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"Wake up" A voice hummed him from his slumber. Jackman opened his green tinted eyes, searching the room with his exhausted loom. He sat up and rubbed his eyes. "You're awake?" He mumbled to no one in particular in the room.
"Dad" Hyde whispered. "Your bloodstream is too infected with the drug. I'm awake. I cannot go back to sleep."
Jek furrowed his brow, as he got up off the bed. He felt very downed with exhaustion as he pulled off his shirt and took another one from his drawer. "Where is katherine?" He said to the empty room.
"She's not home right now." Hyde replied inside his head.
"Hyde." He solemnly glared himself in the mirror with furrowed slits of green eyes. "Where is Katherine?"
"Why ask me? I won't tell you anything. Just watch the cameras."
Jackman yawned. He rubbed his eye with his palm. "Hyde, did you sleep at all?"
"Sorry. Why don't you sleep? I can take over for a little while, dad."
"No." He walked into the room with the strapped chair and the monitors. He took his own box and dialed the combination into the lockpad and opened it, taking out his wedding ring and putting it on his right hand on his third finger, usual as always every day.
It felt strange to have the both of them awake. He felt hyde lurking about in his head, searching through jek's thoughts. It began to make him a little uncomfortable, but that was just hyde.
Jackman looked over the footage, his tired eyes searching the film. He set the time to 7:00, the time he let Hyde control. His eyes went black and he thrusted around in the chair. He saw lips moving. He turned up the volume so he could hear.
"Please?"
"Hyde, I accidently left the lights off with you out of the chair." She spoke with wide eyes, quivering at this memory.
"Oh come ON." Hyde cried. He leaned back into the chair, smiling. His black eyes were directly on Katherine, his haunting expression of a psychopath.
"N-No.. just.. don't look at me.. please…" Katherine wanted to cry, turning her back to him. She remembered that day was the day she betrayed both him and jackman. The day she found real fear in Hyde, and soon transferred the fear to both of them, as if jackman really were just hyde. She knew he needed to be contained. That's why she joined the group against them. She never could look jackman--- nor his ego in the eyes directly. She never could. She was too twisted into a knot of her own misery to want to.
"KATHERINE! KATHERINE! KATHERINE!" He shouted her name over and over. She covered her ears, crying, as she doubled over and wanted it to end already. "Stop it hyde! Stop it!"
"Awwwww, is mommy getting scared of me?"
"Just.. hyde, be quiet.. please.."
Hyde felled into the back of his chair, rolling his eyes. "Why am I tied up now? Let me go!"
"You know why."
"Kathhherine." He smiled with his flashed sharp teeth. "Nothing bad can happen to you as long as y—"
"That's what you said last time you tried to eat me!" Katherine cried, a hot tear rolling down her face.
"Not keeping this professional now, are we?" He grinned. "Want me to tell ol' jekky you aren't taking good care of me?"
"Then go ahead!"
Hyde paused. "You're willing to get fired?"
Katherine shut her mouth right away. She knew if she lied to him, even once, he would break out of his straps and eat her face off. She shivered and continued her work in silence.
Hyde smiled, as he murmed lowly, staring at her with his dead black eyes, a smile on his face.
Jackman stopped watching the footage. "Why is she—"
"Daddy, everyone's scared of me." Hyde grinned.
"Why can't you keep one thing professional? Now she's bloody run off, hyde. It's all your fault.
"I'm a wild animal" Hyde whispered. "And she's just another meal."
"No" Jek shouted, turning his head to the mirror to look himself in the eye. "She is our co-worker and she is strictly business. She was trying, hyde! You can't exactly have someone that's perfect for this job, you know that?"
"Kathy, Kathy, tick-tick. She betrayed us, you imbecile. Don't you see she's working against us? She's only luring me closer to Them. Why do you still want to try? You always want to try more, try more. You put too much trust in everyone when you should only have me."
Buttoning up his shirt, he fixed his collar and sighed. "Hyde.."
Hyde had nothing to say.
"How strong was the dosage?"
"Don't you think I wouldn't be here talking to you right now if it were one drop?"
Jek walked out the door. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and put it to his ear. This way, he could continue to talk to hyde without looking like he was talking to himself, which he only basically was.
"Stop falling into everyone, jackman."
"What?" Jek asked, as he felt hyde shift inside him.
"You can't trust.. Anyone, jekky. Not anyone. You need to disappear, and I mean it. Your phone is a tracking device and anything you speak mobile is sent straight as a present to them."
"My phone is off. This is a decoy."
"No, jekky. I mean just throw it away."
Jekyll did like he was told. This was only a disadvantage. He could no longer talk to hyde.
"Looks like It's all listen and no speak." He heard a familiar maniacal laugh. "You have to walk now, jekky. Taking a train is a dead give away."
Jackman whimpered, as he badly wanted to tell hyde he actually couldn't do this, but he decided to look normal and just do as he was told, whether he wanted to anymore or not. Jackman looked frantically around him to let Hyde take a hint.
"Don't worry, those men don't know where you are, but as we speak they're tracking your cellphone down. You need to get out of this area, they'll be on the area like dogs."
Jackman stared right at black car.
"What are you trying to tell me, jekky? Just talk out loud, there's no one around, not yet."
"The vans" Jackman said. "There are black vans. That's when you know they're following you." Jackman looked behind him to make sure no one heard him talk to himself and think he was crazy.
"Damnit, let me take the wheel, dad."
"I can't, hyde. That's what they want. They just want you to come out."
"Get out of the area! They're coming for you!"
"Hyde, listen!"
"No!" Jackman felt a hard push with hyde's consciousness, as streetlights flickered all around them.

