Hyde

Westley Chow
April 30, 2009

Hyde
“Why did you have to go and do that? Why?” Deep from the inside, he speaks, “Why shouldn’t I have trampled over that little girl back there in the street? She was staring at me the entire time I was walking up the block. Either get out of my way or face the consequences. There’s nothing wrong with what I did, it was HER fault. I’ll do it again too if you keep resisting me.”
I can’t believe what I’ve become: a cruel, remorseless, evil demon hidden within the confines of this body. What will happen if people find out about you? They’ll throw us in prison or into a cage and hold us captive at the Asylum. I need to stay away from everyone before you cause any more trouble. The chambers, we’ll go down there till you calm down a bit and go to sleep. “You know as well as I do that it feels so good to let me out and claim what is mine! You’ve been stepped on your entire life, and I’ll take back what’s yours. What’s OURS! You’ve become a feeble weakling, walking in the shadows of others. You even crumble at the feet of your fiancée’s father. Maybe we should find him tonight and take care of the situation…” “No, Stop! You can’t! That’s wrong! Please get out of my head. You’re sick!”
Zealously walking back to the loft in Soho, I can feel his force inside me. He is mysterious, lusting, and violent in nature. I must keep him a secret from others at all costs, even though day by day, I can feel him growing in power deep within me.


Dear Dr. Hastie Lanyon,
Every day I wake up in fear, fear that has haunted me all my life. Even as a child, I heard his voice in the inner recesses of my mind. Always clawing at me incessantly, trying to convince me to do things that I don’t want to do, violent things: choking and bashing the bully in grade school, pillaging the town, abusing women, all so violent. Yesterday he made me trample over a little girl in the street without hesitation. He’s growing stronger inside me and I can’t control what he makes me do. The only way I know how to deal with him is to just embrace him. He calls himself Edward, Edward Hyde.
I’m writing this letter because you as a friend and doctor can understand when I say I don’t know what will happen next. My life began to go awry when I reached the pinnacle of my research. I’ve created a solution to stimulate the release of testosterone in humans. When taken, physical attributes such as speed, strength, power, muscular hypertrophy, aerobic and anaerobic capacity are all multiplied two maybe even threefold. There has never been research on this type of synthetic androgen, so therefore I am the very first test subject. I fear that I may be overdosing on the formula and suffering from the side effects. Consuming the solution brings about a deep ferocious devouring rage. It brings him out. Still, I must move into the next phase of research. I presume that injecting the formula will have a faster absorption rate and stronger effect than consuming it.
I may not come back from this one. If you receive this letter, presume that I am dead and that Hyde has taken over. Do not take the formula.
Your Friend,
Dr. Henry Jekyll