It was a late night in october and I had drank the potion that releases man from the chains of society. A potion that could cross man's great divide between good and evil. I grabbed my cane and dressed for a midnight stroll, all under the facade of Mr .Hyde. Finally, I was free! No longer bound by the society that labeled me as the respectable doctor, I was free from my own reputation. I could do anything! Alas, these stares upon my face are quite discomforting. If only they knew who I really was, then they would look upon me with respect! I had decided to take a stroll down the dark streets of London. My transformation made me completely unidentifiable.The cobblestone path that paved the streets made the night much more ominous. As I walked …show more content…
His wispy white hair blew against my chin. He said “Pardon me, good sir, I apologize for my clumsiness.” he then proceeded to inquire why I was out of breath. He dressed very eloquently but I suspected he was a government official. I decided to inquire about his name “I’m dreadfully sorry buy what was your name again?” in which he responded “I am Mr.Carew, if I may. What is your name?” Out of habit I said Dr. Jekyll. I panicked. What were I to do? If I let him go he could ruin my name for ever! No worry, he was not important. His hat then tipped up to reveal a weathered face that had seen hell and back. A face filled with dissatisfaction almost as if he knew I was up to no good. I began to suspect him as a government official. If anyone found out I …show more content…
My reputation would be ruined, all of my lifes work, Gone!This caused a great surge of indignation to come over me. My alternate identity had taken over, and my body had crossed the gap from good to evil. Blinded by rage I began to scream, “How dare you touch me, you are nothing but filth!” I swung my cane at the old hag. Again and again I swung my cane, and lower his body went. Each blow spewed more and more blood against my shirt. His head bludgeoned he slowly collapsed to the cold dirty sidewalk. Such excitement! I had never done such a thing! I was free from this judgment and know one would ever know! Excited, I began to stomp on him, For no particular reason I felt the urge to belittle those who would dare get in my way. The sound of my feet crushing his interior felt amazing! I felt such exhilaration I felt free! The crunch of his bones snapping under my boot was as comforting as the soothing sound of the orchestra. This is what life is! My mind could be free, my actions untraced, I was immune! But suddenly I heard a scream, a crash and I looked behind me. I saw a lady wearing a white apron. She was young and seemed to be the houses housekeep. Her hands were