned closer to his face. He was so close that his lips were practically on George's- save for a bare millimetre of space.

He smelt of men's cologne and chemicals and perfume. There was something unhealthy about it, something odd, but George couldn't help but like the scent. It was… refreshing for some reason.

"Style…"

George smiled, excited and giddy. "…Where?" he breathed, shaking with adrenaline.

Hyde edged even closer, his lips grazing the top of the other teen's mouth.

"…Everywhere!"