Chester heard the sounds right away, glancing towards the door and pulling the others close as he feared the worst was to come. Had the feral handymen been released? Were they coming after..Him?
Penny caught onto the screams too and looked in the direction it was coming from, for once her face devoid of emotion, just sitting and waiting for what would come, rain trickling down her body.
* The last of the Founders Handymen huddled scared in the shadows. Of several dozen, only a paltry handful remained. Only ones who knew their place where still alive. The others that had tried to tear Rishy apart where lying in bleeding heaps all over the theatre.
The Handyman regarded the bleeding bodies as one would care about a dead rat in the sewers. He limped to the edge, kicking aside a Handy that was still clinging to life. The blow shattered the rest of his heart case, puncturing his heart. The Handyman died bleeding buckets of oily blood on the ground.
Rishy would have mourned. But not this one. This….Hyde, for lack of a better term. What was just a mental shift seemed to change his appearance slightly.
He looked like Rishy, but….apish. Hunched slightly. Almost bigger without actually being bigger.
He could feel his strength begin to return, and he snorted, barely caring about the rain cascading on him, ruining his already fetid clothes.
His face seemed to gray out a bit as feathers seemed to flash and grow. Ravens. Flocks of them.
They appeared seemingly out of nowhere, and without a single word, flew into the night towards Finkton.
Surveillance. He needed to watch Chester. To plan his moves carefully. Despite his word, his promise to his other self, he wasn’t planning at holding his end of the bargain.
Not when he was the more powerful of the two halves.
As he watched the ravens leave, he snickered to himself.*
" Jekyll hides. Hyde seeks. But if Rishy hides, who do I seek? He’s my Jekyll, but I’m the Hyde.
I’ll be needing a name of my own now. Since this city will finally be mine.”