Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde #4

{A/N: Based on the writing style and duality of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, this story is different than the others because it has nothing to do with the events in the story, just the style. I will attempt to mirror it, but still sound like myself}

I sat in a swivel chair at a stationary desk in the top floor of my house. I had always looked outside as a child, though now being older, it seemed to have lost some of its charm. I sat indoors, for I was always better at using technology than physical labor. Though something was off today; the way the light from the setting sun hit the monitor of my computer was enticing, and I stood up, and glanced at the light. I blatantly disregarded the old rule of never looking directly at the sun, and instead relished about five seconds glaring into its light, and noticed through forced-open eyes that it looked black. My mind could not comprehend it's true brightness, I had thought. As it sank, the sky darkened, and I, now captivated, went outside. from the top floor, I went down, until I had reached the bottom floor. Unlocking the door, I crept out. I ran into the woods, with freedom now in grasp. I marveled at the flowers which had grown, and I saw them close upon the sunset. The scene was beautiful, and I climbed a tree to get a better view. But now, up here, the world was even more different. Birds of all colors slept, and soon, the sun took all colors away and left the world black and white. I stayed out for a while, until around ten, when I knew the door would lock. So I always returned before that time, off of the ground and back up into the top floor. It wouldn't be long before I would want the freedom, but I knew that generally bad things occur in darkness. So, I chose safety most of the time. But the sun calls, and the moon doesn't let me leave until I absolutely must. So this occurred for quite some time, and I would do this for months on end. Winter came, and the night came sooner. I left as soon as the sun dimmed, and watched the geese fly by moonlight south. With plenty of time outside, I loved it. It was beautiful, moonlight beaming out of the coal sky, reflecting off of the pristine snow, shimmering a pleasant light in the nearby trees and shrubs. The time shifting had gotten me confused, and now I realized, like a man awoken from a dream, that the door would soon be locked, if it wasn't already, and the stairs would be dark. I jumped from the treetop to the ground, and hit it with a thud. I sprinted to the door, and realized it was too late. The safety was gone. Freedom was mine, but so was danger. My fingers began to tingle, and then stopped working. My feet, too, had the sensation removed. It is now about midnight, and it is far to late for any use of those in the future. Goodbye, computer usage, for that is a luxury for people with all of their fingers. And goodbye, outside world, for without feet, I cannot venture there. And perhaps I wont even make it to the point when the sun rises, for the tingling is moving, closer to my core and head. They will find me, a victim of poor choice, on the front step, mere inches from my old life, and too naive for my new one, and dead.

Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde #3

{a/n: Because of how well I liked the first Jekyll/Hyde post I had done, and because Lanyon had his own account of the events, and the upcoming chapter being Jekyll's personal story, I took yet another small character and gave them their own side of the story. This is story, from the policeman's point of view, that occurred out at night when Hyde and Lanyon were outside, Lanyon giving the drawer to Hyde.}

It was another night patrolling this area, though I wish it were not. This area does make my blood run cold, with the latest murders. The one, as reported by a maid early in the morning, had been beaten to death with a cane. The other gent, coldbloodedly killed as well. Both have been traced back to a man named Hyde. Even his name spells out a bad omen upon those who breathe it. Therefore, the station has me out here, at the dead of night, waiting for some horrible atrocity to occur from some otherworldly man. Though it is already eleven o'clock, the night is still young for something to happen. Though I have a revolver upon my hip, I still fear. In this ominous night in an area like this, it is difficult to not be.

One hour has passed. Up and down the lanes I have traveled, slowly treading, my hand ready to quickly draw my revolver, as I look down the alleys. Past the house of the little girl, past Utterson's house, past the house with nothing but a door.  I begin to enter the square when I see a silhouette. A proper gentleman, it seems, his hat outlined against the starry sky. He hastily walked, with a sack hanging from one hand, a boxy shape protruding from the bottom. He ran to a building, his footsteps coming closer, little by little. Suddenly, a small man, who, upon separating his shadowy figure from the building, ran a sort of ice along my veins, and I sweat as if I were on fire. I, needing to do my duties though my better judgement tells me otherwise, walked closer, hand tightening on the handle of the firearm. They took notice, and took off ,with the sheet, down a road. I followed as best as I could, but the short one was too fast. I feel as if a terrible development is about to take place. I went on, patrolling the street I thought they were, and sometime later, I heard a scream of a man. The cry of 'O God, O God' rang out. I left the area hastily. No one in their right mind could stay.

