Returns

Hyde without  a Jekyll: • *After a long
day all Alice wanted to do is sleep. The silence. The numbing blackness. The
peace. She trudged into her room, lit the lamp on the nightstand, and closed
the door. After debating a few moments she decided to forgo the proper
nighttime ritual of changing and instead threw herself, fully dressed, onto the
bed in the corner. The bed responded with a groan. Contented that it wasn't
going to collapse she reached over to douse the light, when the orange glow
illuminated a peculiar piece of fabric on the stand. She stopped and looked at
the soft white square trying to remember it's story.* Oh...*She muttered under
her breath as she remember that it was a token from that odd man. Dangerous
man? Dr. Weir hadn't attacked her but she didn't like the fact that he knew, he
knew too much. She sighed and picked up the handkerchief. Alice had been
putting this of for far too long. Every night she would see the handkerchief
dance in the light of the flame, as if possessed by a ghostly specter from the
past who whispered of the future. Every night she would stare at it daring it
to back down and disappear to whatever tormented corner of the world it came
from. Every night the cloth would stand at attention waiting for Alice to take
action. She never did. Alice could never bring herself to return the item to
it's rightful owner, but, stranger still, she could not bring herself to get
rid of it either.
She pressed fabric to her face. It still smelled of amber. It still smelled of
Lewis. What if she let another day, week, month pass by? Would Lewis come
looking for it? Would he tell them, her friends, her family of her sins? Or
would this eerie silence continue? This waiting game? Someone was going to take
action soon, needed to take action soon. Why wouldn't Alice make the first
move? Procrastination stood near with open arms but she had accepted it's
embrace for far too long, it was time. She stood, doused the light, and walked
out of her room.*
Jekyll1886:  
From the look of the buildings
that graced it, this was a middle-class neighborhood; they were well kept but
not opulent. Thankfully, their numbers were clearly marked. Locating Weir's
brought her to a door that had seen better days but which nonetheless bore a
new knocker and a fresh coat of red paint.
Inside, Lewis was preparing to take off his shoes. In truth, he'd arrived home
only a few minutes before. Then he heard a knock. He looked at the door, then
down at his shirt, stained with blood as it was. He'd washed his hands, but
there'd been no time to change.
He went to the door and looked through the special glass lens. To his surprise,
he beheld Alice. He opened the door wide enough to poke his head around the
side of it.
"Evening, Alice," he greeted, glad she'd come 'round at last. He was
tired, but he'd make up the lost sleep later; this was important.
Hyde
without  a Jekyll:  *Alice
was...happy?...the business card Weir left her led to the doctor's apartment.
Or maybe she would have been more relieved if it hadn't? It didn't matter now
and she needed to get this over with. Thrusting out handkerchief, she looked at
the ground and muttered.* Here.
Jekyll1886:  "I'm sorry to
request this of you, Alice, but please do come in and lay it down. Your
presence is welcome; your timing, unfortunate--I'm afraid I'm not fit to be
seen by any passersby."
As if on cue, the sound of footsteps echoed down the lonely lane as a man in a
top hat turned the corner from Regent Street. He was headed their direction.
"Please make haste," Weir said, his pitch rising with worried
urgency.
Hyde
without  a Jekyll:'  *Well this isn't
suspicious at all. Alice thought sarcastically. She rather not be
alone with Weir again...after what happened last time and the foot steps were
some what reassuring.* If you just take what's yours I'll be on my way and you
can return to...what ever you're doing. *She gestures towards the door, or more
specifically whatever is behind it.*
Jekyll1886:  "Lass,"
he said through gritted teeth, in as civil a tone as he could muster under the
circumstances, "I've been followed. By Them. Now get in here
unless you want them to find the both of us."
Hyde
without  a Jekyll:  *She looked at
Weir, then back down the dark alley, and then back at Weir trying to tell if
his emotion, his fear, was genuine. It seemed to be.* Fine. But
you owe me an explanation.
Jekyll1886:  "Fair
enough," he conceded, and opened the door wider, making sure to keep
behind it as he did.
Hyde
without  a Jekyll:  *Alice sighed and
stepped into the Lewis's abode.*
Jekyll1886:  Upon entering,
Alice could see that Weir's place was long and narrow, with stairs that
ascended at least a floor or two up. It appeared to have been built originally
as a glorified but utilitarian passageway, perhaps servants' stairs for a posh
home, not as living quarters. Yet lived in it was.
Lewis shut the door behind her, locked it with a key, and threw a bolt across.
