AN- Again, I'm sorry about the wait- this diary's been giving me a bit of trouble lately but things seem to have picked up again. For any of you that have seen the British show JEKYLL on the BBC, there's a small reference to it you may pick up on- just so you don't think I'm being terribly dirty- but where Hyde is concerned that hardly matters anyway.

Enjoy

3rd January
1896

Edward Hyde truly knows no bounds- he will hesitate to kill no-one unless they can provide some form of entertainment to him- and even then their chances of survival are slim if existent. So much murder means my hands are stained with such a great deal of blood- things were never this bad in London but his taste for crime- along with his stature- just grows and grows to inexplicable levels. I wonder so often how dark and terrible a soul I must have for him to have come from me.

There are so many stricken faces that I see in my dreams, there is never any real rest. These nightmares are a vivid continuation of all that I see when Edward is free, for they are not conjured up by imagination- every face, every scream, every plea for help and mercy seeps through from the memories burned into my mind of what he- what I have done.

I could swear that his excursions are lasting longer. Each time he is free he gets more and more of his misdeeds completed. The formula is so much a part of me now I could swear that I can feel it in my veins…

I can. And it feels like nothing else on Earth

Thank you, Doctor

Note- It feels odd to leave this note here for anyone who might find this diary when I inevitably perish, the thought of them reading all of this makes me blood run cold- but those last two words were not penned by myself- I was not aware at the time, but Edward felt the compulsion to scribble his own addition to the entry before leaving the apartment…he emphasizes my status just to try and make me fee worse about all I have done, but I cannot see how I could feel any more shame and regret than I already do.

You deserve to suffer you brainless prick

8th January
1896

Again he stains these pages with his hand, and I return to my account only to find he has scrawled some nasty message inside for me to read. I have been falling unconscious with each episode lately- it comes and goes. But all memories return to me sooner or later… he has even written out one such account which made me feel physically sick after reading- he seems to have an awful flair for detail just in which to make me suffer, but I have torn it out and tossed it into the fire.

I should never want to read it again or allow anyone else to see it. The memory is quite enough as it stands.

15th January
1896

This journal both surprises and flatters me- all words describing me have been correct and I cannot help but laugh as I read through this pathetic account of yours, Jekyll. You wallow in self pity when you should be enjoying what I give to you

You wanted it; you made me in the first place and then gave me release in a better form than any other man could give to his own darkness

Why aren't you savoring it?

I'm coming

What do you mean by that? If this is the way to communicate with you then you must answer me Hyde.

I'm coming- soon you won't be able to get away from everything that you need to hear

Everything

Explain to me.

30th January
1896

Edward has not seen fit to scrawl upon these pages again, blotting ink in places carelessly, even scribbling over my own entries in places he saw fit to amuse himself and irritate me- it is partly because, horrifyingly, his hands are growing far too big to grasp the hold of a pen. Hardly a blessing in disguise- his immense size terrifies me every time I catch sight of my own reflection and I no longer know what my own face looks like anymore.

Haggard and tired no doubt and certainly paler but it is with some effort I manage to keep myself as neat as possible for when I must walk the streets in my own original form.

I must say I am apprehensive as to the meaning behind his words, although there is every chance they are merely empty and designed to taunt me into some greater sense of paranoia than I already know.

I could go onto describe his crimes, but for the moment it is a terrible pattern of rape and murder which I would rather not describe. It could be seen, at least from my point of view knowing him, as a good thing- he has at least a predictable system whatever he chooses to do with his nights… but it could change at any moment. And he has grown so much he has become the 'Beast of the Rue Morgue'.

A fitting title, indeed…

13th March
1896

Winter is finally giving way to spring but it in no way means anything to me- nothing matters anymore for the fact that it is almost every night that Hyde leaves me and I have taken so many draughts I am quite shocked that I have not killed myself for all the chemicals running through my system, followed by the efforts of two transformations… every time I drink it now I pray that I may finally be overwhelmed and die halfway through, even if it were to mean I would be found caught halfway between him and myself, a monstrous amalgamation of us both….

Hyde is a wanted creature. No-one knows what he is, or how to apprehend him- those that live on these streets fear his presence and very few are brave enough to go out at night now, even the prostitutes and street walkers who must follow their business. Where ever they can they walk around together but it is not as if that will do them any good… the more the merrier could certainly be taken by him as a motto and he isn't deterred in the slightest- in fact I am quite sure he enjoys it even more to find someone not alone has wandered out into what are now his streets.

He has killed members of the community, the good and the bad, high or low status, members of the law, hapless visitors to the Country, immigrants, sailors, men, women, children- no one is safe from his treatment, unless they stay away completely.

And then I wonder what would happen if they did catch him, what they would do with him? Of course they would wish to kill him outright, a bullet to the head and many more just to be sure that he will not move again- but Scientists are becoming braver and braver- if there was any chance of escaping death through capture it would lead to experimentation and observation….

If men of science were brave enough to order that the French police captured him for research- some frightening primate unknown to men anywhere before they would soon find themselves with a underweight and exhausted Englishman and the 'beast' would be gone, receded back into his mind. What would they make of that?

20th March
1896

Hyde's message has become clear. I am no longer able to escape his words, his harsh insults and demands to be released whenever I dare to try and resist taking that formula. In the passing week, I have been having thoughts that were not my own…gradually I have come to realise that it is Edward speaking to me.

I thought I had gone utterly mad at last, how could I ever be classed as a sane man in any part of society? But no- he has been warning me that he would be able to do this- he seems to know more about these developments than I do and I suffer in being given these terrible surprises. He speaks to me, night and day- we even argue now and I fight in public places to stop myself from answering him and giving away my insanity.

I hear him. Even now he is raving at me and it is such a loud sensation that it can leave me with a dull ache in my skull for hours, but this he just uses to his advantage, threatening me with blinding pain unless he is given what he wants- and is very rare in my current state that I can ever fight against it.

To Be Continued...