Post by mrkite23 on Jul 20, 2019 8:14:47 GMT 12
Nothing is set in stone
And if you start messing with time , then your really going to start the whole Butterfly Effect in motion .
Lets take one tale you may have heard about .
A Russian research team found a screw in a rock that was 300 million years old .
Now around about that time the only things that was walking around were Dinosaurs
And without doubt there was`nt any hardware stores where a Brontosaurus may want to do a bit of D.I.Y. on a bank holiday .
The things we take for granted slowly became questioned
Religions , Governments , our history and why Kiss were given a recording contract .
Somewhere in England a few people started to take things into there own hands and decided that these strange events in History needed to be answered .
So they took a leaf out of the Dan Brown book and on the similar lines of his fictitious Illuminati group came together and became a Cult that was so cult no one had heard of them
They called themselves The 23
We don`t need to go to deep into all that clever stuff to know that life and death are the same as black and white, Ying and Yang, heaven and hell and up and down, Laurel and Hardy, war and peace, Lennon and McCartney ,and tea and biscuits , the latter being the most important
You can not have one thing without the other , from the Big Bang onwards the whole universe and beyond it`s all about times two.
Four and half billion years ago two microorganisms got together and the rest is history .
Our history .
But some say that we can go back even further as the place we call Earth was hit by a Metorite that carried life from the outer limits of the newly formed universe
So we could all be tourists on this beautiful planet and I think we have overstayed our welcome and should get off it soon as possible or it really is going to get messy and it will loose its five stars .
Kite often pondered on things of this nature
Back in his youth he had embraced the counter culture and all that went along with it
Grow your hair , have a strange disliking to anyone in a suit and tie or anyone in authority and he really wanted to be in a band and just live for the weekends and buy albums that it really got to a point that his room was a music hoarders paradise when it came to albums and his other love was Gigs and then he had ten volumes of unexplained
He collected them each month and put them nicely in their blue leather type binders , his fasination with U.F.O sightings ,The Bermuda triangle, Ghosts , Yetis , Loch Ness Monster sightings, Eygptian Mythology and anything that was unusual and he had a real love for space .
So Kite had an open mind , which was a good job really as his path was indeed going to be without doubt a good definition of The Chaos Theory .
The years passed by and both his parents had passed away and he was alone , and his ambition of being in a Rock band had also passed by in fact his life passed by so quick he was now almost in his forties and still had`nt learnt all the lyrics to Topographic Oceans .
He was in his bedroom listening to Topographic Oceans .
The Revealing Science of God rumbles in and the angelic vocals of Jon Anderson flow in ..
Dawn of a light lying between
A silence and sold sources
Chased amid fusions of wonder
In moments hardly seen forgotten
Colored in pastures of chance
Dancing leaves cast spells of challenge
Amused but real in thought
We fled from the sea whole..
"I`ll never get the jest of it " Kite said to no one but himself while squinting at the microscopic lyrics on the C.D .
Album finished Kite set off down stairs and got himself a brew and a biscuits and wandered back upstairs almost falling over the Cat that seemed for some unknown reason always placed itself half way up the stairs when Kite had brew and biscuits in hand .
Kite had thoughts of the Cat was some kind of feline grim reaper that got a good pay off if it got an owner with a healthy bank balance and no mortgage
He got to his bedroom and placed brew and biscuits down and he flicked along a line of Cd`s and stopped at Led Zeppelin IV .
He jumped on his bed , sat himself up and with brew in hand dipped a biscuit in the cup and as eggs are from the super market the biscuit dropped onto his T.Shirt and never reaching its destination of his open mouth .
Crap .
And just as Bonzo`s mighty drumming on Four Sticks kicked in there was a strange blue flash from outside his window
He jumped off his bed and looked out window into the darkness and to his astonishment there was a Shed and four young , as he best would describe them as hippies
He opened the window
" Hey ! , what are you doing in my back garden ?"
" We`ve dropped off the Shed for you "
One shouted back
"But I never ordered one "
" Ah , no , it`s from a friend , and he said can you look after it for while... he`s away "
"A friend ?, what am I supposed to do with it ?"
