"Let me out, you worm"
"Fuck you, Edward! You can't force me into anything, you're but a though in my head"
"Or are you in mine?"
The episode soon passed and he was left on the floor panting with a slight dizziness still in him, he got and walked with trembling feet to the fridge to have a drink of water.
This marked his second episode of the day, and his fifth in only ten days. A short while ago, he would have one or two in a month. His condition was worsening.
He'd been like this for a long time. During his childhood, he started to develop signs of advanced intelligence for his age. Once he was tested it was learned that he had an IQ matched by Nobel Prize winners. But that wasn't all of it, after further testing it was discovered that his intelligence was due to an abnormality in his brain that had also caused him to have frequent horrible headaches as well as mild narcolepsy.
His mother cried when they told her that his condition would worsen as he lived on and was not likely to see the age of twenty five unless there was some major breakthrough in medicine.
His father, seeking to postpone the inevitable forced him to abandon all the pleasures enjoyed by his peers, raised him in a staunchly conservative environment. His upbringing caused him to be extremely thirsty to satisfy his urges, as well as embed great rage and resentment in him, directed at the world and all that lived in it, all those who would enjoy simple pleasures and those who would live long lives. It all cased considerable effects to his mentality.
He'd been medicated for all these years to retard the migraines to a degree, but the combination of his medication and his mentality caused further something else; Multiple Personality Disorder. He had developed an alternate personality called Edward, he became the outlet through which he expressed the desires and thoughts of his sub-consciousness.
Again, he was treated, the Doctors concluded that the Edward persona was another side effect of his condition. His condition became stable after that and slightly better, he would have occasional episodes once or twice a month, characterized by an onslaught of migraines which occasionally would end in the Edward persona taking over.
When Jekyll graduated high school, his mother had been dead for some time and his father was in the hospital. That night he had an episode and Edward took over, he went to his father and taunted the man as the man lay dying, Edward told the man exactly what he though of him, and taunted him in his bed ridden condition till he had a stroke, Edward had also disconnected the nurse's alarm to make sure they weren't interrupted.
Jekyll inherited the family fortune, he chose to pursue a career in medicine in hope of finding some sort of cure one day. Out of shame, he started to pretend that Edward was an entirely separate individual, his deceased twin brother to be exact.
He had won a scholarship to a number of prominent universities including Gull, with the money he had he purchased the equipment he needed and set up a lab in his apartment where he started his research two years ago.
He made a breakthrough two months ago and had been running tests ever since, if he was right, he would be rid of the migraines, the abnormality would be cured and he'd live a normal life span and he would retard the level of Edward's consciousness, but if he was wrong, he would end up dying a slow painful death. He'd been putting it off for two months, fooling himself by proofing the equation, and working the kinks out., even though he knew full well that he had reached it, whatever the effect would be, a cure or death.
He took another sip of water than walked to the lab where his whole work was being kept, the room that had fueled Utterson and Skinner's curiosity for a long while.
He unlocked the several locks and walked in, turned on the lights and took the tube of formula he had prepared days ago.
He put the contents into a syringe. "Unless I do something I'll very likely die soon." he said to himself, and then he plunged it into his veins.
There was nothing at first except the pain from the needle in his arms, he awaited for seconds expecting anything instead of nothing, then realized that the past two years were just a waste of time.
As he pulled the syringe out, he felt a sudden coldness surrounding him, indicating that it might still work, hope and fear filled Jekyll as he felt a shiver run down his spine. And then the fear and hope were gone, and replaced by unbridled, unimaginable pain that filed his every fiber from head to tow.
The aching stopped, and Jekyll was able to gather up some strength and push the floor to stand up.
Jekyll instantly knew something was different, his clothes were suddenly too loose, he was looking everything from a new angle, as if though he was standing on a lower level than he normally would, he also felt different, he felt a sudden darkness in him, an overwhelming thirst to satisfy all his impulses, it was like what he felt when Edward took over taken to an extreme.
He walked out of the lab, looking carefully to see if Skinner was there, then walked into the bathroom and locked the doors.
"My God, what have I become?"
Jekyll was looking into the mirror and marveling at how he had changed. His body had grown shorter, shrinking from his normal six feet inches to about five-seven, yet was more muscular and powerful. His features had grown harder and thicker, and had a general primal look to them, his hair had went from Red to Blonde.
The changed man then started to worry, this was not the change he expected, he wondered if he was trapped in this form forever or if he could somehow reverse it by having another shot, then wondered if this was all really happening or if he had accidentally created a very powerful hallucinogen.
Jekyll stepped out of the bathroom and took a picture of himself with a digital camera, then walked into the kitchen as he felt sudden hunger. He sat on the floor next to the fridge and started practically shoveling food into his mouth to satisfy his ravenous hunger.
Jekyll got up and walked out into the hall, pressing a hand on his waist to keep his trousers from slipping off. Experiencing life through a new vassal was such a mind-blowing experience, standing in this cold apartment doing nothing at all was more exhilarating than fighting hordes of lions with your mind on LSD, more exhilarating than to make love to someone you cared about, more exhilarating than to be born. He may have not planned on this, but he was glad it happened, if he was able to reverse it, he'll definitely try returning to this body.
He hurried back to his lab and injected the serum, the pain was less severe this time, but grueling not the less. He got up minutes later to his old self.
Jekyll changed out of his sweat soaked clothes, checked his pupils to see if he was high or anything, then picked the camera up and looked at the picture he had taken minutes ago.
He could now see his other self from his normal perspective, and saw his other face freshly; it was not ugly or grotesque, nor was it handsome, the eyes were full of cruelty and the mouth had a shadow of a demonic grin. Generally, he wasn't pleasant looking and looked somewhat dangerous and frightening.
Henry deleted the picture then sat down to think clearly about how to deal with this situation.
Next he would take out his new body into the outside world and interact with others, he needed to make preparations for this new persona, it needed it's own wardrobe due to the size difference between the two egos, and it needed a name. The first though he had was the name Edward so he decided to use it, then he thought about a last name, he thought about Stevenson after the street he live on, then went to think about others, Hendrix? White? Sullivan? Hyde? Hyde was his mother's maiden name, he instantly thought it sounded good enough, he would be secretly know as Edward Hyde from now on.