To whom it may concern,
It was October, I don't recall the date, when I killed Danvers Carew. I was advancing down a lane, close to midnight, when I saw him. I remember, I had that cane with me, the one the lawyer, Mr. Utterson had given Dr. Jekyll as a gift. It was a beautiful cane, heavy and made of tough, solid wood.
As Carew drew closer to me, I saw a flash of hatred dance across his eyes. It was a familiar expression for me, for I saw it often, on the faces of people. Everyone, young, old and otherwise, were disgusted by the mere sight of me and he was no exception. But he was polite sort of man, and bowed his head slightly to me, acknowledging my presence. This was almost worse than the normal response of men, for I could see it was taking all of his resolve to not look away in disgust.
I looked down at the cane in my palm, and thought what a fine weapon it would make. How easily I could crack his skull, beat that look a disgust out of him. He stopped as he was passing and in what must have been his most polite voice, asked the way back into town. The moonlight shone brilliantly on his face, and in an instant I could see his beauty, and that made me hate him even more. I looked straight at him, and smiled viciously, baring my teeth. The old man looking uncertain, and that gave me great pleasure. I pondered on the cane a second longer, and stamping my foot in anger, I swung it at the man. He leapt back, aghast, but I had made up my mind, and I was not going to stop now. I rained down blow after blow, savouring the sound of his bones shattering. His body moved with the intensity of my attack, but I did not stop. I did not stop 'til he was beyond recognition. At that point, the cane had broken, one half rolling into the gutter, but my mind was so clouded with rage that I did not care.
I stood, breathing heavily, staring down at the mangled body. I must have stayed like that for more than ten minutes before I came to my senses. I scoured the area, but it seemed no one had witnessed my attack (I, of course did not consider that someone may have been watching from one of the houses). Gripping the remaining part of the cane, I left the scene. I ran and ran, and did not stop 'til I got to my door. I quickly entered, and locked it. I ignored every visitor that came in the next week, and only ventured out when it was absolutely necessary.
I am not proud of what I did, but I am nothing if not honest. I am not sorry that I did what I did. I am unsure if I am even capable of guilt or if I even have a conscience. It hardly matters now, though. I will be gone soon, and everyone will grateful, for I am a stain on society, an abhorrent creature and not one person will mourn me.
Signed,
Mr. E. Hyde.