"What ever you want with it , it`s a Time Machine man ..And hey nice Vinyl man "
"Vinyl ! , it`s a CD .. A Time Machine ?! "
The four young men slowly and not trying to fall over each other shuffled out of the dark back garden into the dark
Kite turned off the CD Player and went down stairs and half way down missed the step the Cat was lying across and took a swipe at Kite`s loose sock
He got to the back door put on his trainers and made his way down to the bottom of the garden
He was now wondering what the hell were four hippies that looked like a 70`s tribute band in the middle of the night dropping off a Shed , which certainly to big too with even four of them to carry for a friend ?
And then as he was sure as hell they said it was a Time Machine .
Kite was very open minded , but Time Machines
He shivered and he rubbed his arms and stared at the Shed .
It seemed as though it was waiting for him to either go inside or give it some milk
The sense you get with Cats, it was after all a wooden shed
The Cat didn`t have to say anything to Kite but just stare and he was in the Cats grip to do it`s will
Feed it , stroke it and open the back door .
"Right then " he said to the Shed "There`s no time like the present , and no pun intended I`ll get my jacket and we`ll see what is this all about .
He walked back to the house got his Demin jacket (which always had his I Pod in the inside pocket) slipped it on and went back out in the garden , shutting the door behind him and walked back down the garden
A cloud had now decided to move away from the full moon that was perched over the trees and its rays seemed to radiate all over the shed like a biblical scene and if it was a sign from God or maybe the other fella .
Kite didn`t want to make a decision on that and he gave it a rain cheque , what people seemed to do when they really didn`t want to get involved in something that would and possibly end up in a boat with no paddle and no nose peg .
" It`s just a Shed, what could go wrong ? " he said to himself
He got to the bottom of the garden and reached his new piece of garden furniture and opened the Shed door and stepped inside .
The door shut itself behind him .
He jumped and the hairs on the back of his neck stood up
The Shed was almost empty apart from in the corner was a metallic desk that was a blueish metal that Kite had never come across before and he made his way slowly to it and sat at the back was a strange clockwork gadget that was almost granite
He walked over to it and leaned over the top
It had an almost stone like clockwork device that should be in a museum and with a cylinder with numbers and in the middle was 2001
and in front of that was a flat screened top with a keyboard and at the top it read
Hyde
Kite then thought of what one of the hippies had shouted
"It`s a Time Machine "
Kite not one for missing out on an opportunity of something out of the ordinary and he thought what harm could happen if he just adjusted the numbers and he thought of about his happiest times and put the date
1972 and Hyde
and pressed the Enter button
Nothing .
"I guess a manual would be handy " he said to the panel
And then from behind him he heard a creak form the door behind him
He turned a hundred and sixty degrees and saw a small red headed boy peeping from the door
"Hello" said the boy nervously
Kite`s heart skipped beats like a novice Jazz drummer
Right away he knew who the boy was , it was without doubt himself as a ten year old lad with the green knitted jumper that seem to be all he wore growing up as it was always to big and then became to small and itched like a son of a gun
Funny what things that would be buried in your deep vault of memories and then that jumper turns up and of course that basin haircut that was all the rage when it came to saving money and trips to the barbers .
Kite flew to the door and in an instant pushing the boy ( Himself ?) back out of the Shed and telling him
"He best be off !"
A strange thing to say and back in his now whirling head he seemed to now remember when he was that small boy heading to the Rhubarb patch at the bottom of the garden with a bag of sugar in his hand .
With the door shut he flew again back to the console and tried his very quickest to change the numbers and hit the enter button and he looked down at the date
1885
M R HYDE
Oh crap !
Kite took stock of what had just happened and his head reeled
That was him without doubt peering around the door and he was now having an ultimate De Ja Vu and some when he now remembered he got the bag of sugar from the cupboard and set of down the garden to the Rhubarb patch
He had always thought of that day as a waking dream and never told anyone of a Shed suddenly appearing of where once the giant Rhubarb grew and that he opened the door to see a man dressed all in blue denim with very short red hair and before he knew it he was pushed out of the Shed with the words
"Best be off !" ringing in his ears
And then as it was gone
The Shed was gone and in it`s place was a very flat Rhubarb patch .
