My brethren in beast-hood were making headway in their strenuous pursuit of smashing through the cave’s barrier. That way they could find and eat me. Or, if I changed back into a beast like them they’d shove me into an escape-proof cage and wait until I changed back to the human form; that is Dr. Hyde.
My life’s story is the opposite of the story of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. I was a beast in natural form and a human in my unnatural form. As a child I became very ill, went into seizures, and then began to change into a human and then back to a beast without being able to control myself.
Now, I have become more adept at controlling my transforming my transformations. However, at the moment, extreme stress or apprehension causes me to change into a human.
Apparently, in my last transformation into a human two beasts had seen me. They went back to our village and squealed on me.
Now, I was in a cave with a ruptured jugular vein and killer beasts after me. My original home is a very rough, murderous, and cruel place. Even my own parents would’ve eaten me if they’d seen my transformations. Luckily, my transformations were not manifest as an infant or a toddler. The first ‘attack’ came about when I was entering pubescence.
That’s all history for now. I’d managed to convince a cat name Toby Matheson to run away from the upcoming beastly havoc.
Now, the opening to the cave was about to give in. I pasted one large dab of blood near me in order to delay the beasts’ chase.
Afterwards, I pasted much sand on my wound to stop the bleeding and begin the healing process. Thankfully, my disease or syndrome, whatever you want to call it has a few beneficial side effects; extraordinary healing abilities.
I ran into and through the path on the right as fast as I could. The incredible speed that I was running enabled me to reach a position where I was able to see Toby in front of me. Mind you, I made certain that he didn’t take notice of me. I figured Toby was a special cat who was able to travel long distances or through different dimensions.
As I was running through the path the beasts broke into the cave and fought over the mini-pool of blood that I’d left them. It almost sounded as if they were feasting on flesh.
Thankfully, they didn’t give chase. Apparently, they’d assumed that I’d exited the cave earlier.
I kept a safe distance from Toby. A short while later Toby came across a white could who’s bottom touched the ground. After Toby scanned the area he entered the cloud. Naturally, I followed him, but made certain that he didn’t see me.
As soon as I entered the cloud I paused for a minute. I didn’t want to catch up to Toby. After all, I was now a loner. I had to look out for Mr. Hyde.
After a minute or so of waiting I walked through the cloud only to come across a door. After pondering about my options for a few seconds I decided to enter the door.
As soon as I entered the door I found myself inside a large building ... no ... it appeared to be a Medieval castle; the kind that humans had used on our planet eons ago.
After scanning the area I realized that I was in a hallway of some sort. Perhaps on one of the floors of the Medieval castle.
I placed my right hand on my neck to feel for blood or a wound. Thankfully, I’d completely healed.
I scented food nearby. I was famished! Naturally, like a predator stalking its prey I followed the scent.
It didn’t take me long to come about a kitchen full of food. As a child I’d broken the laws of ‘our land’. Reading, writing, and anything else that was related to ancient knowledge was absolutely forbidden. In fact, the ancient knowledge was more advanced than what my beastly brothers and sisters were using. Their logic was that humans, our ancestors, had plundered and destroyed our planet through the wicked us of technology.
I for one did not agree with that ignorant philosophy. From childhood on I found myself to be the most intelligent person on our planet. I used to sneak to my special hiding place, which by the way was an underground library. Soon, I became a proficient readier.
I remembered reading about kitchens, automobiles, computers, microwaves, ovens, weapons of mass destruction, healthy and junk foods, bottled water, and thousands of other things; some good while others were harmful.
I entered the kitchen and then went straight for to the fridge. After opening the fridge door I removed various meats, breads, soft drinks, milk, fruits, veggies, desserts, bottled water containers, pop, coffee, peanuts and countless other human things.
After all of the food items had been placed on the kitchen table I ate and drank everything in sight. Because I was alone I transformed into my original beastly form. This gave me an edge regarding speed eating and not needing to chew my food as much. Also, in my beastly form I could digest just about anything, even many foods that humans consider rotten.
After having my fill I went to the kitchen sink and washed up. It’s one of those things that I’d learned in my reading.
