text: It is 1912 in London, and a strange mood hung over the city. A pale moon hung in the sky as the dog-faced man walked along the docks. People didn’t look at him as he passed, something seeming to force them to avert their gaze. It's not just that the man was ugly, no no, as the few who looked at him even for a moment would swear he had some form of facial deformity, though none could say just what this deformity was... A woman's scream rings through the night, further into the dim backways of the city. *Did you hear that Eric?* Said the voice in his head. The man, Eric Fitzjekyl, stopped walking, and turned to look at a shop window. The Reflection in that mirror was not his own, rather a better, stronger, version of the man. His “deformity '' is completely gone, his mutton chops becoming a full beard. And rather than his ragged street clothes, this man wore a full, fine suit and tophat. “Yes Dandy, I heard it” *Well? Are we going to do something about it.* The reflection gestured in the scream’s direction. “It’s not my problem Dandy” *Now now, we talked about this. If you want me to go away for good, you have to try and start to be a gentleman. And a gentleman would not leave some woman to be harmed in the night.* “Dandy, what exactly do you expect me to do?” Eric looks to all the world like a lunatic as he talks to his reflection. “She’s liable to run as soon as she seems me!” *...Well* “No Dandy” *I’m just saying, she wouldn’t run from me* "No Dandy” *Look regardless of which of our fathers you may physically take after we both know you aren’t one to walk away from something like this without trying to help at the very least! And we both know I am far more well equipped to do so!* “Grr....FINE! But if I wake up in another suit that costs my entire week’s wages again, I will never let you out again!” Eric quickly ducks into an alley, and in a matter of moments, he begins spasming in the dark. His muscles swell, his hair straightens...his face almosts melts away, becoming a much more handsome version of itself, with a full beard rather than his usual muttonchops. Altogether, minus the lack of his suit, he became the spitting image of that odd reflection. *Make it quick and change back. Or at least get it over with and get me some dinner afterwards.* “Of course, of course,” His voice has deepened and changed, a far more proper air about it now. “I suppose you’ll want some form of meat and potatoes again? No matter, onto the task at hand” And, with a leap that can only be described as superhuman, this strange gentleman jumped to the roof of the nearest building, and began making his way towards where the scream had come from. Throughout all this, the barmaid who had screamed was running. She had managed to keep ahead of her attacker as he chased her, a glinting knife in his hand...“Come here kitten, I’ll make it nice and quick.” The man made no attempt to run, keeping a steady pace as he followed the woman, cornering her in his alleys, his hunting grounds. Let her tire herself running, it makes his work, his hunt all the easi- What was that? A shadow passed overhead, one of those new dirigibles maybe? Damn flying machines never made any damable sense to Jack. He almost lost the girl from the distraction, running around a corner...and then as he ran around it, he hit a wall. No. No, not a wall. A man. A man built like a wall.“Now what exactly is this then?” Jack watched as his quarry disappeared into the night, and with an almost animalistic growl he responded. “Oi! This doesn’t involve you. It's a domestic matter!” “A domestic matter? One you had been planning to solve with a hunting knife? If that’s how you handle domestic disputes I think it’s best I let that girl get away from you” “You damned git! I’m not dumb enough to travel these alleys at night una-” “Say, didn’t the papers say something about some murdered girls? Something about them being cut up with a hunting knife” The taller man, Dandy, grabbed Jack’s arm. “Perhaps we should take you and your little “self defense” knife down to the nearest station. I’m sure they’d have some questions for-” Jack suddenly plunged the knife into the side of the taller man. With a wince as some pain shifted through him he let go of the man’s arm. And Jack was off like a shot...before Dandy pulled the knife from his side, with nary a whisper, and bounded after him. “B-blimey. Blimey you aren’t human! What the devil are y-” With a rugby tackle, Jack was brought to the ground, his own knife now plunged into his thigh. And he screamed. He screamed like a damnable banshee. He kept screaming as Dandy pulled the knife back out, and dragged the bleeding man to the nearest police station. Eric Fitzjekyl woke up the next morning in a cheap boarding house. He tended to black out after a bit of Dandy being in control... This is a surprisingly soft bed. “Dandy, if you’re about to tell me you spent our entire pay on this room I’m going to-” *Relax!* Dandy is once again in the mirror *The police had an award out for anyone who caught that gentleman last night. A substantial one. Someone should be bringing you breakfast in about 20 minutes* “...I don’t look anything like the man who would of called for tha-”*I told them you were my younger brother.* “...We shouldn’t keep doing that” Eric felt his side where Dandy had been stabbed, the wound already healed, its scar fading fast. “One of these days you’ll get stabbed somewhere you won’t be able to heal from” *We shouldn’t but we both know we’re going to keep doing it* “What makes you so sure”*Because I know you. And I know as long as you're alive, you’re going to keep being the single good thing that Edward Hyde ever put in this world, Eric.* “...