He wore no waistcoat, and his shirt bore bloodstains at the sleeves and chest.
He drew the shades and dimmed the gaslights.
"Come here," he beckoned, heading up the stairs into the darkness,
"or, if you must stay down there, at least remain quiet."
Hyde
without  a Jekyll:  *Alice quietly got
down on the floor and shifted her position in an attempt to see through the
slight slit of the curtains. This was all very odd, the hiding, the blood, the
secrecy, defiantly not how she thought this night would go; but after living at
the Society this was not the strangest thing in the world. The blood covering
Lewis's shirt unnerved her a bit. Who's was it? Why was it there? But it also
calmed her a bit to know that the good Dr. Weir had a few secrets of his own.*
Jekyll1886:  Through the small
gap, Alice had a limited but decent view of the street. Sure enough, after a
few moments' time, the passerby came into view. He could have been simply a
gent out for a stroll. He walked with an air of nonchalance, but a close
observer might've noticed that his gaze flitted about his surroundings, as if
searching for something. He was of medium height, medium build,
middle-aged...perfectly ordinary, but also very respectable, judging by his
dress. His top hat even bore an oblong decoration at the band. It glinted
silver in the moonlight.
Hyde
without  a Jekyll:  *Her breath caught.
Her mind slowly degraded from fear and panic into one thought. 
"It can't be." 
The small room seemed to be growing smaller every second and she tried to wrap
the shadows around herself to hide from that shining oblong object. 
"It can't be."
Even out of sight the silver light still penetrated the walls in her mind. It's
blinding illumination seem to sweep away her precious darkness, leaving her
prone.
"It can't be."
The silver color seem to whisper to her as some demonic force may murmer to
it's next victim. Alice pressed her palms to her ears and closed her eyes
trying to shut it out. It did not phase the assaulting thoughts. 
"It can't be."
Tears began to drip down her face and onto her pants. Her legs pushed into her
chest, her elbows pressed into her knees, her hands crushed her ears, her body
was tense with fear. Alice wanted to disappear. She wanted some breeze to pick
her up and carry her far, far away from this place. It was toxic. The thoughts
were getting louder. The setting sun. The memories became vivid. Fire. The
emotion were consuming. Pain. They pressed against their confinement.
Destruction. She couldn't keep it in. Creation. She couldn't keep it together.
They broke through, dribbling out of her in a quiet whisper. Silver feathers.*
It can't be them.
Jekyll1886:  Long moments passed
by, indifferent to the thoughts and emotions churning within Alice. By the time
she broke the silence, Lewis had come back down the stairs to stand beside her.
He took a peek through the slit of the curtains and let out a breath he didn't
know he'd been holding.
"Coast is clear," he declared. "He's gone."
Hyde
without  a Jekyll:  *Lewis's voice
startled her and she jumped forgetting that this was his house. She looked up
at Lewis eyes red, knuckles white, and body shaking, her voice was a harsh
whisper through clenched teeth.* I-It can't be... *So many
thoughts, feelings, and questions behind those three little words, it was
surprising that they could contain it all.*
Jekyll1886:  "It can, and
it is, regrettably," he said, his tone weary. He sat down in a
chair nearby and leaned back, his head against the wall. "Though,
thankfully, we've managed a reprieve." He closed his eyes, took a deep
breath, then exhaled. An auditory swallow marked his nervous tension gradually
giving way to relief.
Hyde
without  a Jekyll:  *Alice didn't
move.* They...They weren't looking for me. No. They were looking
for you. *A new set of panic awoke within her frame and her voice
began to rise with her mounting stress and fear.* Why were they looking for
YOU?!
Jekyll1886:  "Because one
of them showed up at my workplace and I made the mistake of attracting his
attention," he said, his voice ragged around the edges from tiredness and
stress. It was obvious from his tone he was less than pleased with himself.
Hyde
without  a Jekyll:  *Alice stared off
into a darken corner of the room, processing this new information. The anger
drained out of her leaving her feeling small, terrified, and helpless.* You're
a fool.
Jekyll1886:  "Maybe I
am," he said, chagrined. He sighed and sat forward. "On reflection, I
suppose it couldn't be helped. But fate certainly does have a sordid sense of
humor."
Hyde
without  a Jekyll:  *Alice chuckled for
she couldn't bring herself to scream.* Y-You're a fool to think that this will
end. You don't know what you've brought upon yourself...upon those around
you...upon the Society. You should have just stayed away.
