DJAMR #4

A.N: I have no idea what I am doing.... Still next post is going to suck along with the rest of the other posts. But anyways I'm going to try and write a short story with the theme of inner evil and duality. Expect a lot of grammar errors and other things along with that... I really need to focus. "Cease and Desist!" The policeman stared somberly down at the protester who was hindered by the fog and the smoke. The drops of water racing down the thick strong plastic face guard as the protester, no older than his son, whom raised his knife dreadfully at the him, backing away mercifully into the dark ground. The policeman with a confidant and reasonable voice spoke loudly like a kid yelling: "I repeat! Cease and Desist!" "We have rights! You can't do this." The riot police made a grim face and shook his head in pain as he shuddered weakly inside, before lifting the long heavy metal rod and then began to strike savagely against the soft skull of the protester. The protester's body flung up and down against the weak pavement with each delicate blow. The protester body stood still as the policeman continued to strike and strike against the soft head with resistance. The blood splashed softly against the guard and raced slowly down. The policeman man eye's moved around in the mist lost for a moment as he breathed like a beast. While the blood rushed in the policeman's body filling his hunger for rage, and quenched his thirst for action, before reverting back into a clam state of relaxation, and sorrow. The policeman fell to his knees and looked at the protester in disbelief. Through the white smoke the policeman poked the body with a sense of curiosity and childlike sense. The water drops began to mist inside his helmet as the smoke moved around. The policeman stood up tall and proud before sheepishly speaking: "He'll be fine." The policeman stood with his strong pose and began to totter down the fogged street waving the heavy rod in the rain, ready to play again.

DJAMH #3

[A/n: I have not the slightest clue of what I am doing... So I decided to write a side story from one of the servant who worked for Jekyll. The servant will not have a name (adding to mysteries I guess.) Sorry this is rushed. The boy was recently hired, not knowing about the darkness which lingered at the top of the stairs. He walked softly on the long red burgundy stairs, carrying the silver tray between his slims fingers. The pigmentation on his skin drained slowly from his skin as he walked close to the top of the red stairs. The light which illuminated the stairs grew darker as the reach the top, striking fear and bring out sweat from the boy's soul. The boy reach the top of the stair, he glanced backward behind his shoulder, the floor below seemed ground which mortal walk upon. The boy took a deep gulp of air and walk towards the red baize door, holding the tray silver tray in his hands. As he reached the red baize door he knocked softly against the door. Only to hear the response of heavy breathing. The door did not move, only the noise of heavy breathing. The boy knocked harder on the strange entity. The door did move for the child. The boy frowned, confused by the action from the other side, and knocked even harder. The door opened only to get the door open with a slight crack with a monster peering back and a loose smile. The tray dropped hard and shatter on the red oak floor as the boy stumbled back and fell back to earth.

Jekyll and hyde 2

Dr. Jekyll sedulously slammed the heavy window down upon its dense brittle wooden frame, locking the window with the iron bolt, before struggling to move towards the cracked stained mirror in his room. With dark empty eyes he peered into the clarifying reflective mirror, and anatomical observed his face as the right side of his was being encumbered by darkness, flowing out of an eddy in his eye. The structure of his skull became jagged and smooth under his skin, as his stomach undulated and barred during his hellish transformation. Hyde peered back at him through the dark black moist fog, grinned menacingly back at Jekyll. He stepped out of the mirror and faced the scared doctor. He walked over to the hearth in the room, before blocking the light with the dark fog. “You’re not me Hyde! Get out of here you are not wanted.” “My dear Jekyll” sneered Hyde, “I am you? Can’t you accept that? You have to get past your insecurities and join me.” In a sharp response Jekyll sheepishly murmured “I shall not you demon; you are nothing but a sinister demon in my heart! Leave me be!” Hyde peered sinisterly at Jekyll with a callous look in his eyes, and morphed into the darkness around the room. Jekyll shudder in cold fear, as his heart slow down to a stop, and as his blood flowed cold and sluggish throughout his veins. “Dr. Jekyll, my dear friend, you have to accept the darkness as a friend not an enemy you can’t keep running away.” The darkness distinguished itself from the shadows and took a solid form, which then dispersed in a line of ash throughout the enclosed room. The dark essences of the ash climbed cruelly up the Doctors noise and diffused inside his lungs, flowing inside his veins warming his heart. The hearth in the room lit up, the darkness removed itself from the room and out of sight, hidden from the doctor.