“Welcome, I presume you are here to make a bargain, Mr. Enfield?”
His soft, almost sickeningly sweet voice echoed against the walls.
The Doctor stood up from his wooden chair. The chair creaked as he stood up. His name was actually pretty well known in the community, Henry Jekyll.
He worked as a chemist, he was an older gentleman, in his 50’s. His hair was as white as the very snow that fell outside, his eyes a dark brown. I knew him from my cousin, Mr. Utterson. His attire was fanciful, fairly well dressed, I mean.. he was rather rich, so he was able to afford various attires, but he mostly put it into paying his servants and maids, atleast that’s what I had heard from most.
”..Yes, dear sir. I have heard of your so called ‘Morality Test’… may I, perhaps, try it?”, Enfield said, calmly and politely.
He sighed, opening a drawer, he looked through the drawer for a while, looking for the thing he was looking for, eventually he found it, holding it out. It was some sort of concoction, a sickly color, but he couldn’t tell which color it was.
“…Look. I think I may have to warn you about this, but don’t expect to be in control all the time. You may black out, or not act like yourself, or otherwise.” Jekyll looked over, looking like he was distracted by something.
“..Any other warnings, Jekyll?”, Enfield had commented.
He looked back at me the moment he had said those words. “Not really, Enfield. Not really.”
He sighed, holding out a couple of pounds. “Here’s your payment, Doctor.” He placed the payment on the table. The doctor took it with glee, and he got the concoction, he held it in his hands, sighing.
”Have a nice evening, sir.” Enfield said, walking out of the house.
He would look down at the item he obtained, it definitely looked off. He still couldn’t recognize the color, it was like it was constantly shifting every single second.
He tried to decide if he should try it in his mind, right now or just try it later. Enfields mind raced.
What if he did try it now? He mean.. He wouldn’t forget he actually got it, but what if he was posing a risk to himself? What if he was posing a risk to himself in the future? Maybe he should’ve tried it later, but he debated it. Eventually, he decided to give in to his inhibition. Uncorking the phial at last.
He only took a small amount, sipping it. It tasted horrible, the smell was equally as awful. For only a few moments, nothing happened.
Then his chest started to hurt, hurt more than he ever felt in his life, i clutched his chest, panicking. Enfield’s breathes grew quick and heavy, he couldn’t even get a second to breathe. He fell to his knees, they were aching, aching so hard, that he couldn’t even think straight. Then his ears hurt, almost like they were ringing. His nose began to bleed, he continuously wiped the blood away, but it never seemed to stop. He thought this was his punishment. That his death was soon. He would die here, and now.
But instead, He didn’t. He started to feel something he never felt before in his life, Enfield felt something very different. Some sort of feeling he was never able to feel in his life before.
And that feeling was freedom.