*She sighed and muttered into the dark corner which she hadn't broken eye
contact with.* It's been years... W-Why are they back?
Jekyll1886:  "You speak as
if you know them," Lewis observed, tilting his head to look at her.
"More than that, as if you've run afoul of them. What happened, Alice? Who
are they? What did they--will they--do?"
Hyde
without  a Jekyll:  *Her eyes snapped
to Lewis, the blue one burning of hatred while the other remains forever dead.*
They will never stop coming after you until they've
destroyed everything you know and care about. It is only when
everything is turned to ashes and dust and you are left dying in the destruction of
what once was your life will they leave you be. You could say
I know of them...but that is enough to know that they are the
kind of people that you never want to meet . It would have
been better for you not to have known of them and for them never to have known
of you. *She glances down at her hands as they curled into fists.*...But
they do know of you, and they do want you. The
best thing, the most noble thing, for you to do now is leave
and never return to the Society again! You do not know of the
danger you have brought to that sacred place by your mere presence alone!
Jekyll1886:  Weir was
speechless. He'd heard from Utterpun that these men were bad news, but had
never dreamed they'd be anything this awful! It occurred to him that it was
rather fortunate he didn't have many attachments in this realm. Those that did
exist were at the Society. Wait, did she think they'd seen him there?
He felt he ought to clear that up.
"Alice, that man caught me at my place of employment, not the Society; my
work for Lanyon is pro bono," he explained. "Besides, I don't even
know if it's anything. I was just being cautious, as I've heard these 'Silver
Cap Chaps' are to be avoided."
Hyde
without  a Jekyll:  It doesn't
matter where they found you, *She spat, disgusted by his
naivety.* all that matters is that they found you. By the time
they've finished they will know everything about you and thus
they will own you. "Silver Cap Chaps"--Silver
Feather Men--what ever the hell you want to call them, I don't
know why they want you and I don't really care, at
this point you're a dead man and I would appreciate it
if you wouldn't drag the rest of us tormented souls down
too! 
*It was hard to tell with the shadows of the night blurring the colors with
emotions in the room but Alice looked different, as though her hair was darker,
wilder.*
Jekyll1886:  Weir heard her, but
didn't say anything. Instead, he reached over and adjusted the knob to brighten
the gaslights a little, keenly observing her.
Hyde
without  a Jekyll:  *The girl still
looked like Alice...kind of. She was curled up with her knees against her chest
and her baggy suit pooling around her as normal. But her hair, it was darker
almost a brown rather than the dirty blond Lewis was used to seeing her with.
The shorter strands around her face seemed to have multiplied and fanned out
from her scalp, twisting and curling into a wild mess. The edges of her face
seemed to be more angular but the difference was slight and could be easily
overlooked. As always her orange eye remained dead but the blue one was sharp
and alive with fear. Alice continued ranting unaware of Lewis's true
intentions.* Just leave us alone! Never return to the Society!
If you would just--just disappear, then maybe we will be alright!
Maybe they won't come... maybe no one else will die... *Her voice trailed off
with faint wisps of sorrow lingering in the air.*
Jekyll1886:  Now that's intriguing... he thought.
Having at some point removed his shoes, he made his way quietly to a small
dresser and retrieved a hand mirror.
"You're an interesting case, you know that?" he said. His voice came
from very close by. He had positioned the mirror so that, should she turn to
face him, the only visage she'd behold would be her own.
Hyde
without  a Jekyll:  *Alice watched with
some confusion as Lewis brought out a mirror.* Don't you understand the danger
you've put us all in!? You're playing with mirrors while
people are playing with our lives! *As he turned the mirror towards
her, Alice quickly looked away refusing to see the person in the reflection.*
Now get that thing out of my face before I smash it into yours!
Jekyll1886:  "Smash it and
you owe me a new one," Weir told her bluntly. "Now stop acting
petulant and just bloody look at it for two seconds."
Hyde
without  a Jekyll:  No! If you are
going to continue to not take this conversation seriously then you are even
more of an idiot than I previously thought! *She stood up and looked at the
door, refusing to make eye contact with the wretched face in the mirror,
Allison's face, the face she had stolen.*
Jekyll1886:  He crossed his arms
(an action which conveniently pointed the mirror floor-ward) and stood there in
his bloodstained clothes, his jaw set, neck arched down at her as if she were a
mere speck, a mote of offending dust.
"Lassie," he said, his lips drawing to his teeth, "do I look like
a man who takes matters lightly?"