He had lost his sweet tooth craving and ran back into the house put the bag sugar back and ran upstairs , jumped on his bed and with his arm he reached under his bed and pulled out his latest Marvel comic and read the latest adventure of Thor and doing his very best to just forget about what had happened .
Kite was now staring at the panel
M R HYDE
"Mr Hyde ?"
Kite was again thinking back to his youth when he`d sit up late with his mother who loved her horror films and books and watch the old universal horror films and of course the classic Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde
Silly thought came into his head what if he opened that door and there would be a crazy man with a potion in his hand
But of course he`s a fictional character written by Stevenson at the turn of the century .
Kite really needed to sit down with a good strong cup of tea and take stock of what was going on and come back in the morning with a more level head and even hs might give Harry a ring .
He opened the Shed door and stepped outside
It was dark and he found himself in a street which was lit by gas lamps and it was foggy
A horse drawn carriage came flying at him and he quickly stepped back
A man at the top of the carriage with a top hat and cloak on with a whip in his hand and he shouted at Kite
" Er ! What the bleedin `ells your game ?!"
"Oh crap ! " said Kite
He turned straight back round and went back into the Shed
This time he very carefully put in
2001 Hyde
Like every time now , nothing happened
He went outside , he was still in that dark gloomy street and this time he had stood in some horse muck .
"Great"
He scrapped his trainer on the kerb and the last thing he rememebred was a heavy blow on the back of his head .
Kite woke up in a cell
The first thing he did was to feel the back of his head and gently moved it round to the very large lump that gave him the tremendous pain he missed out on while he was unconscious
Next up was his sense of smell and that was horse muck .
"Sarge ! the suspects awake " came a voice from the room beyond .
A very large Policeman came into Kite`s view
He had the uniform of a Victorian Policeman complete with a handle bar moustache
"What`s your name boy ?" he said twiddling the end of his moustache
"Boy ?" replied Kite who was not in the happiest frame of mind body or soul
"I`m 39 years old , and I want to know what the hell is going on and .." he looked around at his new predicament " why am I in this cell "
The sergeant once again twiddled on his moustache and rocked on his heels like all good policemen do and then spoke
" You know damn well boy that there is a curfew on the streets of London after nine o clock "
"London ?!" cried Kite as he didn`t really like London dream or no dream
"Yes ..London and we have the jurisdiction to arrest anyone one who brakes the curfew and is then straight away a suspect of the White Chapel murders "
"Well , I wouldn`t know that as not from London , I bloody hate London ... At any time "
He looked through the bars and saw a poster on the wall
Wanted
"Jack The Ripper"
Or any information on the White Chapel Murders
The Sergeant wasn`t a Sergeant for nothing and he was realizing that this man in the cell was not from the south as his accent was just like all the northern folk at Blackpool spoke when he and his misses spent a week there as it was becoming the Riviera of the North West but without the warm weather and a sun kissed sea
"Your not from round here are you boy ?" he said .
"Give the man a meddle " said Kite
" I have one thank you " said a pleased Sarge pointed at the one on his top pocket who was`nt yet up with the new use of irony and contempt which people in the high classes were calling it Sarcasm
It was given to me by our late Queen Victoria for my services in the Crimean war which I didn`t really have a clue what it was all about , but I got to shoot people which I guess is the whole idea of wars .. And who doesn`t like medals ?"
"So you joined the Police force " said a voice
Kite jumped as he didn`t notice the dark figure in the next cell
"So are you going to let me out then ?"
" We`ll let you out in the morning , there`s a curfew " and the Sarge rubbed his medal with his jacket sleeve and left the room chuckling .
"I`m getting out in the morning " said the voice form the next cell
Kite jumped again
"Sorry , did I scare you ?"
Kite slowly turned round and looked into the next cell and slowly out from the dark appeared a face
"I`m Henry " He said Dr. Henry Jeckyll " and he put his hand through the bars
"Dr Jeckyl ?!" said Kite shaking the Dr`s hand
"You`ve heard of me ? "
" I have ...But your a fict..well your other half is very well known from where I come from !"
"And where do you come from sir ?"
