Marlin Pescitator
The diabolical apparatus by which the transformation is effected.
Wednesday 9th November 2011, 10.30pm
It is ten thirty — the witching hour. As others drift into the emptiness of sleep, a new consciousness awakens through the mystery of science. This very night, I will ignite the secret spark of life from no more than insensate meat.
I prepare a favourite supper - lunch tongue and salad cream - but I am too agitated to eat even this. I must commence with my work!
I remove the subject from cryogenic storage and place it on the operating table. With the care and gentleness of a mother, I attach the electrodes. Is it wrong to fall in love with an idea? With a possibility? No, it is not wrong. It is inevitable!
I clasp the lightning rod, and begin the long climb to the attic hatch. Outside, I can hear the storm electrify.
From the pages of the Wibberthoe Examiner
Violent storms hit Heldringhoe. One injured.
Ambulance and fire crews were called to the outskirts of Heldringhoe yesterday evening after reports of a man alight on a rooftop. He brandished a makeshift metal pole, which was later discovered to be constructed entirely from empty packets of Chipsticks. The man refused to relinquish the device despite being in some considerable pain; however, due to the prompt efforts of neighbours and emergency services, the man escaped with only minor burns to his hands and groin.
The man, identified as Marlin Pescitator, 49, an unemployed travel agent, was questioned by police after emergency teams entered the residence to discover the frozen corpse of a badger hot-wired to a Scalextric dynamo using pound shop hair clips. The badger appeared to be wearing lipstick and eyeshadow. Many bags of mail order cosmetics were discovered in the attic of the property alongside bold and disturbing mood boards. Mr Pescitator was later released without charge.
Monday 9th November 2009, 11.45pm
It is a kind of ritual. I begin by taking a late supper of crabsticks and red jelly. It focuses the mind. The next hour I spend ironing the creases from my cravat until it is as flat as a razorblade. This is the second part of the ritual. I unlock the chemicals from the cabinet and begin the distillation. It is many hours before the preparation is complete.
I drink the draught and assume the Hyde persona. The night opens out before me, starless and unfathomable. I buckle my cape against the biting cold and walk abroad.
From the pages of the Wibberthoe Examiner
Unexplained disturbance baffles local residents
Police officers were called to the Devil's Boneyard in the early hours of Tuesday morning after reports from residents of a man exhibiting wild and disturbing behaviour. Naked, apart from a cravat and cape, and carrying a carrier bag of crabsticks and jelly, the man paraded around the frontage displaying a variety of erratic gestures.
Police attempts to apprehend him were thwarted when the man climbed onto the gravel roof of a nearby pharmacy and began to snarl. Waving his cape repeatedly, he warned officers that he was in possession of supernatural strength and should not be confronted.
The man, later identified as Marlin Pescitator, 47, an unemployed travel agent from Heldringhoe, was arrested shortly afterwards during a struggle in which he sustained severe grazing to his chest and genitals.
When questioned, Mr. Pescitator denied being intoxicated and stated that he was not in control of his demonic energy.
A search of his residence revealed the broken remains of a Mipco Laboratories 'Young Enquirer' Deluxe Chemistry Set, half a bag of dishwasher salt and three empty bottles of Tizer.
Mr. Pescitator was eventually charged with public indecency, disturbing the peace and using a false identity.