Hyde without a Jekyll:  *She
glares back at him seeing the horrid mirror was safely turned away.* You
do now, waving that thing about like a child who just discovered
his own reflection!
Jekyll1886:  "Funny, child,
since you haven't discovered yours," he countered. "Do
you even know you change?"
Hyde without a Jekyll:  Change?!
What the bloody hell are you talking about!? *She pinched the
bridge of her nose, closed her eyes, and sighed.* You've gone mad. That's it!
You've completely lost it!
Jekyll1886:  "No, you have. Your
Hyde is showing." He turned up the gaslights even further. "If you
won't look in the mirror, at least look at your hair. Tell me, is it normally
brown? Feel your own jaw. 'Bet it's less substantial than you'd think."
Hyde without a Jekyll:  My--Her hair
has always been blond and I don't even know why we are discussing this! *Alice
didn't want to discuss this. She wanted the emotions to take
her far away from this conversation, for if he was right then that means she
was lost even more of Allison than she knew.*
Jekyll1886: "Then perhaps I'm mistaken
and it's your Jekyll who's rearing her head. Either way, you look off."
Hyde without a Jekyll:  *Her
eyes narrow as she glares at Lewis trying to determine if he's telling the
truth.* ...And what do you mean by that?
Jekyll1886:  "Your hair has
changed. Your build has changed. In my presence. In this very room. Do
I have to spell it out for you?"
Hyde without a Jekyll:  *Alice
goes pale at this. All of her effort to ignore his point, all of her effort to
deny his truth, gone.* ...y-you're lying!
Jekyll1886:  "If you'd bother to
look in the damn mirror, you'd know that's not true."
Hyde without a Jekyll:  *She
wanted to step forward and slap him in is lying mouth...but she also wanted to
step back and run out the door, so Alice didn't move at all.* I don't believe
you! All you've brought is suffering and danger to the Society since you've
arrived and now you just wish to torment me more! I will not look
at that stolen face of mine! It does not belong to me and I don't deserve to
view her beauty! Not after what I've done--what I'm doing to
her!''
Jekyll1886:  "Hate to break it to
you, dearie, but you look nothing like the face in that picture by your
bedside, if that's what you're referring to. I used to be able to see a trace
of it in you, but that's gone now. Likely will be until you calm down and rein
yourself in. Would you feel better if you punched me? Is that what it'll take
to get this fool anxiety to run its course and leave your system?"
Hyde without a Jekyll:  *Alice
didn't even hesitate before landing her fist square in the middle of his
face.* DON'T SPEAK OF HER!
Jekyll1886:  At least, that's where
the blow would have landed, had Lewis not lowered his head at the last second
to take it squarely on the forehead, just at and above the ridge of the brow.
It still hurt like the Dickens, the force enough to snap his head up, but he
went with it, intentionally staggering back a step. As the recoil played itself
out, he looked briefly stunned. Then he shook his head, popped his neck, and
adjusted one shoulder with an audiblecrack. He exhaled, casting his gaze
to Alice.
"Impressive."
He seemed oddly pleased. "Feel better?"
Hyde without a Jekyll:  Not
even close. *She glares at him, fists clench as though ready to
deliver another blow.*
Jekyll1886:  He laughed.
"Goodness
me, and here I've been 'playing nice'..." he said in mock shock. "Am
I really so very threatening to your precious worldview? Tell me, would it be
so terrible to acknowledge the truth? Would you curl up and die if you couldn't
cling to your petty illusions? Is that why you feel you must paint me as the
villain in all this?"
Hyde without a Jekyll:  That's exactly it!
*She hissed at him without a hint of sarcasm in her voice. Her eyes locked with
his, deadly serious.* Allison is dead--! *She shook her head an
corrected herself, spitting out the words as though they were acid.* --Dying! And
it's all my fault, and your wretched mirror is only reminding me
of this fact! I should just "curl up and die" for what I've done but
Catt made it very clear that isn't an option! She taught me to "cling" onto
false hope, or these "petty illusions" as you call
it, so I do! Without them I would have destroyed myself
many times over by now! So forgive me if I paint you the
villain, or don't, as I don't bloody care! But as of now, you are
placing Catt, Mz. Hyde, Jasper, the entire Society in danger
by bringing those men into their lives! I've already
lost half of myself to them and I rather not let anyone else
go through that! *As Alice talked she had pulled out her scarf, top hat, and
goggles and was dressing herself in them.* As of now, if I see you
anywhere near the Society I will gut you like
a swine! *She was now fully obscured by her attire and it was hard to tell a
girl lay under that clothing at all. Alice began backing up towards the door
never directing her attention away from Lewis.*
Jekyll1886:  Despite its volume,
Alice's tirade provoked in Lewis not anger nor mockery but understanding and a
hint of pity. He ignored her threat and focused instead on what she'd said
about Catt.
