Doctor Jekyll; to relearn humanity.

Collateral damage? All intended. The consequences?... Not so much.

The doctor clocked out right on schedule, taking a hasty trip back home.
He took some shortcuts, getting back in less time than usual. He stormed into the house, making his way over to the home office. He swung the door open to a familiar sight.
The floor was cleared of anything that could have even hinted back to that night. The blood and silver shards were cleaned up and swept out of the room. Everything else relating to it being either replaced: the new mirror being fixed to the wall instead of hanging from rope; or hidden: a few bottles stashed in the desk drawers, along with the recipe.
Picking one out at random, the doctor drank about half the vial, not even changing out of his work clothes.

His transformation was a lot shorter than at first, only taking about half a minute. It didn't make it any less painful as he curled in on himself, falling onto the floor.
The slurred speech from the little man's pained vocals coughed up what he couldn't choke down, "uuugh... oohf COURSHE!" he managed a snarl. "She's gon.. gonnmbe the deafth oohff me."
Grabbing at the desk to help him stand back up, a fleeting moment punctuated by the world growing around him. It was never not disorienting, but it was always invigorating in the hours afterwards, he just needed time to get used to the body again. Readjusting the clothing he wore, he snuck into something a little more snug. Before leaving, he made sure to grab a coat, as he learned the hard way how cold it can get in the later hours.
The mister made his way outside, with a new record being before the sun set.

The early London evening was setting in as clouds bubbled overhead, it would probably rain sometime soon. You could smell the earth getting ready for the weather, it was pleasing, but not enough to fix Hyde's mood.
He wanted to punch something, to break something to get all the anger out in one blow. It was something he would never have done as the doctor; being violent with patients would be seen as something almost criminal. He would be feared even more than he used to be. But Mrs. Morris was being a pain in the arse more often than usual, and either sooner or later Dr. Jekyll would have to tell her off.
This wouldn't be fixed in the long term if he just punched something, but he couldn't say anything today, he needed to calm down first.

Lucky for him, who should he hear skipping around the corner but a familiar child's voice. It was humming something, and he was sure to know the face. Mrs. Morris's daughter, was it? She was close enough to her mother that it wouldn't be too much of a hassle to smack her upside the head now, would it? She was skipping just around the corner, getting closer and closer.
The plan wasn't set in stone, he could just walk past her, but when he saw her face -the moment he saw her face- he grew enraged. All he saw was Mrs. Morris, that esteemed bitch in all her glory.
That was when it was acted upon.

He trampled over the little girl, pushing her to the ground and stomping on her chest. It left the little one winded. She didn't deserve it, she barely even knew what was happening, but it felt nice getting the aggression out. He almost felt sad for her, but now at least he wouldn't do it again and face the consequences where they would matter. He continued on, letting the event drift away from his mind as he walked.
Not everyone was keen on forgetting what just happened.
There was commotion behind him, voices he didn't bother trying to understand. That was until one was right up behind him. A hand gripping his shoulder, spinning him around to face a very angry gentleman before him. He would be recurring, don't worry.
"What in god's name is wrong with you?!" His form was difficult to see as the sun was still setting, facing away from the sun covering his face in shadow.
Mr. Hyde only shrugged with a shallow grin. "wha-Whatever do you mean?" it sounded sarcastic, which only ticked off the man in front of him more.

"You shoved a child to the ground!" he shook Mr. Hyde around, before stopping and turning back to the child on the ground. He kept a solid grip on the shaken man in front of him, "Oh... that." Edward spat out as he tried to wriggle out of the man's grip.
"Is that all you have to say? Is this some sort of joke to you?" The man was close to throwing him to the ground if he said anything, but he kept to himself. And I mean, yeah, it was a little, but it's not like he would say it.
The man confusedly fiddled with the jacket Mr. Hyde wore, before he slowly faced the child. It made it easier to see the man's completion.
Slick brown hair in need of a haircut, and moustache game on point. Shorter than Jekyll, taller than Hyde. He looked to be in his mid-to-late twenties, having the face of someone with a lot to live for. In the way he almost ran to her side to try and help, you could tell he didn't like seeing people hurt. He kept his wits and held on tightly to Mr. Hyde, the perpetrator, all too keen on wriggling out and walking away.