Oblivion- a fanfic of Jekyll&Hyde
Created | Updated Jan 11, 2006
So, I'm writing my own fan fic Stevenson's famous tale "Jekyll & Hyde". As my ideas have run out, I´m prologue here. I hope you will read it and write back to me.
OBLIVION
Prologue
“I am going to ask this only one more time; open this door and let us in!”
That is what I heard him shouting behind the door. I knew he and Poole would have something to break the door. Running would be useless. Where would I go? Entire London knows that I am wanted for murder. But also the idea that I would have to face court just so that they could hang me is also too much. So I look a little bottle in my hands. I don’t want to do it, but what other choice do I have? One last time I try to beg mercy.
“Utterson, in Gods name, have pity!” I shrieked.
Now I heard how they were breaking the door. My hand is trembling so that I’m afraid that bottle may fall and crash. I raised it to my lips and drink it.
I knew that poison would effect soon, but it still surprised me. I would have probably screamed, if pain would not have become so familiar to me during past months. I can’t anymore see clearly, the blessed darkness is taking me. Soon there will be no more pain.
The door is now open. I can just barley see Gabriel’s feet’s when he comes in. Oh, how I would love to see Mary’s feet’s again. It is said that at the moment of death your entire life flashes in your mind. In a way it is true. When you die you think about your life.
My name is Henry James Jekyll and this is my story.
Well, should I continue? If I dont get replies i take it no-one is intrested.
OBLIVION
Prologue
“I am going to ask this only one more time; open this door and let us in!”
That is what I heard him shouting behind the door. I knew he and Poole would have something to break the door. Running would be useless. Where would I go? Entire London knows that I am wanted for murder. But also the idea that I would have to face court just so that they could hang me is also too much. So I look a little bottle in my hands. I don’t want to do it, but what other choice do I have? One last time I try to beg mercy.
“Utterson, in Gods name, have pity!” I shrieked.
Now I heard how they were breaking the door. My hand is trembling so that I’m afraid that bottle may fall and crash. I raised it to my lips and drink it.
I knew that poison would effect soon, but it still surprised me. I would have probably screamed, if pain would not have become so familiar to me during past months. I can’t anymore see clearly, the blessed darkness is taking me. Soon there will be no more pain.
The door is now open. I can just barley see Gabriel’s feet’s when he comes in. Oh, how I would love to see Mary’s feet’s again. It is said that at the moment of death your entire life flashes in your mind. In a way it is true. When you die you think about your life.
My name is Henry James Jekyll and this is my story.
Well, should I continue? If I dont get replies i take it no-one is intrested.
