![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
psalm_onethirtyoneCrossposted from ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
book100. Lotsa Jekyll and Hyde stuff. From the novel!!! *bwahs a lot* My Hyde is emphatically not musical!Hyde.
~~~
Title: Talents
Book: The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde
Challenge: Having the Time of Your Life
Rating: PG
Words: 100. Chocolate to the poor child Hyde trampled on.
Characters: Mr. Hyde
He smiles, because even while tangling his fingers in the black hair of the girl, he can feel that Old Jekyll is pleased. That Jekyll, such a good, upstanding boy, such a good, upstanding fellow; a pillar of society, that old Jekyll. Never had any fun all his life. Virtue is its own reward? Like hell. But if he can enjoy himself and please Jekyll at the same time, he need never stay shut up inside ever. That's the idea. He'll have the time of his life, and be rewarded for it.
He smiles, then, and kisses the girl again.
~~~
Title: Seeing is Believing
Book: The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde
Challenge: Temporarily Deprived of a Sense.
Rating: G
Words: 100. Chocolate to Hastie, the love.
Characters: Hastie Lanyon
Hastie was always taught that seeing is believing. One should never believe something unless one saw it, and sometimes it was better to look closer. But Hastie wouldn't believe that what he saw last night was real. That sort of thing couldn't happen, and events wouldn't convince him so using his own logic. It hurt.
Then Jekyll, mercifully, pressed his hands over Hastie's eyes; once he couldn't see he whispered, "I needn't believe…"
Jekyll told him, no, he needn't believe.
But he knew he would. As soon as Jekyll's hands were gone, he could see again. And seeing is believing.
~~~
Title: Inside
Book: The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde
Challenge: Worst Day Ever
Rating: PG-13
Words: 654. It... kind of ran away...
Characters: Mr. Hyde
It was unfair, he whispers to himself. He only wanted out. He only wanted to get out and into the world, to have a high time and escape the darkness inside of Jekyll. He wanted to be free. And now Jekyll won't let him back in. He's ruined things too much, and he can't scramble back in now that he wants to.
They'll hang him. They'll hang him for doing that terrible thing that he wouldn't have done, oh, he wouldn't have done if he'd only been allowed out oftener. He knows Jekyll's left out a little vial of poison for him. Jekyll shut him out. Damn him. Jekyll, of all people, ought to understand.
It was Jekyll who wanted to know in the first place. Jekyll let him out, and Jekyll let him have a run of it. Jekyll enjoyed the run as much as he did. Jekyll let him keep on. It's all Jekyll's fault, all the old man's fault. It's unfair. It's true he learned to get out on his own without Jekyll.... but he'd never have done that if Jekyll hadn't shut him up! It's unfair. Nothing is his fault.
And he doesn't want to die. Not yet. He hasn't done all the splendid things he wants to yet. Oh, if only Jekyll would let him back in once more, just once more, long enough for the damned police to pass over, see things all right, and leave again. He wants to be out and he wants to have his times, but he needs Jekyll to hide inside, as well. He doesn't want to need him. He doesn't want to need anyone. But right now, more than anything in the world, he needs Jekyll.
Damn Jekyll.
He shivers, and glances at the poison again. He doesn't want to be hanged. And Jekyll's a spiteful bastard, to somehow know, to taunt him that way. There's nowhere to hide but within Jekyll. Jekyll's shut him out. It's either hanging or the poison now, thanks to the horrid old man.
It's unfair, he whispers again. It's unfair. If only Jekyll would be fair. Jekyll used to like it, Jekyll used to like it. He ought to still like it. He oughtn't betray his... his son like this. He despises Jekyll's fatherly instinct, but now it could save his life. A last plea... Oh, he wouldn't leave his son?
He tries to fake a few piteous tears, and finds that a few are real, and he's terrified. Jekyll must have known he'd always planned to go back inside and stay inside in the end? He was only disobeying a little, just a little. Just to have some fun. He so hated being shut up inside. But he'd meant to in the end. He'd meant to go back. Jekyll must believe him.
Jekyll doesn't answer. Jekyll is buried too deep inside. Jekyll is hiding inside him now, not the other way around, and there's nothing to do..
He glares at the poison. The bastard. He knew. He knew it would happen like this.
Poison... He's led to understand poison makes you hurt as you die. It rips apart your insides with pain. And what are his insides right now? Why, they're Jekyll. Evil, heartless Jekyll.
He smiles triumphantly and grabs the vial. At least he'll have revenge. A hanging would only hurt him, and not Jekyll. He drinks it, feeling at last he's got the upper hand.
Then it starts to hurt. And that's the damnable thing, isn't it? It's hurting them both. It would hurt him too. God, it hurts. It hurts. He falls to the floor, and twitches, glaring dangerously at the ceiling. God damn it. It's hurting Jekyll too. It must be. But it's hurting him...
