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Hyde without a Jekyll

Hyde without a Jekyll

@kcolled 3 years ago

(So this is Alice's biggest plot point that I've been planning for her since day one. I'm sorry the exposition got a bit long but there were some important things I needed to cover before it begins. Also Trigger warnings!! Blood, self harm, fire, suicide, and feels.)

* There was field. It was beautiful, perfect. Filled to the brim with wild flowers and life. In the spring it would erupt into a sea of color and sound. The bees would travel from petal to petal, creating their sweet nectar. The grasses swayed in the breeze releasing their perfume into the air. The pollen dotted air, glazed the eyes to see only joy. The field was beautiful, untouched by man. The colors would change as the seasons shifted purples faded to blues to greens to oranges and reds. The field looked like fire.

The field was burning. Everything was burning. The blue sky was black with smoke. It was toxic, suffocating. The hum of bees changed to screams. The sun was blocked out. Everything was burning. Everything was dying. The smoke blew and grew until everything was covered in the swirling black soot. The cloud grew denser and denser until it was solid, crushing and trapping everything within. The soot shifted, shaped by an unseen force. Square walls, slender lamps, and wet streets came into being--a city arose from the ash of nature.

There was a house. It was tall, squished between the bustle of a city and the bustle of a street. The sky was gray. Everything was monochrome.

There was a man in the door of the house. His hands were out reached, groping the air, his smile showed the gleam of pointed teeth, his eyes were hungry.

There was a small girl in a dress approaching the man. Her eyes were red, her lungs burned from the smog, and she carried nothing. Don't go towards the man, but it was inevitable. She stepped up to him, placing her small hand into his vice grip, and he threw her into the house watching as she crashed into the floor. The girl struggled to sit up from the pain that vibrated through her body and surveyed her surroundings.

There was a spotless room. A small wooden chair leaned in the corner, a burgundy couch rested against a wall, the ground was protected by a intricate rug, and a fire crackled in the pristine stove. Nothing was to be touched. Not a foot on the rug. Not a hand by the fire. The girl was older, her blond hair put in a bun.

There was a new man, faceless, book in hand. The girl takes the worn book, and riffles through the pages. "Arctic. Monster. Life. Science." She hugs the man and cries into his coat. At first his arms are displayed in shock, then acceptance. He holds her until her tears have run dry and her throat is horse, then continues to hold her. Not a foot on the rug, not a hand by the stove. The faceless man pulls away and wipes her eyes with a handkerchief. It's blue with a iris and the letters "NS"embroidered onto it. The man hugs the girl once more before standing and taking his leave. She clutches the book to her chest as the winding corridors of the house consume him, her friend. The stove sizzled, popped, and it's contents burst forth.

There was fire, again. It wasn't big but it was suffocating. Everything was crumbing down around the girl, on the girl. Her eyes were orange from the flame's reflection. She was going to lose everything to the fire again. She was going to die.

No! She can't! Not again! Not again!

"NOT AGAIN!" A person burst forth through the flames and onto the girl. The new arrival had shut their eyes tight, wrapping their arms around her body, as they rolled along the ground and into...water?

The new comer sat up and found their arms were only wrapped around ...themself? It was dark, and cold, and wet. Trees surrounded them as they drifted through the water. Where were they? Where was the girl that they had fought so hard to save? Who were they? The figure struggled back to the bank and flopped onto the land. After taking a moment to catch their breath they sat up and stared into mirror like water.

She stared back.

They plunged their hands into the water trying to grab the girl which lay beneath but only managed to disrupt the peace of the lake. Pulling their hands out they watched as the ripples dissipated and girl once again reappeared in the water. "Hello?" They called to her but the girl only moved her lips in silence. "Can you hear me?" they asked, waving their hand in front of her face. The girl waved back. They reached their hand out just above the water as if to try and touch her face and the girl mirrored their actions. As they leaned close to the water, the water leaned closer to them and they were back in the cold, inky blackness of the lake. It was only then, when they were drowning, that they realized they wore a dress...that girl's dress. They--she once again climbed to the surface spitting out the water and dragging herself onto shore. They were panicked. Quickly whipping around they watched the waves paint a picture of that girl's face. They stuck out their tongue and the girl copied. They pinched her nose and so did the girl. They covered their left eye and the girl covered her right. Were they the girl? Was she them? Who were they? Who was she? They started at the face in the water and a piercing blue eye stared back--that wasn't right. The girl had orange eyes...how did they know this? They uncovered their other eye, it was orange. This wasn't right. The face was that of the girl's but the eyes eye wasn't hers. They staggered back, tripping over the wet dress before sprinting off into the woods.