After washing up I was in the mood for some booze. Yes, even the beasts of my planet drink alcohol. I could detect the scent of hard liquor, beer, wine, and champagne nearby.
I exited the kitchen and then followed the scent trail to a bar. The place was neat and tidy, clean, and even the lighting was beautiful.
As I entered the bar I took notice of a large bar counter perhaps fifty feet long located in front of an incredible selection of booze to drink, also including ice, lemons and limes, cherries, pop, carbonated water, juice, olives, and numerous snacks to choose from. It was party time!
I approached the bar counter with delight climbing over it and then gawking at my image in the large mirror that many bars have behind their counter.
After I’d had enough of gawking at myself I fixed myself a ‘mixed drink’. It was my version of the multi-ingredient drink.
First, I took hold of a large, lidless empty keg a few feet away and then carefully placed it on the bar counter. Afterwards, I began to ‘systematically’ fill the pitcher with whatever I wanted to; one gallon each of Vodka, Gin, Peach Schnapps, and six wine coolers, two bottles of red wine, 24 oz. of orange juice, 2 litres of club soda, 24 oz. Of apple juice, twelve peeled bananas, two bunches of cherries, and twelve slices each of lemon and lime.
After deciding that that was enough mixed drink for me I placed the lid on top of the keg and then pressed it shut. As a final act before consumption I carefully picked up the keg and then shook it forwards and backwards, left and right, and clockwise and counter-clockwise.
After being satisfied that I’d shaken the keg enough I gently placed it on the carpet and then carefully pulled off the lid.
Now it was time to party! I slowly picked up my prized keg and then took it to the nearest table. Mind you, I laid it on the carpet beside me. After taking a deep breath I picked up the keg, pulled it towards my face, and then began to drink up a storm.
Because I was craving for booze I made sure that my first drink was at least a minute long, without any pause or hesitation. I wanted to be buzzed before I took my first breath.
Lo and behold, a minute later I gently placed the keg onto the carpet and then exhaled. As expected I had an incredible buzz. So much so it made me grin. At that brief moment of my ecstasy even the thought of my worst enemy killing me was funny.
After a brief pause I sat down and then continued my drinking spree.
I don’t know how long it took to drink that whole keg but by the time I’d finished I had to go to the bathroom; front and back. Anything’s better than puking.
I stood up and then dropped to my chair. I had an incredible head rush. Not to mention I was now drunk off my rocker.
Beasts like me can drink incredible quantities of booze but will still retain most of their faculties. That doesn’t mean that we can’t get buzzed or drunk.
Believe me I felt like I was on top of this world! No problems, I’d left my dimension. And now I had all the free food and booze that I’d ever wanted.
I waited for several minutes before making an attempt to stand again. Thankfully, this time it was successful. Now, I had to go to the restroom.
I left the bar and then walked down the hall in search of the nearest restroom. Eureka! Within a short period of time I found the restroom. Naturally, I ran inside and then did my thing. It took me three minutes to pee out all of the excess liquid matter in my body. Wow! I had to flush the toilet four times to stop it from overflowing.
I don’t want you to think that ‘the beasts’ in our planet had no brains or technology. We certainly did! It was a matter of being ferocious killers ... not a matter of being dumb.
After I emptied my bladder of several gallons worth of ‘yellow water’ I washed my hands with soap and water and then dried up. I figured that whatever world I entered would be cleaner and less ferocious than mine. Therefore, it was imperative that I fit in by being clean.
I strolled through the hall several times before deciding to go upstairs. I did the same thing on the subsequent three floors before deciding to leave. Naturally, I descended to the level that I originally entered through.
After conducting a thorough search of the area I finally found an exit to what I guessed was some sort of medieval castle. No doubt, much time was spent on building the place. However, I had no time pondering about the history of the castle. I needed to find a decent home to live in. If none were found the castle would always be a backup for me.
I was certain that others had passed through the castle. I couldn’t have been the only person. The castle was too incredible a place and had way too many valuable amenities to be a short transit stop.
I descended to a large door and then stopped as soon as I was within pushing distance. I paused for a moment, scanned the area, and then pushed the door open.
