IrritationIrritationIrritation6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Edward Hyde was irritated.
He walked briskly along the street in his anger, barely looking where he was going.
He could feel Jekylls growing displeasure with his actions.
Hyde grit his teeth angrily. If Jekyll didnt want him to act the way he did, why did he make him?
He knew why Jekyll was angry with him. Jekyll had no control over Hydes personality nor could he have predicted it. That fact that he couldnt control Hyde at all scared him. His conscience was interfering with him enjoying the freedom of being Hyde.
Hyde could understand that.
He just wanted to seethe, to direct his anger at someone.
Something had been bothering him of late.
His existence was not a natural occurrence. He was born of test tubes and beakers, the physical embodiment of the hidden qualities of Henry Jekyll.
Regardless, he looked like any other human being, despite an admittedly small stature. But, for some reason, when people looked at him, they were immediately