Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde

Jekyll saw the grey Earth pony outside the extravagant Canterlot hospital and was surprised to see him with very little marks of his injury apart from a small bandage that was wrapped around the aristocrat’s head. Jekyll carefully walked up to Grima slowly, worried about what Grima had to say, as he got close to Grima he opened his mouth to speak but Grima lifted up and hoof and shook his head slowly, making Jekyll feel quite intimidated. After about a minute of silence Grima spoke.

“It has come to my attention that you have continued to court that peasant musician Octavia, despite my many warnings for you to cease with your foolish antics.”

“But Grima I love he-“

“NO YOU DON’T JEKYLL! You love the pleasure she gives you, the blasphemous sensations of the flesh that only she is willing to give to you, which you disguise with the righteous purpose of love. You have given me no choice but to have me tell the foul stories of your affairs to the press. Just as soon as I deal with that assailant who took me to this foul place.”

Jekyll was close to growling, prepared to strike this pony down himself but when he heard the word assailant he stopped in his track unable to strike, chained by curiosity.

“Assailant, you mean the man who took you to hospital?”

“Yes of course I do you fool! That monstrous Mr Clyde, my contacts in Ponyville tell me a stallion matching the very description I gave them had recently bought a house in Ponyville under the name Mr Clyde, as soon as I have personally taken this pony to justice I will deal with you and that brat Octavia!”

Jekyll did not get angry, nor beg or cry, in fact he had to fight himself from grinning, the Hyde in him that had previously been neglected was flooding his mind with thoughts with evil ideas and schemes until one of them really did seduce Jekyll, it was perfect and would even stop Grima’s plan to ruin him, Jekyll smiled briefly.

“Well I wish you good luck Grima.” He said gratefully as he trotted away. Grima looked puzzled and unsatisfied, confused why Jekyll was so happy with his own downfall and annoyed that Jekyll had not begged him, allowing him to squeeze more power from the doctor without the stress nor gamble of overthrowing him using the press.

Jekyll quickly galloped to his house he opened the door to find that neither Octavia or Poole where there, presumably at the same place, Jekyll quickly ran upstairs collecting his things, putting all of Hyde’s clothes in a small bag before quickly making another batch of the wretched potion, as he collected the items he quickly wrote a note telling his companions that Grima had said nothing and was only checking with Jekyll over business, he told them that he was going Ponyville to buy a present for the two for their loyalty, he placed the letter on his bed before going out into Canterlot again, prepared to catch the first train to Ponyville.

Jekyll bought a normal ticket to avoid all chances of running into Grima, as he climbed into the normal carriage he saw Grima out of the corner of his eye, he saw that he was carrying a bag as well, presumably with a weapon to defend himself if Hyde tried to overpower him. Jekyll as he climbed in looked in his bag, where the cane Octavia had given him rested carefully inside. Jekyll rested carefully on the train, preparing himself for what he was about to do, he was told by a ticket pony that the train would arrive in Ponyville at about 9pm, the perfect night setting.

When they finally arrived at the stop Jekyll yet again took carefully consideration into staying far away from Grima, taking a completely different carriage as he did as well. Jekyll grinned, his mind now almost purely Hyde as he prepared to end Grima’s control of him.

When they finally reached Ponyville Jekyll quickly ran to the nearest toilet which was luckily very close, as he stood in the toilet he quickly drank the potion and winced as the slightly painful transformation into Hyde began, his Jekyll clothes slipped off him as he transformed aloowing him to quickly take them off, stuff them in the bag and place the smaller Hyde clothes on, he was now ready for anything. He held the cane in his hoof in the same way Octavia held her bow and carefully left the toilet, making sure no one saw him and headed straight for the town.

Despite the recent entrance of travellers the town was surpinsgly empty, virtually everyone indoors at this time, Hyde grinned as he now saw Grima strutting around the streets as if he owned the place, Hyde carefully followed him, and like a leopard silently stalked his prey. Soon Hyde went into the town centre, just outside the town hall, there was no one around and Hyde could not wait any longer, he rushed at the grey pony and slapped him hard across the head with the cane, making ihm collapse again, this time he did not fall unconscious and instead he lay on his back staring at his attacker.

“Mr Clyde….stop this now! You will be arrested for this do you hear me?”

Hyde grinned as he kicked Grima hard with his hoof, enjoying making his enemy squirm.

“You thought you could own me Grima, thought you could make me your bitch, then you try and ruin me….You are mine now Grima….mine!”

Grima looked horrified as he looked into his attackers eyes, he looked past the greyness, helped by what his attacker had just said and saw just a pinch of its original colour, and saw the original soul of the body, tortured and corrupted by the potion and soon he gasped horrified.

“Jekyll…..but…..” Hyde had had enough, he raised the cane again and hit him, and with apelike strength and fury hit him again and again, panting as he did so almost laughing at the pain he gave to the victim, there was the horrific sound of breaking bones and mangled limbs, after thirty seconds of the attack, Grima closed his eyes and his mouth dribbled blood. He was dead. Hyde continued to beat him with the stick, not content with just that, he continued to hit him until the cane itself snapped, when the blood lust was finally over Hyde looked at the body, panting as he looked at his work and the Jekyll inside him screamed. Hyde’s voice was replaced by Jekyll’s.

“What….What have I done…….”

But it was too late, Grima was long dead, Jekyll could feel his body changing and his tight clothes ripping, he now galloped away from the scene as fast as he could, his bloody, ripped clothes falling behind him. The only intact piece of clothing left was the hat, which fell off Jekyll as he ran, rolling right next to the mangled victim and next to the now broken cane. It would not be till morning till someone found the body.