It reached 4:20 PM on the clock, where Dorian and Henry still remained in their seats, finishing their tea and going over the plan. The plan of which involved venturing to the Museum and sneaking in to investigate the mysterious sarcophagus of which Mr. Gray spoke of. Despite the time, the storm worsened and the darkness grew even darker. This pressured Henry to get out of his chair, where Gray followed, smiling proudly at the good doctor.
"Feeling the excitement, old boy? Blood pumping to run out into the storm?" "No, quite the opposite, I'm just unsettled by this thunder and wind and am experiencing anxiety."
Gray frowned. "Dear God, Henry.." "Shush, just give me a moment.." "Are you even capable to exit out that door?" "I will beat you with your own cane, sir.."
Jekyll hurried over to one of his glasses and grabbed one of his bottles from the glass cabinet, pouring the drink into the cup with a shaky hand. "More tea, Henry?" "I need something stronger than tea." He set the bottle down and lifted up the glass, bringing it close to his lips, as his wild eyes stared into space. But before he could take a drink of it, Dorian grabbed his arm from behind and locked it in midair, where Henry snapped his gaze on him.
"I need you with a clear head for this one, Doctor." The gentleman spoke with a stern authority. "Now is not the time to give in to such bad habits." His eyes glared over at the glass of strange liquid and they narrowed a bit. "Believe me, I know.."
Henry eased and slowly lowered his released arm, setting the glass back on the counter. "Dorian...what if....what if he...emerges during our engagement at the Museum? I can't promise what he would do..to you..to the Museum...to anyone. I don't know you very well, but I can say I wouldn't be able to bear the knowledge of harming you as that grotesque abomination.."
"We'll be fine, Henry." Gray patted his shoulder. "I won't let him take control. Nor let him escape, even if he does. You're a good man, Dr. Jekyll. I believe you have the strength to keep that beast at bay." Henry held his forehead. "But he's so powerful. Stronger than he's ever been. And he's so....angry with me. For locking him up..for keeping him under control..keeping him from committing to his fowl desires...he would do so much evil in spite of me. I know it." "That won't happen. Now calm your nerves, you're stressing yourself into hives, it's only making your condition worse. I wouldn't be surprised if he emerges merely to slap you into your senses." He guided the doctor by the back into the foyer.
"I'm sure he's terribly uncomfortable in all that stress and sweat."
"I'd imagine so. He's quite confident, you know. More than I am now. I used to be that confident..until.." "Until he took over your life?" Henry glanced at him. Dorian looked down upon eye contact. "So was I."
Henry gained a new pity for the gentleman behind him. And also a new respect. Underneath all the swagger and boastfulness was a man who was truly broken from his past. His heart shattered in pieces over his loss. Damaged from the evil that had corrupted his soul. And here he was, trying to make good of his own curse by helping others for a change. Something about Dorian did indeed remind him of himself. And with that realization..Henry puffed up his chest. "WELL, Mr. Gray.." He snatched his top hat from the hanger, wrapped his long green scarf around his neck, put on his coat and whipped out his cane. "It's a fine stormy night, so I suggest we put an end to this sorrowful scenery and go find ourselves a cursed Egyptian corpse!"
Dorian's eyes rose in amusement and he smirked with a chuckle. "Why Jekyll..I dare say I approve of this adventurous approach from you. Carry on, then, sir." He tossed his cane upwards, put on his hat, and caught the cane in midair.
"Let us step out for the evening!"
Henry nodded and the two men pushed forward, the doctor grabbing the doorknob and practically throwing the door open to reveal the scenery outside. The sound of rain, which was previously muffled behind the walls, had now intensified and became more clear. Rainfall from the sky, dripping endlessly from the ledges of the rooftops, the sound frequently overtaken by the distant booming thunder. Henry scrunched up his face as he peeked up at the darkness above and he slowly traveled down the steps. "Perhaps we should grab an umbrella?" Dorian suggested.
"Don't got one." Jekyll responded bluntly.
Gray rolled his eyes. "Lovely."
CONTINUE TO..
The Museum
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