Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde Meet Modern Woman [Mar/Author00]
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				Title: <strong>Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde Meet Modern Woman [Mar/Author00]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>25-01-2009, 03:51:25</strong>
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				Marguerite De La Cruz huffed for the hundreth time tonight. She huffed over the lack of sleep. Huffed and puffed over how her finals were pushing her to the breaking point. Even huffed over the thought of how much food she consumed to keep herself awake through her studying. She swore the convenience store clerk had a look of fright when she dumped a slew of junk food onto the counter which totaled a good fifty dollars. Fifty dollars spent on food to make sure she did not crash and burn for the studying and the finals which were coming up in one more day. While some of the students were trying to drink their sorrows at the thought of finals tonight, she here in the library pushing herself to study for another hour.<br><br><em>Come to me, my angel of music...come...</em><br><br>Her ears perked at the sound of the voice, her attention moving from the psychology textbook laid out in front of her to who was speaking those words. If she did not know it any better someone was watching or listening to Phantom of the Opera in the library. Checking her watch, it was close to midnight and far too late for music or video to be played unless it was the librarian trying to entertain herself. Glancing around, Marguerite noticed she was the only one save for the janitor in this area. Since the janitor was an elderly man with no attached music buds to his ears then it had to be the librarian. "Hopefully she enjoys past the point of no return," she muttered beneath her breath as she removed her glasses to rub at her eyes. Working for her bachelor's degree in couple's therapist was wearing her out. She could not remember the last time she sat back and chatted with her friends nor talked on the phone with her family. Both her parents were living the gypsy life after sending off their only child to college and wanted to get in as much traveling in Europe as possible in a minivan packed with most of their belongings. Even if she tried to call her father it would be next to impossible with his adverse to taking calls while enjoying the sights in Europe. She usually awaited their calls on her cell phone and most of the time it was short voicemails to combat the rate of international phone calls.<br><br><em>Come to me...Marguerite...come...</em><br><br>Alright, now that she knew was not in the soundtrack of Phantom of the Opera. She was pretty sure no actor in the movie soundtrack would slip up and call out her name. A name which was even close to Christine weirded her out. Another glance around showed the janitor was several stacks away from her and the librarian was nowhere in sight. Sighing, she stood up from her seat, satisfied to hear a few bones pop and muscles stretch out and headed off to check out who was calling her. Maybe it was one of her friends trying to scare the hell out of her to keep her awake longer. If it was one of her friends she was going to hug after punching them in the arm for trying to give her a heart attack. Last time someone tried to scare her, her ex-boyfriend landed himself in the hospital with a broken jaw. Marguerite had a mean hook and seemed to get a reputation as a bad girl rocker chick because of the various tattoos she had inked on her skin. What, so she enjoyed tattoos, didn't mean she was a rebel or anything. Well, maybe she was but not about to worry about that now.<br><br>Having heard the same voice coming to her ears, Marguerite stood up from her seat. Sighing, she put down the book she read and pushed out her chair. "Leena, stop trying to scare me. I am sorry for not going to the party today," she whispered, her eyes trying to find where her friend was hiding. For her friend to get her attention, Leena had to be close by. Hearing the whisper again, she frowned at the location of where her good friend might be. If her assumptions were correct then the voice was coming not two bookshelves away, the farthest distance a person could whisper in the dead of night at a library but five bookshelves further. Seven bookshelves away for her friend Leena to whisper and have those words reach Marguerite's ears was impossible. Maybe her friend was getting better at whispering though from the last time Leena whispered during social psychology and gotten the two of them into trouble, Marguerite was not betting on it.<br><br>She called out to Leena to unveil herself but when no snorting of laughter or Leena voice came, she frowned in confusion. If Leena was not calling to her then who was? The thought of some sort of pervert or rapist came to mind and it made Marguerite aware of the nearest escape routes. If the pervert or rapist tried to grab her she had a few seconds to scream for help before the attacker tried to to knock her out. Inching away from the bookshelf, she stopped when the voice called out to her again, this time more forcefully. "Aww, hell," she muttered beneath her breath as she ran back to the table to grab her book bag and textbooks. Slinging the strap of her book bag over herself, she held onto her textbooks until her knuckles tightened but she was not about to drop a book and give an attacker the chance to assault her. In fact, she could use one of the books to fling at his head or bash him in the neck or groin, the points she was told might stop an assailant in his tracks.<br><br>Marguerite kept herself to going around each table to give her space from the bookshelves and the mysterious male in the library with her. If the mystery psycho killer might run out of the lanes he would have go jump over the tables and a few of the chairs to get to her. When that happen, she could beat feet and throw her books at him. Good plan, she told herself as she made her way through the rows of tables and chairs, her eyes glancing everywhere for signs of the intruder. Making it to the fifth lane of where she assumed the assailant might be, she went a bit brave and threw a paperball down the lane where she guessed the guy's head must be. "I know you are there and I am calling the fucking police," she called out, palming her cell phone. She threatened to call the police and held her nokia phone in front of her. No sound came from the lane and she punched in the number nine.<br><br>Really, Marguerite had no clue what made her do it. Could be the adrenaline rush she received from being able to take control of this unnerving situation. Might have been the surge of caffeine and sugar in her system. That she would later blame for her foolishness as she entered into the section where a few shelves contained romantic fiction novels. The library wanted to spruce itself up and bring more students to stick around in the place by adding several more genres to its shelves. Romance, sci-fi, fantasy, non-fiction, comics, the list went on the non-college textbooks housed in the building. Other than the books there was no one else in the area. Strange but then the pervert moved areas when she figured out his game plan.<br><br>Satisfied she might have averted the danger of being raped or murdered, Marguerite let her guard down a bit. "Maybe I should head home now," she said aloud as she turned to head out of the place. The nudge of something at her foot stopped her progress, bringing her attention to see the item in question. A book. Not unusual given where she was. Thinking the would be murderer bumped against the shelf and knocked the book out, she bent to return it to its rightful place. Upon turning the book to see the title of the book to see if it might interest her, it opened with a crack of thunder. "What the?," she started but never finished what she wanted to say as she was soon sucked into the pages of the book. With another crack, the book fell once more to the ground showing its cover. Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.<br><br>"Ahhh fuck!," she cried out as she broke her fall on a cold surgery table. Face smashed into what she guessed was a cold pillow, she coughed and groaned before she opened her eyes. A scream tore itself from her throat as she found herself staring down at a dead body. She had no idea what just happened but all she remembered was being thrust through some sort of door and into a black hole. Screaming and cursing, she threw herself off of the table and found herself in a strange place. It seemed to look like a medical lab from the looks of things. The only question was where the hell she was and if she could get a ride back home. Oh how unaware she was of where and when exactly she was. 
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