Chapter 1: Revenge

Jekyll slammed the door to his laboratory with his golden magic and angrily trotted over to the table which sat a drawer. This drawer contained a bottle of his mixed green potion, his journal in which he kept progress of his attempts at his experiment, and a copper-tin full of a white salt. He levitated the drawer and shoved it harshly into the bottom space in the dresser.

"I can't believe you could do something like this", Jekyll mumbled under his breath as he continued to angrily trot toward the brown stallion who lay warming himself by the fire. Jekyll stopped in front of Hyde who, with head on his hooves and eyes closed, was immensely enjoying the warmth the fire provided. He abruptly noticed that a dark shadow was in his way and annoyed, glared up at the pony who interrupted his moment of bliss.

"You're blocking my warmth. Could you possibly move one foot to your right?" Hyde lazily directed his hoof in the direction he wanted his counterpart to move but Jekyll didn't budge.

"No, we need to talk about this." Jekyll used his magic to make the daily newspaper, The London Equestrian, appear before Hyde's eyes. Jekyll used his hoof to point to the story on the front cover.

"Sir Canters mulled to death in SoHo - Sir. Canters was gruesomely murdered last night in SoHo. A maid mare informed the police that Mr. Hyde, a stallion who trampled a servant filly a year ago, approached Sir. Canters who politely enquired the way to the post office. Mr. Hyde, suddenly in a rage, raised his cane and struck Sir Canters with his cane thirty times. The maid sobbed as she told police, "I turned away from the window after the fourth blow. There was so much blood around him it seemed to be floating in it. I can still hear the gentlepony's cries and the sickening sound of bones breaking even now." Half of a cane had rolled near the gutters, the other half was supposedly taken. An envelope was all that was stolen. If you have any leads as to the whereabouts of Mr. Hyde please inform one the many officers at the police station."

After he had finished reading the newspaper article Hyde looked up unconcerned. "They haven't found me yet so what are you so worried about?"

"That everyone knows your name." Jekyll made the London Equestrian disappear and continued to glare at Hyde.

Hyde yawned and stretched like a cat. "I happen to be I'm proud of it." Hyde trotted to the same table that Jekyll's potion drawer occupied a short time before and pulled the silver tea tray that was in the middle of the table toward himself.

Jekyll trotted until he was next to Hyde. "But you prance around going 'Look at me I'm Mr. Hyde and everyone should treat me like a god.'" Jekyll stamped his hoof down on the table accentuating his last word and causing everything on the tea tray to vibrate.

Hyde looked to Jekyll as he still continued to glare at Hyde, "I don't say that," Hyde argued defending himself.

"You act like it."

Hyde turned back to the tea tray. He tried to pour himself a cup of tea but he found the teapot was empty. With a sigh, he put the teapot back on the tray and lifted Jekyll's cup with both hooves. He raised one eyebrow and turned to Jekyll asking permission. Jekyll nodded and he drank the tea in one gulp.

"No, I don't"

Hyde gagged as he quickly realized the tea he just drank was Earl Gray and ice cold. He put the tea cup back on the tea tray.

"How long was this here?" Hyde gestured to the teacup.

"That's not important right now."

"I hate Earl Grey tea. Don't you drink anything else?"

"Hyde."

Jekyll yelled his name but Hyde walked away from him toward the fireplace.

Jekyll stamped his hoof. He could take no more of Hyde's ignorance. He took a charging stance, lowered his horn and focused all his hatred on the pony with the long, light brown mane on the other side of the room. It took considerable effort to summon enough magic but he succeeded and cast a golden ray of magic at his unsuspecting counterpart.

Hyde, who had just reached the rug in front of the fireplace, noticed a warmth radiating from the other side of the room. He turned his head just in time to see a golden burst of magic coming towards him. He had quick reflexes as he immediately began to fly to avoid the collision. Everything seemed to happen in slow motion as he felt the impact on his flank. Before he knew it he was flung backward at a fast speed. He felt himself collide with the wall and black out for a couple moments. He shook his head to clear the spots from his eyes and looked at himself to see if anything was broken. His body looked fine except for the tender spot on his right flank. He stood up from laying on his side and he immediately felt dizzy and waited a couple moments until the world stopped spinning. He walked around and found he had no broken bones in any of his legs and he had instinctively folded his wings a split second before he collided with the wall, so his wings opened with ease. He wondered if he could still fly and began flapping his wings until he was hovering two feet above the ground until suddenly, he felt something grab his tail and yank him forcefully to the ground. Then, as he lay there sprawled on his stomach, trying to regain a sense of balance, something pulled his forelegs and blacklegs together and hoofcufed both. As he glared at the hoofcuffs surrounding his front hooves, he noticed a golden aura around them.

"Jekyll?" Hyde asked, his voice wavering, his green eyes frantically searching for his other half's brightly golden coat.

"Jekyll, what's going on?" Hyde yelled, terrified. Henry Jekyll would never do a thing like this. He's become furious before but he never tried to physically harm him in any way.

"Teaching you a lesson." said the familiar voice of Henry Jekyll from behind him. Hyde let go of the breath he had been holding and tried to look behind him but he found he was paralyzed from the base of his neck to his tail in the same golden magic.

"What have I done wrong?" Hyde said as he followed the stallion with the combed, short, brown, mane with his eyes as Jekyll walked and finally sat in front of him.

"You murdered Sir Danvers." Jekyll glared down at Hyde with his brown eyes.

"Like I said before they haven't got a lead yet." Hyde glared back up.

"And that is supposed to make me feel better? They're going to find both of us sooner or later and put us both in jail."

"And that's somehow my fault?"

"Yes, don't you understand anything? My career and my name will be tainted because of your actions last night."

"Why should I care about your reputation?"

"You shouldn't. You should care about your own."

Hyde only glared at Jekyll again.

"Since you have no remorse for your actions, I shall be the one to teach it to you."

Jekyll released his magic on Hyde's body except for his hoofcuffs. He walked around his counterpart until he was behind him. Then he put one hoof on either side of him adjacent to each of his folded wings.

"Open your wings."

"What?"

Jekyll put both hooves in between Hyde's shoulder blades and slowly pushed his weight onto them, causing Hyde to cry out.

"I said, open your wings."

Hyde complied with Jekyll's request, not wanting to cause any more harm to himself. Once Jekyll's hooves left his shoulder blades and went again on either side of Hyde's body, a golden aura of magic enveloped his wings and entire body, keeping him paralyzed again. He felt a tug and an aching pain began in his left wing. He began to beg with Jekyll to stop whatever he was doing and let him go but Jekyll continued despite his pleas, as he felt the aching continue onto the other wing. Jekyll was picking his feathers off like they were petals on a daisy, Hyde finally gave up and silently let his tears fall as he waited for it to be over.

Jekyll lay down by the fire to sleep a short time later and let his counterpart go into a deep dreamless sleep