There was a long silence between them.
Jack felt his presence in his mind stinging like a sharp object pushed against your finger.
"Hyde, If you only get away from where I dropped my cellphone, I'll let you take over."
Jack felt hyde smile inside him. He shifted again, but this time, he was more controlling. Jekyll let him do this, this time. He stiffened sharply, and closed his eyes. When he opened them, they were black.
Hyde grinned and pulled a cigarette out of his pocket. Lighting it, he felt jek go to sleep.
Finally.
The drug began to wear down as Jekyll was no longer awake in his skin.
Hyde began to laugh. "Goodbye" He chanted. He began to walk with real spring to his step, as he was no longer watched. He felt the other half of him go down like a child being drowned slowly falling to the bottom of a pool as if chain anklets were pulling them down.
Hyde was home alone again without his disapproving eyes glaring over his shoulders every step he took.
Hyde ran off, but not to do what jekyll asked.
Not what he asked at all.

OoOoOoOoO To be continued

"There's something about this woman. I can feel it." Charle said in a rough tongued tone. His blue eyes were on the girl with the black flowing dress as her back was partially turned from them, a drink in her hand and her hair up.
Soft violin music was playing. "God damn beautiful, isn't she?" Charlie's smiling eyes fled to rofan, as he nudged him. Rostei only drank spiffingly. He lowered his glass to speak. "What is between our table and hers?" He questioned. He had green eyes and short black hair, though a very dull, blank stare in his shimmering eyes.
Charle eyed the alleyway. "When you feel the red carpet at your feet, you are halfway. Pause a second mentally and walk forward two more seconds. Do not hesitate to speak. She will be sitting immediately there at that time and will have already seen you coming."
Rostei nodded and stood, his eyes not moving or flickering anywhere else.
He was blind.
Though from charle's definition, he effortlessly felt the carpet at his feet and halted only seconds after. Without a second to pause— as he felt eyes on him; near just at sight of him only approaching, he hadn't a second to stop for himself. He put his eyes on where he imagined her's would be— as of at first stance, He would not want it to become so very exceedingly obvious. He had better coordination then sighted people.
"Dear miss, I hadn't to exceed in ignoring my notice I took in you— are you happening to be waiting for anyone?"
And as he guessed luckily, she was already looking curiously up at the man. "I was." He heard her voice for the first time directed towards him, and he knew this was her. He recognized her low, liquid voice as she cursed to herself for being kept waiting still for so long. She sounded a bit around twenty four, nearly older.
"Then may I ask— under no rude consideration, that I may wait with you? I wish you not to feel neglected." He gave a slow sign of a faint smile on his lips.
She paused, batting an eye at this surprise. She smiled, finding care in the eyes of this man. "But of course."

Across from that table was rofan and charle's. Charles was drinking a bit over what he really deared to. Rofan did not bat an eye at this bevarage; as his only focus was on rostei. He was rather taken back at just how easily the woman accepted his presence. Rofan seemed stiffen and cold, as if this was the only thing he could concentrate on.