As she/they ran, the forest melted away into buildings, burning buildings. They ignited into roaring flames as she/they passed by throwing their contents into the street. The ground was littered with glass, bottles, and people...not moving. It was too much! She/they ducked down an alley way and crumpled to the ground, head in hands. She/They cried out in horror at the sights around them for they knew it was by their hands the world burned. As if to parallel this blame when she/they removed their hands from their eyes, it was in horror for a crimson liquid stained their flesh. Standing up in shock she attempted to wipe it off on her dress suit? It was indeed a suit, much to big for her, and she also dawned what felt to be a top hat, goggles, and scarf. Running back into the burning street she beheld her reflection in a shard of glass, the face of a monster stared back. She/they continued to run through the flaming streets throwing off the horrid attire. Hat, Goggles, scarf, coat. She scrubbed her hands on her shirt but the blood did not come off and only continued to climb up her arms and onto her shirt. She stopped her cleansing at a noise behind her. Turning, she beheld the garments that she had cast off rising into the air, as if some ghost had dawned them, and they began to rush at her. Shreaking with fear she sprinted down the cobble stone path looking back to only see the clothing pursuing her leaving a fiery trail in their wake. Looking behind, she was unable to see what was ahead as she ran into something quite large. Collapsing to the ground from the impact, she was surprised to view a large, orange giant blocking her flight. The colossus looked down at her and then behind her. In one powerful movement the mammoth swept up the girl under one of her powerful arms and sprinted down the winding streets with the clothing close behind. The garments were coming closer and closer until they were nearly brushing her nose, when two large wooden doors slammed shut upon them.

They were in a building. The hero set them/her down and she gaped at the great building that sprawled before her. Winding stairs, clouds of glitter, and the oddest people seem to flit about the doors. The orange Goliath then turned her to meet another odd lady. She had blond hair and a revealing green dress, but her expression was kind. The woman extended a hand and spoke, but her words were muffled as though the girl was listening to her from under the water of the lake, "You're safe." The girl hesitated and then took the woman's hand, and they ran. The lady led them down winding halls, passed infinite faces: some kind and laughing, other angered and sad. The girl tried to keep up but the woman was running faster and faster, and then she was flying. She tried to keep up, but it wasn't enough and she tripped, tumbling across the floor. The girl came to rest at another's feet, to dizzy to see who. The figure helped her up and spoke but the words were disjointed and muffled. She shook her head trying to focus in on the person as they spoke. Everything was blurry except two hands that reached out to the sides of her head, into her head. They retreated a moment later holding cotton that had been stuffed into the girls ears. The world came into focus.

"Alice," said the woman holding the cotton. She had a large top hat on with white splotches and a red band. "Alice." Repeated the woman. The girl pointed at herself. Was she "Alice?" The woman nodded, "Alice. Forgive." The girl Alice was confused but before she could speak up the woman pointed behind her and repeated, "Forgive." Alice turned around and saw a pile of clothes neatly folded on the ground. They were the daemon clothes that burned the world.

"Never!" Alice screamed at the clothes, at the woman, at herself.

"Forgive." The voice behind her repeated.

Alice turned back around to face the woman screaming, "No!"

The woman shook her head and pointed again behind Alice, "Forgive."

Alice turned back around and saw 2 sets of clothes now. The daemon clothes and a long dress that the woman in the water, the fire, wore. "I can't!" She cried again.

"Forgive." repeated the woman never losing her gentle but commanding tone.

Alice scooped up the items in her arms, turned around, and thrust them into the woman's chest staring hard into her eyes. "I CAN'T!

The woman's face turned into a small, sad, pity smile before repeating, "Forgive." A drop of blood began to leak out of her mouth.

Alice was confused but then she looked down at her blood stained hands. They didn't hold garments but a knife that was thrust into this beautiful woman's heart. Tears fell from her eyes as she removed the knife. "I'm sorry."

The woman looked down at her chest and then back at the girl repeating "Forgive" one last time before collapsing to the floor a crimson pool of blood flowing out of her and around Alice's feet.

"I'M SORRY!" Alice dropped the knife, falling to her knees and began to scoop up the red liquid attempting to put it back into the woman. But the blood turned to ash.

There was a crowd gathering around her now, they were silent but their faces all screamed emotion. The orange giant was angry. The woman in the green dress was disappointed. Countless other faces ranged from fear to sadness to rage to agony.

