Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde

Hyde walked through the dark streets of Canterlot, he grinned loving the feeling, no ponies asking him questions, no Grima demanding him what to do, and no worry of embarrassing himself, and he was totally incognito. The small pony trotted along the streets of Canterlot and noticed some late ponies returning home; when they say him coming they gasped and avoided him like the plague as they backed away from him in fear. Hyde grinned as they avoided him, he enjoyed the power as he grinned evilly at a foal and his mother making the foal burst into tears. He trotted on, each evil deed making him feel stronger.

As went on his way he saw the grey from of a familiar pony and Hyde grinned evilly.

“Why hello Grima.” He said smirking. Grima turned around slowly to address the harsh voice talking to him.

“What in the…” Before he could finish Hyde delivered a sharp, strong kick to Grima’s face sending him flying to the ground. Hyde grinned over the bleeding unconscious Grima.

“Take that you bloody bastard!” He then trotted off, pleased with his heinous act. Even the voice of Jekyll in the back of his head was singing praises of being able to punish that oaf Grima. After about three more minutes of walking he finally saw the Mews house of Octavia he slowly approached the door and breathed in and knocked loudly on the door, hoping that she would be up at this time. There was a groaned response from Octavia.

“Coming!” Hyde could just hear from inside the house he breathed in slowly prepping himself for Octavia, he looked at the glass window of the door and was shocked, he saw himself and was…..disgusted, he had a few drops of blood on his clothes from assaulting Grima and his evil face was….awful. He paused, if Octavia saw him like this she would slam the door in his face, what if she realised it was Jekyll, and she would flee from him and cast him out like a beggar. He closed his eyes and sighed, galloping away before Octavia could answer.

Octavia opened the door slowly, smiling believing she was going to see Jekyll but when she saw nothing but darkness she sighed and slowly retracted, she had overheard the conversation he had had with Grima when she was going to another ball room to practise, when she finally saw that Jekyll had admitted defeat, a tear went down her cheek as she slowly closed the door.

Hyde returned home in defeat, while Octavia returned to bed, sobbing.