{Authors note: Based on chapters 5-7 in Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, this poem sums up the events that occur relatively nicely and now includes rhymes.}

Utterson walked alone down the road
Upon a now darkening afternoon hour
A lawyer found himself at the door
of a man now draining with power

He found Jekyll sitting inside on a chair
a deathly color now filled him quite pale
and he assured the lawyer that all was fine
That vile man Hyde had hit the trail

To seal that thought
the doctor handed him a note
it bore an upright lettered writing
as one that Hyde had wrote

The lawyer had deduced
Hyde had meant to kill
Jekyll, whom had put
his evil friend in his will

Though Utterson, still confused,
by the appearance of the letter
which had not come by mail
neither the door, no better

Outside, the town bustled
With news of a friend, now cold
Danvers, murdered and dead
And for the clue, Jekyll fit the mold.

Jekyll, now acting odd
Refused the lawyer’s friendly visit
And so with Lanyon he dined
To find from health did he fall

Lanyon, now deeply disturbed
Just gave up on life and couldn’t take more
And a fortnight later he died
It was Hyde that chilled his very core

Another note the lawyer obtained
To be opened when Jekyll no longer existed
Utterson solemnly complied
 And did what the note listed

Sunday comes and the lawyer walked
With his cousin around the block
To the door of Jekyll’s house
And they were about to knock

They, before knocking, found an open window
Found a disconsolate Jekyll sitting
And with him they talked
About a walk together quite fitting

Though Jekyll declined
He sent them a smile
Which suddenly morphed
Into a look with a horrible style

Jekyll threw down the window
And the gentlemen, now mortified
Turned the other way and walked
Their doubts of Jekyll now fortified

Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde #1 Final

{Author's Note: One part of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. where Hyde runs into and over the little girl, I thought needed a bit more in depth to it, so we as readers can see specifically how ugly in personality this man truly is, and more on the fear from the girl's point of view. I, therefore, decided to write a creative bit on the event from the girl's eyes.
Quotes:
"All at once, I saw two figures: one a little man who was stumping along eastward at a good walk, and the other a girl of maybe eight or ten who was running as hard as she was able down a cross street."
"the man trampled calmly over the child's body and left her screaming on the ground."}

The darkness, long had it fallen, and I was due home perhaps half an hour ago. My feet, small as they were, tapping the ground in rapid succession,, bringing me closer. The lights in the windows of the houses were clicking on all about me, making the sides of the street brighter. The corner approached, the clock was ticking, and I knew my house was not far from there. I rounded the corner to find a man, nay, a creature of my nightmares, with teeth bared and wrinkles about his eyes, a downright scary being. I could not stop, my feet flew too fast, and upon contact with him his forceful arm smashed me to the dirt, and his boot, terrible and caked in mud,  came down, upon my right leg. I threw out a loud scream as he took his other foot and pressed it into my stomach, his boots crushing and black as his soulless eyes, and he kept on, lifting his other foot up. He stepped hard onto the side of my neck, blood flow stopped to my head and I breathed hard, choking out a holler, and finally his monster of a foot lifted off of me, and I lay screaming in the dust. The people gathered around my body, now with dusty remnants of his steps on me clothing and skin, and they called up the Sawbones. I was lifted and taken up into my home, the crowd a few steps behind. The Sawbones had declared nothing to be wrong but a fright, but Hyde, that be the heartless man's name, had intended pain and injury. One look at his face and anyone could tell.He payed up. without a flinch, with a check, which was not near enough for what I am sure he had done in his devious life. I hope to never see such a demon as he ever again.