Chapter 1: Dr. Jeckyll and Mr. Hyde Fanfiction

Chapter 1: Dr. Jeckyll and Mr. Hyde Fan Fiction

                Mr. Utterson was a rich man in the city of New York in 1962. He owned an asylum for the mentally insane called Briarcliff. He was well respected in New York for keeping the city safe and helping the insane to maybe get back to their normal self. Little did the people know he was not helping them.

He practiced experiments on the patients that were in the asylum. His dear friend, Mr. Enfield, worked with him in the asylum. He was the doctor of the institution. If you were sick or injured in any way, you were taken to the doctor. Now Mr. Enfield wasn’t your everyday doctor and if you were taken to him, you were used for Mr. Utterson’s experiments.  The patients knew that there was something wrong going on in the asylum, but if they went to the police no one would believe them because they were after all in an insane asylum.

Briarcliff was a horrible place. Half of the patients killed themselves so they wouldn’t have to live another day in the institution. There was a patient in particular that every news reporter wanted to talk to; they want to know exactly what happened and why he did it. A gruesome murder had taken place. A young girl had been stabbed when she was walking home from school, but when they found the body, her limbs had been removed.

A man by the name of Mr. Hyde was blamed. Everyone in the city was scared of him because he was distorted. He only had a few teeth, but they were sharpened to a point, his skin was dry and flakey, and he had one dark eye and one pale blue eye. He claimed he was innocent, but doesn’t everyone? They decided to put him in Briarcliff when they agreed he was criminally insane, so they sent him to the only place they knew. A lot of people were put in the asylum for no reason. Either their family would throw them in the institution or the police would.

The problem was, once you get into Briarcliff, you usually don’t get out. When Mr. Hyde was taken to the asylum, he fought and fought hoping they would release him or believe that he was innocent, of course they didn’t. They took him to the second floor and locked him away in room 112. The door was cold, metal, and had steel bolts in it. It had a small square cut out of the door with metal bars over it. He would look out of the small window and wait for someone, or anyone to come and help him. Mr. Hyde was treated terribly in the institution. He was caught in the act of suicide multiple times, but failed.

In the second month of being in the asylum, he was finally allowed out of his room and allowed to stay in the gathering room. The gathering room was a traumatic place because that is where all the patients would go during the day. Most of the patients had strange deformities or were just insane. There were two entrances, one in the front of the room and one in the back, two guards at either side of the doors. Each day Mr. Hyde was in the gathering room he would plan his escape.