JH 4

Author's Note:
I really wasn't very pleased with the ending of Jekyll and Hyde so I decided to make it my own and add a few twists. The ending should have left readers hanging..I tried to do that in my version. Enjoy! Comments are appreciated!

-Abbey

            Hyde escaped into the midnight. His clothes oversized clothes fell off his wretched body. No soul would dare to enjoy his company. His short stature, his deformed face and his hairy hands were not appealing; even to a blind eye. Edward Hyde had become a rabid beast. His sanity no longer existed. Stewing in his thoughts was the pleasure of diminishing the existence of Jekyll. He looked him in the eye and felt the doctor’s last breath drain out from his body. Serenity rushed throughout Hyde as Jekyll lay in his arms. Over powering confidence and satisfaction he had craved was finally there. All the moments he had wished to obliterate Jekyll, all came to an end. Lifeless and useless, there the corpse remained. The horror of the murder had not sunk in until Hyde awoke in a panic. Jekyll crept into the mind of Hyde whispering, “Who’s to hide behind now…Who’s to hide behind now...”.  The quiet panging of Jekyll’s voice froze him to the core. Searing, tight, maddened, hands began to wrap around Hyde’s neck. Frantically he grasped the hands like a child, and acquired the nauseating reality that the hands belonged to Jekyll. He had only been dreaming. There Hyde sat at the last street in London. Looking over his shoulder each and every monstrosity he had ever done, came back to memory. Little flutters of his life danced throughout his mind. Hyde once more took of running through what now was the mid morning. Exhaustion began to engulf his corpulent body. Hyde felt the sudden urge to return the only place he could truly remember. He arrived at a house with no windows or doors. Hyde reached into his hair and drew from it a key. Only one other individual had laid eyes on it. A rustle of leaves left Hyde sincerely worried. There little Hyde stood.