Before my eyes was a pathway engulfed in fog. Thankfully, that wasn’t enough to stop me. I noticed a cement overpass just above me. I walked away from the castle with high hopes.
As soon as I’d taken twenty steps away from the castle I turned around to see its facade. It was truly a magnificent site! The castle was higher than a mountain.
I turned and then resumed my walk through the cloud and away from the castle. It didn’t take long for me to go through the cloud.
I found myself several miles from the downtown core of a large metropolitan area. My natural inclination was to walk towards the core. First, I transformed myself to humanoid form. I could tell by the structure of the homes the people herein were modern, naked-type humanoids. A hairy, powerful, blood thirsty beast would not be welcome here.
It took me a few seconds for me to transform into humanoid form. It’s slow but I froth at the mouth and endure a brief bout of minor convulsions. I’m not a machine!
Thankfully, it was dark. I slowly walked towards the downtown core. But before I could even get close to it I saw a lone gray-haired man, perhaps in his late fifties taking a walk through the neighbourhood.
I transformed myself into a beast and then stalked the gray-haired man. I had to get a feel of how strong these humanoids were. That is, the ones in this particular dimension. In addition, I needed some flesh and blood. All that booze that I drank in the castle intensified my hunger pangs and dried me up inside.
After stalking the gray-haired man for long enough I slowly moved in for the kill. But, being a careful beast I waited until we were both walking through a dark street within sight of but not in the actual downtown core.
After carefully scanning the area I charged my prey and then took him down. Without any hesitation I big him on the neck and then yanked out a large piece of flesh including his jugular vein.
The profuseness of the blood flow only made my hunger that much more ravishing. I ripped off my prey’s clothing and then dragged it to a dark, secluded corner.
Like a super-predator I first disembowelled my prey, at the internal organs first and then finished off the body at my own leisure. Mind you, I’m not a hyena or a vulture. I do leave scraps.
After finishing my meal I scooped up the scraps and then walked over to a dumpster. I noticed that the lid was locked shut. No problem for a very powerful beast like Mr. Hyde. I yanked the lid open, and in the process broke the lock. At the moment I couldn’t have cared less.
After scanning the area again, I tossed the scraps into the dumpster and then closed the lid.
I prowled through the city and then came across a sign reading MONTREAL. Now, I knew exactly where I was. I’d read about this city. But things will not be as I read about because every time an individual travels to another dimension changes to occur.
Anyway, I clearly understood that Montreal was a city of at least a few million. I could hear the people and the traffic just up the hill from my position. I wasn’t going to make it without a powerful ally who could get me some good lodging.
I continued prowling through the area until I came across a very handsome man who was accosting a young, attractive woman. This woman couldn’t have been more than a late teeny bopper.
I enjoyed watching this man because he behaved like a first class professional predator. Besides, his brute strength, which I could feel in my gut, was something of a delight to see.
I was now at the southern end of Atwater Street near a canal.
The handsome man moved in for the kill, or that’s what I thought. Well, he had other things to do first.
The handsome man leaped ten or more feet to pounce on his target. After successfully tackling her and gagging her mouth he managed to convince her to stay quiet while he did his thing. Mind you, in my dimension or world, this kind of thing is normal behaviour. A female beast would spit on and probably curse and attack a wimpy male beast. But from what I knew about humans this kind of behaviour was both abhorrent and illegal. No wonder the handsome man kept scanning the area over and over again. He was afraid of the law.
After the handsome man finished with his business he brilliantly snapped his target’s neck. The excitement of it all caused me to drool at the mouth.
But to my utter surprise after doing his thing the handsome man didn’t eat his target. That’s when I came to the rescue. I had to meet the handsome man in the flesh.
I cautiously approached the handsome man but made certain not to appear like a predator and not to startle him. A startle response can lead to fight or flight response.
“Excuse me do not be alarmed at my beastly appearance. I want to commend you for a well-done job.
This is my original form but I can transform into a humanoid. You took care of that young woman just fine. Too bad I just ate a short while ago. Otherwise, I would’ve joined you. Actually, my copulating instinct has now gone into full drive. Do you mind if I ‘lion’ this young woman?”