"Hyde said Kite who instantly regretting his reply
"Never heard of the place" replied the Doctor
"Really .. Anyway I think we best get some sleep "
"Goodnight then sir " and with that the Doctors face disappeared back into the dark .
The next morning the Sun broke into the Jail window and woke Kite up with a headache and a lump on his head that so big that he could of sworn it had snow on top and that brought everything back to what happened last night and his heart sunk as he realized that it was`nt a dream .
The man in the next cell was already up and stood at the cell door with his hands behind his back and he smiled at Kite
A policeman came into the prison cells and he was carrying two bowls of porridge
He stared at the Doctor
" Hey Sarge ! ! that man we arrested last night has escaped and been replaced by another man , who is wearing ..his cloths !"
"You must be mistaken man , no one escapes from here !" shouted the Sarge from the other room and he entered the room
"Ah..Your right "
The Sergeant was not going to forget the man they arrested that night as it took three officers to hold the wolf like man down as he had the strength of a mountain bear
After lots of head scratching and jail door shaking and bar window checking the two men were let out of there cells and given there wallets and Kites I Pod back the two men walked free from the White Chapel police station
" Well sir " Said the Doctor I`ll be on my way and if I were you I`d get that lump on your head seen too when you get home as I think it now has a flag planted on the top of it "
"Erm..I`m not from round here and I need to find a Shed "
" Oh , yes, your from Hyde and you need to find a Shed , did you say " said the Doc
"It`s a long story " And that was the last thing Kite said as he fainted
Kite woke up and found himself on a leather sofa and in a very victorian Study
He felt the top of his head and he felt a bandage
He lifted himself of the sofa and he made his way to window and he looked out just as a horse and carriage flew past and then it revealed across the road
The Shed .
"Your awake ! " the Doctor came into the room
"You gave me quite a scare this morning , I got a carriage and I have brought you to my home and I fixed your lump ..After all I`m a Doctor "
" Dr Jekyll " said Kite still staring at the Shed
" That`s right no memory lose then , would you like a cup of tea ?"
"Yes please , I love one , who didn`t like to go more than a few hours without his beloved tea or even a drink "
" Splendid "
"The Doctor picked up a little bell from the table and shook it
" Albert ! " he shouted .
And if you start messing with time , then your really going to start the whole Butterfly Effect in motion .
Lets take one tale you may have heard about .
A Russian research team found a screw in a rock that was 300 million years old .
Now around about that time the only things that was walking around were Dinosaurs
And without doubt there was`nt any hardware stores where a Brontosaurus may want to do a bit of D.I.Y. on a bank holiday .
The things we take for granted slowly became questioned
Religions , Governments , our history and why Kiss were given a recording contract .
Somewhere in England a few people started to take things into there own hands and decided that these strange events in History needed to be answered .
So they took a leaf out of the Dan Brown book and on the similar lines of his fictitious Illuminati group came together and became a Cult that was so cult no one had heard of them
They called themselves The 23
We don`t need to go to deep into all that clever stuff to know that life and death are the same as black and white, Ying and Yang, heaven and hell and up and down, Laurel and Hardy, war and peace, Lennon and McCartney ,and tea and biscuits , the latter being the most important
You can not have one thing without the other , from the Big Bang onwards the whole universe and beyond it`s all about times two.
Four and half billion years ago two microorganisms got together and the rest is history .
Our history .
But some say that we can go back even further as the place we call Earth was hit by a Metorite that carried life from the outer limits of the newly formed universe
So we could all be tourists on this beautiful planet and I think we have overstayed our welcome and should get off it soon as possible or it really is going to get messy and it will loose its five stars .
Kite often pondered on things of this nature
Back in his youth he had embraced the counter culture and all that went along with it
Grow your hair , have a strange disliking to anyone in a suit and tie or anyone in authority and he really wanted to be in a band and just live for the weekends and buy albums that it really got to a point that his room was a music hoarders paradise when it came to albums and his other love was Gigs and then he had ten volumes of unexplained
He collected them each month and put them nicely in their blue leather type binders , his fasination with U.F.O sightings ,The Bermuda triangle, Ghosts , Yetis , Loch Ness Monster sightings, Eygptian Mythology and anything that was unusual and he had a real love for space .
