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Lucy's mind spun. She saw herself back in her small, filthy apartment. Hyde was standing in front of her. She stared with wide eyes at his grotesque features -- grotesque, and yet somehow captivating. The sound of Hyde's voice, when he bothered to speak to her, both terrified and excited her. Even now, as fear jolted through her in waves, she found herself drawn to him.
His face, frightening as it was, held a sort of wild handsomeness. His whole body, his posture, the movements of his arms, all suggested a force as powerful and dangerous as fire. Hyde was fire. His eyes burned into Lucy's soul like two small flames. His cold touch scorched her skin.
He whispered her name. She shivered. She clutched in her hands a piece of paper and a few bills. They were a generous gift from Henry Jekyll. As she tightened her grasp on them now, she wished for Dr.Jekyll to appear. Surely a man as intelligent and good as the doctor could save her from Hyde.
But the doctor failed to make his miraculous appearance, and Lucy found herself cornered. Hyde advanced towards her. An eerie smile stretched across his face, distorting his features even further. Lucy saw a glint of silver in his hand. As he brought it closer, she saw it was a knife.
She opened her mouth to scream, but no sound came out. She was paralysed with fear. Her hands were trembling so badly that she could no longer keep her grasp on Jekyll's letter. The paper fell to the floor, the bills landing gently at her feet. She slumped against the wall. Hyde put his arms around her waist. Lucy felt the cold blade of the knife pressing against her. She found it difficult to breathe. her breaths came in short, shaky gasps. Her head was spinning.
"Sympathy ... Tenderness," Hyde sang, mocking her. The smirk on his face grew larger. "Sympathy ..."
Lucy thought she was going to pass out. She swayed forward, into Hyde's arms. There was no use in trying to fight him.
Hyde ran the blade over Lucy's throat lightly. He could hear her heart racing, pounding wildly. With an inhuman cry of anger and passion, he plunged the knife into her chest.
Lucy threw her head back in pain. Still, she couldn't scream. She didn't try to escape. Already her dress was blood-soaked and she could feel the darkness slowly closing in on her.
Hyde pulled the knife out of her, laughing hysterically, then let her fall to the floor. He turned and ran through the door without looking back.
Lucy lay there in the darkness, hearing nothing, seeing nothing.