Tell A Tale — Gothic Fiction

Duel/Dual By Lee Grim

Always he is with me as I am with him. You cannot imagine the torment of being shackled to such a monster. Since the moment we were born together we have been bound; separate yet never separated.

If twere only true that I could know oblivion, know nothing and no-one while my other takes command that would be a saving grace but I know no such surcease. I see it, all he does, no matter how vile the deed and I know somehow he sees me also.

I, innocent, must view him unprotected as he stalks my society committing his vile crimes, crushing man woman and infant alike in his war on that is good. I see all but am impotent in my remoteness. While his evil is to the fore I can neither influence nor restrain him notwithstanding my constant desperate struggle against the barrier between us. When I regain the mastery I would call back all he has done or counter it. But I cannot walk in his world, I cannot reach where he reaches, his transgressions cannot be undone by one such as I.

I could never make myself out an angel but all I have ever done proclaims my openness, my honesty. I have never hidden myself or my activities, save for when he claims command and I am forced back into my sub human cage. I want you to know that I struggle every time. Aware what has and will occur under his aegis I bite and claw, cling on to the pre-eminence until nails are torn and fingers bleed but each time it is in vain as he will assert himself. Whenever I am suppressed I am unceasing in my effort, beating my fists against his every defence in frantic need to reverse our positions, limit the world's exposure to the fiend.

I have to fight for I have seen his corruptions, made more villainous for their cloak of righteousness. I do not know how long this can carry on, how long I can bear this. Every day I come closer to the ultimate sanction that will end us both. That remains within my power yet and is, I fear inevitable. For I can no longer bear this life, to do naught but mutely witness his depravities too manifold to fully describe...

… his associations with the worst of society; gangmasters, slumlords, tyrants...

… his practice distributing expensive but useless tonics to the dying...

… his parish council treasury work diverting funds from the rabble to his own projects...

… his denial with deep pleasure of the most deserving supplicants to his charity board...

… his casting out of tenants to starve at the slightest infraction...

… his condemnation from the pulpit of the very whores he enjoyed the preceding night...

… his use for pleasure then murderous discard of nameless workhouse orphans..



...all winked at by a society that reveres him.



Though it cost me my life I will stop Henry Jekyll


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