So Kite had an open mind , which was a good job really as his path was indeed going to be without doubt a good definition of The Chaos Theory .
The years passed by and both his parents had passed away and he was alone , and his ambition of being in a Rock band had also passed by in fact his life passed by so quick he was now almost in his forties and still had`nt learnt all the lyrics to Topographic Oceans .
He was in his bedroom listening to Topographic Oceans .
The Revealing Science of God rumbles in and the angelic vocals of Jon Anderson flow in ..
Dawn of a light lying between
A silence and sold sources
Chased amid fusions of wonder
In moments hardly seen forgotten
Colored in pastures of chance
Dancing leaves cast spells of challenge
Amused but real in thought
We fled from the sea whole..
"I`ll never get the jest of it " Kite said to no one but himself while squinting at the microscopic lyrics on the C.D .
Album finished Kite set off down stairs and got himself a brew and a biscuits and wandered back upstairs almost falling over the Cat that seemed for some unknown reason always placed itself half way up the stairs when Kite had brew and biscuits in hand .
Kite had thoughts of the Cat was some kind of feline grim reaper that got a good pay off if it got an owner with a healthy bank balance and no mortgage
He got to his bedroom and placed brew and biscuits down and he flicked along a line of Cd`s and stopped at Led Zeppelin IV .
He jumped on his bed , sat himself up and with brew in hand dipped a biscuit in the cup and as eggs are from the super market the biscuit dropped onto his T.Shirt and never reaching its destination of his open mouth .
Crap .
And just as Bonzo`s mighty drumming on Four Sticks kicked in there was a strange blue flash from outside his window
He jumped off his bed and looked out window into the darkness and to his astonishment there was a Shed and four young , as he best would describe them as hippies
He opened the window
" Hey ! , what are you doing in my back garden ?"
" We`ve dropped off the Shed for you "
One shouted back
"But I never ordered one "
" Ah , no , it`s from a friend , and he said can you look after it for while... he`s away "
"A friend ?, what am I supposed to do with it ?"
"What ever you want with it , it`s a Time Machine man ..And hey nice Vinyl man "
"Vinyl ! , it`s a CD .. A Time Machine ?! "
The four young men slowly and not trying to fall over each other shuffled out of the dark back garden into the dark
Kite turned off the CD Player and went down stairs and half way down missed the step the Cat was lying across and took a swipe at Kite`s loose sock
He got to the back door put on his trainers and made his way down to the bottom of the garden
He was now wondering what the hell were four hippies that looked like a 70`s tribute band in the middle of the night dropping off a Shed , which certainly to big too with even four of them to carry for a friend ?
And then as he was sure as hell they said it was a Time Machine .
Kite was very open minded , but Time Machines
He shivered and he rubbed his arms and stared at the Shed .
It seemed as though it was waiting for him to either go inside or give it some milk
The sense you get with Cats, it was after all a wooden shed
The Cat didn`t have to say anything to Kite but just stare and he was in the Cats grip to do it`s will
Feed it , stroke it and open the back door .
"Right then " he said to the Shed "There`s no time like the present , and no pun intended I`ll get my jacket and we`ll see what is this all about .
He walked back to the house got his Demin jacket (which always had his I Pod in the inside pocket) slipped it on and went back out in the garden , shutting the door behind him and walked back down the garden
A cloud had now decided to move away from the full moon that was perched over the trees and its rays seemed to radiate all over the shed like a biblical scene and if it was a sign from God or maybe the other fella .
Kite didn`t want to make a decision on that and he gave it a rain cheque , what people seemed to do when they really didn`t want to get involved in something that would and possibly end up in a boat with no paddle and no nose peg .
" It`s just a Shed, what could go wrong ? " he said to himself
He got to the bottom of the garden and reached his new piece of garden furniture and opened the Shed door and stepped inside .
The door shut itself behind him .