“Indeed, but you must understand that she’s not alive. Will that pose any problem?”
“No, it certainly won’t! I’m not a human. Although our distant ancestors were humans my people have evolved into another species.”
I went ahead and ‘lioned’ the young woman. The handsome man took much delight in my growling and bearing of my teeth. Deep down inside, he was a beast of some sort.
After finishing my act I got up and then grinned at the handsome man. I understood that we needed each other. Our relationship would be truly symbiotic.
“I am Mr. Hyde, and what is your name ... if I may ask?”
“I am Jeff. I need a person like you to rely on. Actually, I was hoping for two very powerful allies. You are one of them. Now all we have to do is find our third friend.
It would be much better and safer for you to transform into humanoid form.”
I transformed into human form and then extended my hand as humans so often do. As a child I read that humans ‘do this’ handshaking thing to show the other person/s that they mean them well and that they’re not hiding a weapon in their fighting hand. Anyway, the handshake was first used in Yemen, according to the human history texts that I read as a child.
Jeff and I hit it off really well. We truly had a symbiotic relationship. I needed him and he needed me. Now, we had to find our ‘boss’ or ‘mentor’. We needed to be a threesome. A small crowd, that is. It wouldn’t take long for Jeff and me to realize that our mentor was apparent.
“Mr. Hyde, let’s go to the Pepsi Forum. We can sit down together and have a chat. Don’t worry about your home. No, we better not got to the Pepsi Forum. You have blood on you. That’s a no-no.
Let’s go to my place. I have plenty of extra clothing and more food in the fridge.”
I followed Jeff to his home. I realized that Montreal was a nice and safe city for us. Nobody was going to harm us.
Everything went just fine for the following week. There was only one problem; I needed identification, money, and my own place to live. Because I don’t like to owe people anything, I offered to find Jeff a prime target. He answered in the positive. Was he ever excited!
We decided to prowl the streets of Montreal on a late Sunday night. It would be the best time to stalk and then attack an unsuspecting human. I would soon find out that Jeff was primarily interested in females, although he did enjoy harming a male or two now and then. His two ultimate prizes were Cynthia and Corey.
ON the following Sunday at 11:00 P.M we left Jeff’s apartment and headed due south. We walked to Sherbrooke Blvd. but then Jeff had a change of heart. He decided to circle back to the mountain and find someone there. Therein there were many ‘dark areas’ where a woman could be targeted and then successfully attacked.
Jeff and I strolled through the mountain for roughly an hour before I took notice of a beautiful young woman dressed in a provocative way. This was what Jeff wanted. So, I obliged him by pointing her out.
At the time she was just over a block away and heading towards Decarie Blvd. If she’d made it the kill would be off. Decarie Blvd. is a somewhat open street containing too many witnesses for any kind of attack.
“Jeff, do you mind if I chase her down, drag her into those bushes and then ‘grant’ her to you?”
“I’d be utterly delighted if you did just that!”
I did exactly as I told Jeff I’d do. As soon as I tackled the unsuspecting woman I gagged her mouth and waited for Jeff to come. I dared not kill or maim her before Jeff came. He had first dibs on punishment.
I overpowered the young woman with extreme ease. In fact, for me it was like overpowering a little blind kitten. Jeff and I were lucky to be so strong. Anyway, he had his way with her and then he and I debated about the method of killing. After a short debate Jeff told me to kill her like a real beast. I did just that.
We went home that night as though we’d gone to the movies. We were delighted to be friends. But we still needed a mentor. That’s when Jeff remembered something very important.
He was told by a guy named Buster that a Mr. Bogey could help him acquire more stuff. Who this Mr. Bogey was, we certainly didn’t know.
The following day presented us with an incredible shocker. On the cover of the Montreal Gazette was a major story and warning for the residents of the metropolitan area. The gist of the story pertained to a series of killings and rapes. Now, we had to be more careful. Thanks for the warning from the media to us.
In that case, we were ‘convinced’ to find Mr. Bogey. Jeff and I really needed him.