"I'M SORRY!" She screamed at them but it was too late for sorry. She held up the ash trying to make the mob understand but they only drew closer. Alice placed her hands on the womans body trying to bring some life forth from it's lips but only watched as it crumbled to ash as well. The world was dark. Judgement was coming. Alice closed her eyes and cried "I'm so sorry." A sizzle caught her attention as a tear fell onto something hot. She opened her eyes and saw that where the woman's heart should have been was a knife sitting in a pile of ashes, buring. The crowd had stopped their approach and was waiting. Alice wrapped her hand around the flaming knife, it melted her skin, blood, and flesh away, only leaving a skeleton hand. She looked at the crowd and the crowed looked back. Whispering "I'm sorry." once more she plunged the fiery blade into her heart.*

Agh! *Alice woke up with a start, sweating and alone. It was night, some god forsaken hour, and she was in her room at the Society. Gently pulling her knees to her chest Alice tried to comfort herself. The pain from the knife still hurt her heart and hand. After the adrenaline had left her system Alice knew she would not be able to sleep as the nightmares came endlessly, now. She stood and stretched her legs, still weak from fear, and began a saunter out the room and down the hall to clear her mind. Passing one of the many mirrors she turned away in habit, but the thought of Lewis pierced her thoughts."Do you know you change?" She stopped, her back to the mirror, she dared not turn around. If it was Allison's face, as she had seen so many years ago in the water and glass, it would only hurt her soul....but if it was some other face, some monstrous face, then what would that mean of Allison? What would that mean of herself? She inhaled, and whipped around determined to confront the truth head on for once, instead of hiding in the shadows.

The face before her was strange and unnatural, though it was the face that the Society knew her by. This was not the face she had seen all those years ago. Who was this woman looking back? Was Allison so far gone as that she was no longer the angel people saw? She really was a monster, a danger to those she loved! And her creators, the Silver Feather Men, were coming back! God! It was going to happen again! The world is going to burn and it will be Alice's fault! She'll be the spark the ignites the bomb!

She slammed her fist into the mirror, creating a spiderweb. Her fist leaked red, at least it was her blood this time... Maybe...Maybe it could only be her blood this time. Maybe she could keep everyone safe, this time. Her decision was made.

With determination she strode back to her room, pulled out paper and pen, and began to write.

--

In the morning, Alice was not at breakfast. Any person attempting to find her only failed. Finally, when someone entered her room they found a odd sight, and for those who knew her, a horrific sight. The room was pristine, cleaned and organized. In the center of the floor, neatly stacked, were her clothes (top hat, scarf, coat, and goggles), her ever precious satchel that she was never seen without, and a large envelope.

Inside the envelope was a note and several letters each with a name inscribed upon it. The note reads as follows:

"Society,

I want you to know that my time here has been the happiest in my short life and your kindness and generosity did not go unappreciated. I'm so sorry to quit you all and I'm a coward for not being able to tell you this in person, but knowing your selfless hearts you would have asked me to stay and I wouldn't have been able to refuse. I doubt you'll understand my decision, but I'm doing this for your safety. I deeply cherish you all and my soul would once again shatter if any of you were to suffer. I know my actions may have hurt some of you, now, but my inaction would have only hurt all of you worse, in the future. I was a danger to the Society and there was a danger fast approaching from out side these sacred walls. I know many of you would have took it upon yourselves to deal with these threats, which is why I didn't tell you until now. You all deserve better than that better than this better than what I can give you. If I'm going to destroy myself and everything around me (I see, now, that I inevitably would have, no matter what), I shall do it on my terms and in a way to protect those I care about from harm.

My belongings are yours to do with whatever you please as I will no longer have need of them. I've also written some letters to specific members, that should be given to them.

Please don't come looking for me as I'll be long gone maybe I'll even see Allison again at the end of all of this. For my final wish to you, I hope that you all keep each other safe, warm, and happy. Don't stem the flow of love and kindness that this place puts forth as it makes this dreary world a little better.

Thank you for the memories.

Alice

(So a couple things...

1) If you post below, and Alice knew you, you'll probably get a letter from her.

2) If anyone wants to claim finding her room and the letters and/or RP it out you're welcome to.

3) If you think this is the end of her story, it isn't.

4)If you have any questions about Alice, ever, now is the time to get all of the questions answered. ALL of the information will be available.

5) Tai, I have a new found appreciation for how you're able to constantly write dreams for Richard. They are crazy hard and this one took me ALL DAY to write! You have to jam it packed with literature devices and everything is symbolic! EVERYTHING!!! Even if it's back story it's symbolic!!!

Anyways you lot have fun and keep an eye out for my post that will continue the story in the comments because this pain wagon is far from over as this is only the beginning of the end....)

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