He jumped and the hairs on the back of his neck stood up
The Shed was almost empty apart from in the corner was a metallic desk that was a blueish metal that Kite had never come across before and he made his way slowly to it and sat at the back was a strange clockwork gadget that was almost granite
He walked over to it and leaned over the top
It had an almost stone like clockwork device that should be in a museum and with a cylinder with numbers and in the middle was 2001
and in front of that was a flat screened top with a keyboard and at the top it read
Hyde
Kite then thought of what one of the hippies had shouted
"It`s a Time Machine "
Kite not one for missing out on an opportunity of something out of the ordinary and he thought what harm could happen if he just adjusted the numbers and he thought of about his happiest times and put the date
1972 and Hyde
and pressed the Enter button
Nothing .
"I guess a manual would be handy " he said to the panel
And then from behind him he heard a creak form the door behind him
He turned a hundred and sixty degrees and saw a small red headed boy peeping from the door
"Hello" said the boy nervously
Kite`s heart skipped beats like a novice Jazz drummer
Right away he knew who the boy was , it was without doubt himself as a ten year old lad with the green knitted jumper that seem to be all he wore growing up as it was always to big and then became to small and itched like a son of a gun
Funny what things that would be buried in your deep vault of memories and then that jumper turns up and of course that basin haircut that was all the rage when it came to saving money and trips to the barbers .
Kite flew to the door and in an instant pushing the boy ( Himself ?) back out of the Shed and telling him
"He best be off !"
A strange thing to say and back in his now whirling head he seemed to now remember when he was that small boy heading to the Rhubarb patch at the bottom of the garden with a bag of sugar in his hand .
With the door shut he flew again back to the console and tried his very quickest to change the numbers and hit the enter button and he looked down at the date
1885
M R HYDE
Oh crap !
Kite took stock of what had just happened and his head reeled
That was him without doubt peering around the door and he was now having an ultimate De Ja Vu and some when he now remembered he got the bag of sugar from the cupboard and set of down the garden to the Rhubarb patch
He had always thought of that day as a waking dream and never told anyone of a Shed suddenly appearing of where once the giant Rhubarb grew and that he opened the door to see a man dressed all in blue denim with very short red hair and before he knew it he was pushed out of the Shed with the words
"Best be off !" ringing in his ears
And then as it was gone
The Shed was gone and in it`s place was a very flat Rhubarb patch .
He had lost his sweet tooth craving and ran back into the house put the bag sugar back and ran upstairs , jumped on his bed and with his arm he reached under his bed and pulled out his latest Marvel comic and read the latest adventure of Thor and doing his very best to just forget about what had happened .
Kite was now staring at the panel
M R HYDE
"Mr Hyde ?"
Kite was again thinking back to his youth when he`d sit up late with his mother who loved her horror films and books and watch the old universal horror films and of course the classic Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde
Silly thought came into his head what if he opened that door and there would be a crazy man with a potion in his hand
But of course he`s a fictional character written by Stevenson at the turn of the century .
Kite really needed to sit down with a good strong cup of tea and take stock of what was going on and come back in the morning with a more level head and even hs might give Harry a ring .
He opened the Shed door and stepped outside
It was dark and he found himself in a street which was lit by gas lamps and it was foggy
A horse drawn carriage came flying at him and he quickly stepped back
A man at the top of the carriage with a top hat and cloak on with a whip in his hand and he shouted at Kite
" Er ! What the bleedin `ells your game ?!"
"Oh crap ! " said Kite
He turned straight back round and went back into the Shed
This time he very carefully put in
2001 Hyde
Like every time now , nothing happened
He went outside , he was still in that dark gloomy street and this time he had stood in some horse muck .
"Great"
He scrapped his trainer on the kerb and the last thing he rememebred was a heavy blow on the back of his head .
Kite woke up in a cell
The first thing he did was to feel the back of his head and gently moved it round to the very large lump that gave him the tremendous pain he missed out on while he was unconscious
Next up was his sense of smell and that was horse muck .
"Sarge ! the suspects awake " came a voice from the room beyond .