As the days turned into weeks we continued our killing, and in Jeff’s case ‘mounting spree’. Jeff was unlike the other humans that I’d seen so far. He had a fixation on punishing people, especially females. He did it like a lion; he literally mounted them.
Sooner or later he was bound to ask me the question. And, wouldn’t you know it he did. I joined him in his sexual escapades. And to my utter shock I liked it.
Jeff helped me by getting me set up in a home and was very generous with money, considering he didn’t have to earn it. So, I felt a duty to help him. We became real buddies.
Just a week before we met up with Mr. Bogey I decided to look for a DVD of the movie Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. Being an incredibly quick learner I’d already learned how to surf the net. I found the title and synopsis of this incredible movie on the internet.
On a beautiful Saturday afternoon I decided to call up the various video stores in the area in search of the movie. Unfortunately, nobody held it.
However, one helpful employee recommended that I go to the public library near Berri UQAM Metro Station.
I left my apartment on Located near the corner of St. Catherine and Fort Streets and then proceeded to walk towards Atwater Metro. My walk was uneventful except for a beggar who persisted in pursuing me relentlessly. I certainly didn’t like that!
“Hey ... c’mon don’t go! I need money! C’mon ... you look like a rich boy! Give me money! I’m not going away until you give me five dollars! I’m hungry and I won’t let you go! C’mon tight wad, don’t be a freaking miser!”
When I’d had enough of the beggar I scanned the area, scanned the area and then quickly snapped his neck. I’d lived in the area long enough. Without allowing the beggar to drop to the ground I set him down in a position where he looked like he was sleeping off a long night’s drinking spree.
I continued walking until I reached the Pepsi Forum. I scanned the area again, placing much emphasis on the fallen beggar. Still, no one suspected anything. I figured it would be a few hours before anyone even suspected that anything was wrong. By then, I’d be long gone.
After crossing Atwater Street I entered Alexis Nihon Plaza, took the escalators downstairs, and then proceeded to walk to Atwater Metro Station.
Upon reaching the station I swiped my blue card in the thin slot and then entered the station.
As I was walking downstairs I took notice of the countless beautiful women. It was then that I noticed an incredible change in my mental state. I was actually attracted to women without needing to be with Jeff.
I understood that killing someone inside a metro station would cause too much of a stir and there certainly were cameras therein.
I descended the steps until I reached the waiting area for the train. I scanned the area spotting several very attractive women. I tried to be inconspicuous. I wouldn’t know how to react to a friendly female gesture. Although I wasn’t as good looking as Jeff, I was still something to look at.
As soon as the train arrived I entered it then quickly took a seat. I didn’t feel like standing up for the six stations ride.
At each stop some of the passengers disembarked while people waiting for the train entered. None of the men who were in the vicinity were strong by my standards. In my human form I was several times as strong as the average full-grown male Montrealer.
However, in my natural beastly form I was as strong as at least several adult male mountain gorillas.
A short while later I entered the Bibliotheque Nationale near Berri UQAM Metro Station. Thankfully, everyone was very helpful even the security guard at the entrance.
I found Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, brought it home and watched it three times in a row, forgetting about the world and its problems. The main character in the movie was my exact opposite. His original form was human and his transformed form was that of a beast. However, I had an incredible advantage over this character; I could change forms at will. Mind you, a mild shaking and also frothing at the mouth was a normal reaction during the transformation.
After watching my movie for the third time I took hold of my cell phone and punched in Jeff’s phone number. I told him that it was time to find Mr. Bogey. He agreed.
Up until then our search had been lackadaisical and nondirectional. We’d heard about Mr. Bogey through the grapevine. He was our man!
MR. BOGEY
I demand that everyone address me by my inherently honourable name of Mr. Bogey. I’m the most incredible and powerful person, well ... man ... in Montreal. Believe me, someday I shall become the emperor of Montreal, and then slowly but surely, the Emperor of the world!
My three greatest heroes are ‘Emperor Caesar’, ‘Emperor Nero’, and especially ‘Emperor Caligula’.
I know exactly how to get what I want and where I want. I now have control of much of city government and their long tentacles. But, I’m not satisfied! I must be the emperor and absolute ruler of Montreal! I will not tolerate any person, place, or thing to stand in my way or to fight or reject me.