He once imagined his last day would be spent up to his eyeballs in a good wine, with a beautiful girl. Damn it all to hell.
book100. Lotsa Jekyll and Hyde stuff. From the novel!!! *bwahs a lot* My Hyde is emphatically not musical!Hyde.~~~
Title: Talents
Book: The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde
Challenge: Having the Time of Your Life
Rating: PG
Words: 100. Chocolate to the poor child Hyde trampled on.
Characters: Mr. Hyde
He smiles, because even while tangling his fingers in the black hair of the girl, he can feel that Old Jekyll is pleased. That Jekyll, such a good, upstanding boy, such a good, upstanding fellow; a pillar of society, that old Jekyll. Never had any fun all his life. Virtue is its own reward? Like hell. But if he can enjoy himself and please Jekyll at the same time, he need never stay shut up inside ever. That's the idea. He'll have the time of his life, and be rewarded for it.
He smiles, then, and kisses the girl again.
~~~
Title: Seeing is Believing
Book: The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde
Challenge: Temporarily Deprived of a Sense.
Rating: G
Words: 100. Chocolate to Hastie, the love.
Characters: Hastie Lanyon
Hastie was always taught that seeing is believing. One should never believe something unless one saw it, and sometimes it was better to look closer. But Hastie wouldn't believe that what he saw last night was real. That sort of thing couldn't happen, and events wouldn't convince him so using his own logic. It hurt.
Then Jekyll, mercifully, pressed his hands over Hastie's eyes; once he couldn't see he whispered, "I needn't believe…"
Jekyll told him, no, he needn't believe.
But he knew he would. As soon as Jekyll's hands were gone, he could see again. And seeing is believing.
~~~
Title: Inside
Book: The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde
Challenge: Worst Day Ever
Rating: PG-13
Words: 654. It... kind of ran away...
Characters: Mr. Hyde
It was unfair, he whispers to himself. He only wanted out. He only wanted to get out and into the world, to have a high time and escape the darkness inside of Jekyll. He wanted to be free. And now Jekyll won't let him back in. He's ruined things too much, and he can't scramble back in now that he wants to.
They'll hang him. They'll hang him for doing that terrible thing that he wouldn't have done, oh, he wouldn't have done if he'd only been allowed out oftener. He knows Jekyll's left out a little vial of poison for him. Jekyll shut him out. Damn him. Jekyll, of all people, ought to understand.
It was Jekyll who wanted to know in the first place. Jekyll let him out, and Jekyll let him have a run of it. Jekyll enjoyed the run as much as he did. Jekyll let him keep on. It's all Jekyll's fault, all the old man's fault. It's unfair. It's true he learned to get out on his own without Jekyll.... but he'd never have done that if Jekyll hadn't shut him up! It's unfair. Nothing is his fault.
And he doesn't want to die. Not yet. He hasn't done all the splendid things he wants to yet. Oh, if only Jekyll would let him back in once more, just once more, long enough for the damned police to pass over, see things all right, and leave again. He wants to be out and he wants to have his times, but he needs Jekyll to hide inside, as well. He doesn't want to need him. He doesn't want to need anyone. But right now, more than anything in the world, he needs Jekyll.
Damn Jekyll.
He shivers, and glances at the poison again. He doesn't want to be hanged. And Jekyll's a spiteful bastard, to somehow know, to taunt him that way. There's nowhere to hide but within Jekyll. Jekyll's shut him out. It's either hanging or the poison now, thanks to the horrid old man.
It's unfair, he whispers again. It's unfair. If only Jekyll would be fair. Jekyll used to like it, Jekyll used to like it. He ought to still like it. He oughtn't betray his... his son like this. He despises Jekyll's fatherly instinct, but now it could save his life. A last plea... Oh, he wouldn't leave his son?
He tries to fake a few piteous tears, and finds that a few are real, and he's terrified. Jekyll must have known he'd always planned to go back inside and stay inside in the end? He was only disobeying a little, just a little. Just to have some fun. He so hated being shut up inside. But he'd meant to in the end. He'd meant to go back. Jekyll must believe him.
Jekyll doesn't answer. Jekyll is buried too deep inside. Jekyll is hiding inside him now, not the other way around, and there's nothing to do..
He glares at the poison. The bastard. He knew. He knew it would happen like this.
Poison... He's led to understand poison makes you hurt as you die. It rips apart your insides with pain. And what are his insides right now? Why, they're Jekyll. Evil, heartless Jekyll.
He smiles triumphantly and grabs the vial. At least he'll have revenge. A hanging would only hurt him, and not Jekyll. He drinks it, feeling at last he's got the upper hand.
Then it starts to hurt. And that's the damnable thing, isn't it? It's hurting them both. It would hurt him too. God, it hurts. It hurts. He falls to the floor, and twitches, glaring dangerously at the ceiling. God damn it. It's hurting Jekyll too. It must be. But it's hurting him...
He once imagined his last day would be spent up to his eyeballs in a good wine, with a beautiful girl. Damn it all to hell.