"She's
right, you know...your friend," he said softly, just above a whisper. He
took a seat on the chair.
Hyde without a Jekyll:  *Alice
stopped her retreat to the door.* Of course Catt's right! She's Brilliant and
I'm lucky to have a friend as remarkable as her!
*Her
head dropped to the ground for a second as she muttered something under her
breath.* ...I only wish she could say the same about me. 
*But
this only lasted a second before it snapped up again and she continued her
tirade.* Which is why I don't want you bringing your shit anywhere
near her, near any of them.
Jekyll1886:  "No, I mean I have
literal proof Catt was right about that potential timeline. I brought the
data-log. Would you like to see it? I've been meaning to give it to her to show
you, but as she's been recuperating, I've not yet had the chance."
Hyde without a Jekyll:  I
have no need of them, to know she was right about the timeline, I trust her.
And Catt doesn't need to remember that either....*Alice's thoughts drift off
for a second remembering Catt's amnesia.* 
Just
stay away from her!'''
 *Alice
continues her retreat to the door.*
Jekyll1886:  "'Doesn't need to
remember'?..." Weir trailed off, confusion laced with concern. "Why
wouldn't she remember saving your life? That sort of thing typically makes an
impression."
Hyde without a Jekyll:  She's
been through a lot...We've all been through a lot and we don't need you're
problems to deal with as well! *Alice snapped as she finally reached the door,
attempting to turn the knob only to find it locked.*
Jekyll1886:  "I need you to
listen, Alice. And listen well. Your Allison," he pointed at her,
"is still in there. And if you ever want to get her out,
to the surface, you're going to need my help. Whether
you like it or not. Now...are you
afraid of her dying, or are you afraid I'll succeed? Because your short-sighted
behavior toward me would seem to indicate the latter."
Hyde without a Jekyll:  *She
stood there speechless while her mind raced. Alice was not afraid of
dying...she wanted to die! And of course she wanted Allison to come back! She
wanted Allison to return and make everything better...Like a mother kissing a
scrape on her child. For Allison to come in and scare all the monsters away
that hid in her closet, to tuck her in at night with the promise that she'll be
there in the morning with a hot breakfast waiting, to promise never to leave
her side again, to promise her that there will be a tomorrow, to promise her
that everything was going to be okay, to promise her love, to promise her
safety, to promise her a future worth living in! God! She wanted Allison to
come back! If Allison couldn't come back then what was the purpose of living?
But if she could come back...for good...and Alice could hug her, show her all
the friends she has made, the good she has done, to ask for her approval--her
forgiveness.... But this was Allison's life, her body, and Alice was just
watching over it...then what's the point of Alice living?
A tear
pooled in her goggle searching for a way out behind her mask. Alice hated
feeling helpless, worthless, powerless and that hate turned to smoldering rage.
A rage against Lewis trying to fix something that was destroyed, a rage against
the Silver Feather Men for destroying her life, a rage at herself for being so
weak, and a rage against locked doors. The last one she took her anger out on.
She
turned around slamming her fists into the door letting out a muffled sob that
she tried to conceal through language.* Damn it!
Jekyll1886:  "If you thought
there was no hope, you'd've done yourself in already. Away from Catt," he
said quietly, rising from the chair. "Let me help you, Alice," he
implored, taking care not to startle her as he slowly made his way
nearer. "As someone once helped me."
Hyde without a Jekyll:  *Alice
didn't turn around but kept wishing for this awful door to open and give her
some freedom again.* And what do you know of help?! What
do you know of me?! If you couldn't even tell how much danger
you were in, let alone how much danger you were putting those around you in
then how could you ever expect to "help" me?!
Jekyll1886:  "Alice, these Silver
Feather Men aren't a danger to me," he said gently. "They're only an
inconvenience, a headache at worst. That isn't bravado, it's merely fact. I
have measures I can take to infiltrate them if need be. And, should worse
come to worse," he reassured, his kindly tone changing not a whit,
"I'll simply kill them all. I would never allow them to harm someone I
cared for."