"Tell me dear— do you tango?" Rostei said as he poured a bit of wine into his glass. He had great hearing and stopped at only two seconds. Not to make a dear foolish mistake as he has two years ago at a dinner— as everyone assumed he was just a filthy drunk and did not allow him in their ballroom. The girl shook her head, pushing back her black hair from her eyes. "I wish I did. I guess I never have had enough time to learn of how to dance."
Rostei lifted his eyes, which to him made no difference in any way but as how people saw him, though not how he had. "Would you desire to learn?"
The woman lifted her eyes to meet his, as she was a bit taken back to this and hesitated greatly. "Oh, I um, no," —
"Do you not trust me?" He cocked his eyebrows. He did know that as it was only a waiting person could not one just to trust you as farwell. He shook his head. "My name is Rostei Parlée. I am a damn fine teacher and I can't provise just for questions." He forced a bit harshly and strongly though as if he would flip over the table to take no for an answer. He took a drink from his glass, his eyes obviously not moving from their place.
"I'm afraid." She whispered, looking to the white tablecloth.
"Of what?" He asked.
"To mess up. Do something stupid."
Rostei cocked his head. "Dearest, there are no mistakes in dancing. Unlike life. If you mess up, you mess up. That is apart of dancing."
Her eyes lifted to his.
"I would be honored to."


"Your arm." He breathed softly, holding out his hand. She let him take ahold of her, resing a rather safe feeling. "My name is summer." She whispered. "Pardon?" He questioned, turning to her, cocking one eyebrow.
"You never got my name."
He did not smile. "That is a beautiful name."
She looked down. "Thank you" she whispered back.
Soft violins halted as they stepped onto the dance floor. She turned to rostei and took his hand, while another softly fell onto his shoulder. Rostei had the back of his hand rested on her lower back.
Music began to play again as they slowly began to commence into a peaceful forward. The music was soft violins as they were before, though were quite more suited for dancing. Their feet seemed to move perfectly— as he surprisingly seemed to find their way in the right place, not coming anywhere close to stepping upon hers. And most quitely was a difficulty for most dicks that asked the women to dance. It began to question her a smallest throughly bit, as it wasn't possible for just any blind man. Especially for anyone who was brave enough to do anything farthst to this.
Though she kept on her mind to dancing. She felt a little unsteady at this realized fact.
Could a blind man /be/ impersonating one? Or was that just cruel to think?
Charle had a half to bottom glass in his hand, as he smiled, watching them dance. It seemed as though everyone was watching them, the most part that were not dining at that moment.
Rofan watched them as well. He did not smile. He rather seemed angry with a emotionless stare in his eyes. Like he knew something.

Rostei twirled her— and she was found a bit frightened at this. She caught on right away he was blind... and felt a bit distrust in him.
Not because of this. Because it could have been something else.
Something else.

Music began to intensify and become more deeper. As they twirled around in what seemed to be just the only place they could see beyond. Summer had been through so much shit with demons attacking her all week. She looked into his eyes and her stomach twisted. Maybe she was becoming so paranoid. Maybe she needed to see not every man she saw was a demo—
Rostei's eyes lifted and met hers. And directly in her eyes.
A smile played across his lips. A mischievous smile. The music struck so intensely with a piano chorus darkly that this scared her.
He was not blind. He was playing, after all.
She took a breath. She didn't know what to do. She didn't know if she should attack him or—  No, summer. Don't. It's probably just a fake blind. Just a hu—
Rostei leaned to her ear and dropped his voice to a complete deathly whisper that was so quiet even her thoughts could be louder. Though as if he wanted no one else to hear this.
The words slammed through her entire soul.

"I know what you are." His husky voice purred.



DAMNIT!! This made summer so angry— though after a chill ran down her spine, she'd sort of been used to demons, but so exactly still. She was starting to get tired of it. She wanted one person—  at least one—  not to be possessed. Just one. Was all she could have ever asked.
Hell, what if the whole world was possessed?

She began to pant a little and struggle worried as she stare wide eyed with her jaw dropped, staring dead right into his eyes as they slowly turned into a deeply complete black she recognized so very well. He blinked them again, and they were just as they were when he was 'blind'. She knew it. Maybe she hadn't at first—  his little innocent blind trick playing into her. But she caught on just so quickly.

Rostei's friend, Charle, was a human. Charle was rostei's real friend. Rostei was only being possessed. And charle didn't know it at all. Innocently thinking him to find love.
Rostei did not know Rofan at all. It was only the demon that was possessing him knew him rather well.

Charle laughed. "Hey rofan, do you think he'll ever get lai— " Charle turned his head to rofan at the last seconds of his sentence, cutting it off immediately. Rofan was not there. Charle hesitated, then shrugged. He may have gone to get a drink or what not.


The song ended. Rostei stare down at her shoulders, playing the blind trick again. He smile innocently as though nothing had ever happened.


Summer went into shock, only staring at this man.