A very large Policeman came into Kite`s view
He had the uniform of a Victorian Policeman complete with a handle bar moustache
"What`s your name boy ?" he said twiddling the end of his moustache
"Boy ?" replied Kite who was not in the happiest frame of mind body or soul
"I`m 39 years old , and I want to know what the hell is going on and .." he looked around at his new predicament " why am I in this cell "
The sergeant once again twiddled on his moustache and rocked on his heels like all good policemen do and then spoke
" You know damn well boy that there is a curfew on the streets of London after nine o clock "
"London ?!" cried Kite as he didn`t really like London dream or no dream
"Yes ..London and we have the jurisdiction to arrest anyone one who brakes the curfew and is then straight away a suspect of the White Chapel murders "
"Well , I wouldn`t know that as not from London , I bloody hate London ... At any time "
He looked through the bars and saw a poster on the wall
Wanted
"Jack The Ripper"
Or any information on the White Chapel Murders
The Sergeant wasn`t a Sergeant for nothing and he was realizing that this man in the cell was not from the south as his accent was just like all the northern folk at Blackpool spoke when he and his misses spent a week there as it was becoming the Riviera of the North West but without the warm weather and a sun kissed sea
"Your not from round here are you boy ?" he said .
"Give the man a meddle " said Kite
" I have one thank you " said a pleased Sarge pointed at the one on his top pocket who was`nt yet up with the new use of irony and contempt which people in the high classes were calling it Sarcasm
It was given to me by our late Queen Victoria for my services in the Crimean war which I didn`t really have a clue what it was all about , but I got to shoot people which I guess is the whole idea of wars .. And who doesn`t like medals ?"
"So you joined the Police force " said a voice
Kite jumped as he didn`t notice the dark figure in the next cell
"So are you going to let me out then ?"
" We`ll let you out in the morning , there`s a curfew " and the Sarge rubbed his medal with his jacket sleeve and left the room chuckling .
"I`m getting out in the morning " said the voice form the next cell
Kite jumped again
"Sorry , did I scare you ?"
Kite slowly turned round and looked into the next cell and slowly out from the dark appeared a face
"I`m Henry " He said Dr. Henry Jeckyll " and he put his hand through the bars
"Dr Jeckyl ?!" said Kite shaking the Dr`s hand
"You`ve heard of me ? "
" I have ...But your a fict..well your other half is very well known from where I come from !"
"And where do you come from sir ?"
"Hyde said Kite who instantly regretting his reply
"Never heard of the place" replied the Doctor
"Really .. Anyway I think we best get some sleep "
"Goodnight then sir " and with that the Doctors face disappeared back into the dark .
The next morning the Sun broke into the Jail window and woke Kite up with a headache and a lump on his head that so big that he could of sworn it had snow on top and that brought everything back to what happened last night and his heart sunk as he realized that it was`nt a dream .
The man in the next cell was already up and stood at the cell door with his hands behind his back and he smiled at Kite
A policeman came into the prison cells and he was carrying two bowls of porridge
He stared at the Doctor
" Hey Sarge ! ! that man we arrested last night has escaped and been replaced by another man , who is wearing ..his cloths !"
"You must be mistaken man , no one escapes from here !" shouted the Sarge from the other room and he entered the room
"Ah..Your right "
The Sergeant was not going to forget the man they arrested that night as it took three officers to hold the wolf like man down as he had the strength of a mountain bear
After lots of head scratching and jail door shaking and bar window checking the two men were let out of there cells and given there wallets and Kites I Pod back the two men walked free from the White Chapel police station
" Well sir " Said the Doctor I`ll be on my way and if I were you I`d get that lump on your head seen too when you get home as I think it now has a flag planted on the top of it "
"Erm..I`m not from round here and I need to find a Shed "
" Oh , yes, your from Hyde and you need to find a Shed , did you say " said the Doc
"It`s a long story " And that was the last thing Kite said as he fainted
Kite woke up and found himself on a leather sofa and in a very victorian Study
He felt the top of his head and he felt a bandage
He lifted himself of the sofa and he made his way to window and he looked out just as a horse and carriage flew past and then it revealed across the road
The Shed .
"Your awake ! " the Doctor came into the room
"You gave me quite a scare this morning , I got a carriage and I have brought you to my home and I fixed your lump ..After all I`m a Doctor "
" Dr Jekyll " said Kite still staring at the Shed
" That`s right no memory lose then , would you like a cup of tea ?"
"Yes please , I love one , who didn`t like to go more than a few hours without his beloved tea or even a drink "
" Splendid "
"The Doctor picked up a little bell from the table and shook it
" Albert ! " he shouted .