Hyde without a Jekyll:  *Alice
could feel him coming closer and she didn't like it. Trapped again between a
locked door and Lewis.* Go ahead and infiltrate them, see if you can figure out
who they are, what they are! I've been down that road and it is just a dead
end! They're a rumor! A shadow out of the corner of your eye! A idea that can
never be grasped! They're daemons! They're Spring-Heeled Jack! Besides if you
could kill them all, why would you? You say you care for someone? Who? Who do
you care for? Us strangers?
Jekyll1886:  "Aye," he
owned. "I've a bit of a soft spot for you strange cases." He smiled,
as if at a private joke. "And you're the one who seems
dead set on making yourself a stranger. I've offered you every overture, every
olive branch, yet you refuse to take the fruit. Is it really so difficult to
believe someone could care? Do you truly think so little of yourself?"
−
Hyde without a Jekyll:  *She
finally turned around to face him.* And why shouldn't I? You saw the data log!
You saw what I'm doing to Allison! *"...What I did to Catt....What I'm
doing to the Society..." She thought.* All I seem to be to you is a
number! A "case" for you to study! Then fine! *She threw her arms out
to the sides, displaying herself to him.* Poke me! Prod me! Test me! But don't
do it under the guise of wanting to help a person! Cause that's not what I am!
Admit the truth and I'm yours to do what ever the hell you
want!
Jekyll1886:  "You are a
person," he countered. "More to the point, you're a person who has
the opportunity to be more fully human than most people can
even dream. If you let me help you. That's the
truth!"
Hyde without a Jekyll:  "More
fully human"?! Ha! You clearly don't have your definition straight! I'm a
science experiment at best and a monster at worst! Allison made me in hopes of
a better life and I've failed her! The Silver Feather Men tried to destroy us,
god knows why that is, and I've failed them! I hoped to protect the Society
from danger...*Memories of that night with Catt danced behind her eyes* and
I've failed myself at that too... 
What
you're trying to do is impossible! You're attempting to make the philosophers
stone! You're trying to turn lead into gold! You're trying to make a human out
of a wretched beast! A devil! So forgive me I'm a bit skeptical!
Jekyll1886:  "Be skeptical all
you like. But that's exactly what we're going to do. Not only is it
possible--it's already been done!"
Hyde without a Jekyll:  You
enthusiasm is admirable but your naivety will be your downfall. *Alice shook
her head and sighed.  Trapped between a locked door and Lewis.* If I
attempt your futile venture, you must do something for me.
Jekyll1886:  You keep speaking of
my downfall, dearie, yet, somehow, I'm still here, he thought, but simply
smiled.
"What
did you have in mind?"
Hyde without a Jekyll:  Until
this Silver Feather Men business is straightened out, you arenot allowed
to go anywhere near or contact the Society or it's inhabitants in any way.
*Alice crossed her arms.*
Jekyll1886:  Lewis raised a skeptical
brow.
"One:
Define 'straightened out'." He extended a finger for each point he made.
"Two: I've already set some things in motion there that I can't just leave
hanging. Three: I may need to go to the Society as part of the cover I'm
planning for infiltration. Four: It would look highly unusual
if I just up and changed my habits, now wouldn't it? These Men would know I was
onto them in a second, if they're half as cagey as you've led me to believe.
Five: You assume a great deal, yet you've given no thought to figuring out the
answer to all your doubts when it's right before you, so consumed are you by
your fears," he said matter-of-factly. "So forgive me, but I'll make
my own strategy, thanks. If you're lucky, I may even share it with you...once
you've got your head on straight and your self-righteous ego out of the
way."
Hyde without a Jekyll:  I've
extended my olive branch and now you're rejecting it. You
overestimate your abilities so until you can get your ego in
check I guess we will never come to a compromise. *Alice did understand a few
of his points but she was disgusted with his ability to deny the simple fact
that danger, in any form, could hurt people and the only way to keep those she
cared about safe was to remove that danger from their lives. If only she could
take her own advice and see the danger she was putting them in.*
Jekyll1886:  "You underestimate
me, Alice. But, as it pleases you to do so, I suppose you're right: We won't
reach a compromise. You've yet to offer me a deal I can live with, and the
reverse is apparently true from your end. So, perhaps it's best if we go our
separate ways now." He had produced a key from somewhere on his person,
and proceeded to fit it smoothly into the lock. He gave it a turn, drew it out,
and unbarred the door. "Should you ever change your mind," he added,
"you know where I live."
Hyde without a Jekyll:  And
the same goes for you. *She replied before turning and disappearing into the night.*
Jekyll1886:  Weir shut and locked the
door behind her. He shook his head.
"Stubborn
lass."
== Obtained From ==
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