I have numerous mansions scattered throughout Canada. My favourite city is Montreal. I have chosen this multi-cultural (I don’t like this aspect of it) city as my main headquarters as a first step in ruling the world.
I’ve been in the animal fighting, sex, alcohol, wagering and gambling, smuggling to and fro, and drug enterprises for much of my life. Today, I control much of the trafficking that emanates, goes through, or enters Montreal.
I have bodyguards, associates, and many admirers in this city. I’ve found that bribery, fear, intimidation, and an outwardly appearance of brute strength and flamboyant confidence has helped me. I like to spend and I especially love money and power.
I am presently training and guiding a prize dog fighter named Louis Angelo Doggera. As of now, he has 22 straight knockouts and still has not reached his prime.
My champion dog is a first of its kind. He is a Canadian Pitt Bull Terrier and small traces of Rottweiler, German shepherd dog, Doberman pinscher, Tosa, Alapaha Blue Bull Dog, Bull Mastiff, and for size St. Bernard.
My associates and I have spent numerous years trying to find the best mix for a champion fighting dog. We finally found it, a Canadian dog not some foreign mutt that was imported from somewhere far off on the horizon. This is a home grown champion!
I awakened from bed at 9:45 A.M. on a beautiful Friday morning in a very energetic mood. Louis, our soon to be champion dog is due for another day of strenuous training. He has a fight scheduled for Monday evening on the east side of town. Naturally, this will be his last training day before the fight. I want Louis to be well-rested before the fight.
Dog fighting training is not like boxing or martial arts. A well-conditioned dog can rest for a couple of days before a long, strenuous fight. Mind you, I do recommend that a fighting dog be taken for a short walk before a scheduled fight. It helps loosen him up, both mentally and physically.
I walked over to the kitchen and then fixed myself a nice wholesome breakfast. Although I do have persons who serve me, including my meals, often times I enjoy fixing my own meals. Mr. Bogey is the kind of guy who likes to accomplish things. Besides, I know very well that I have enemies who’d love to see me die or better yet, disappear.
I ended up eating eight fried eggs (sunny side up), two large pancakes (with much margarine and syrup), French fries, fruit cocktail, milk, juice, coffee, pop, and salad. Although my eating pattern is not quite orthodox, I’ve always felt comfortable with it.
I have several ‘head associates’ who are like overseers of various departments. One of my favourite overseers is Joey Zabora.
I’ve known Joey since he was a kid. He’s from the north side of town. I’m like his uncle. You see, I was the one who first taught him how to steal, intimidate, fight, and be part of the system; our system that is.
“Hey Joey, come here! I finished eating breakfast! Wake up and get here fast!”
“Okay Mr. Bogey. Sorry for taking so long. I was sleeping.”
“Who were you sleeping with?”
“Actually, I was sleeping with Tiffany, Candy, and Wendy. I got what I wanted from them overnight. Don’t worry, I told them to go home as soon as I heard you calling out to me. No doubt they’ll be crying. But, I’m done with them!”
“Joey ... that’s exactly what I want to hear! You’re growing up to be like your uncle. BUT DON’T YOU DARE TRY ANY KIND OF A REVOLUTION OR SUBTERFUGE AGAINST ME! I’LL KILL YOU WHERE YOU STAND, IF YOU DO!
“No way Mr. Bogey, I’d never be stupid enough to do anything like that! You are my hero, mentor, protector, advisor, idol, guide, champion, boss, and uncle. I love to work under you. Besides, you’re extremely generous. I never complain about you or about the way you treat me. As far as I’m concerned, you are the best person in the whole world!”
“Joey, flattery will get you my favours and friendship. As long as it’s meant in true earnest and not in a deceitful manner in order to topple me. That, I will never tolerate!
“Don’t worry, Mr. Bogey, I’ll never do that.”
“Okay, Joey, now I’ll be waiting for you outside. Eat your hearty breakfast, wash up and then we shall have a tough workout session. Louis shall have no more workouts until the upcoming fight.
I exited my mansion and then walked over to Louis’s doghouse