The One Battle that Mister Edward Hyde Couldn't Survive

Doctor Henry Jekyll had been awaiting this precious moment for years- the day he was to finally send all his doubts and demons on their way. He had finally formulated a new concoction that he was certain would separate the good from the evil within him- though, of course, he worried a bit about Emma (who doesn't exist, of course.) If this killed him, she would be sad, and all alone in the world.

A moment after injecting this terrible substance, Jekyll experienced overpowering pain and nausea that made him feel as though he were, quite literally, going out of his mind. And he was, in a sense. For when he next looked into the mirror, the thin, pale, ghastly face of Mister Edward Hyde was staring back at him through dark, calculating eyes. He suddenly felt a fiery, consuming surge of anger, and lusting for some inexplicable force of freedom.

Compelled by this urge, he began to sing in a thunderous voice to the empty operating theatre, as tended to happen to him and Doctor Jekyll.

"Ooooooooaaaaah!" he sang furiously, running around the empty room in his giant Jekyll-sized suit (having shrunk so much in his transformation.)

"What is this feeling of power and drive

I've never known?

I feel alive!

Where does this

Feeling of power derive

Making me know why I'm alive?

Like the night it's a secret,

Sinister dark and unknown!

I do not know what I seek

Yet I'll seek it alone!

I have a thirst that I cannot deprive

Never have I felt so alive!

There is no battle I couldn't survive

Feeling like this, feeling a- whoa!"

As he was running around the theatre, Hyde didn't notice the steep set of stone steps creeping up behind him. He fell backwards down them and hit his head at the bottom, instantly killing him through the combination of his cracked skull and his neck breaking, cutting through his trachea.

So ended the 42-second legacy of Mister Edward Hyde. In Stevenson's novella, he was a perverted mass murderer hell-bent on killing anyone who made him angry... and some who didn't. In our version, he was killed by a staircase.


A/N: How random was that?! It was pretty much something we came up with while riding home from school yesterday. Go figure. Sorry if you were actually looking for substance! Please review! I know it's incredibly short, and with no climax to speak of, but... I told you where we made it up!