Doctor Jekyll; to relearn humanity.

Chapter 8: 'Hyde'y hole

It has almost become a routine by now.

Jekyll would let Hyde loose after a stressful day, and who would show up not too long after? Mr. Utterson and Mr. Enfield. Like paparazzi.
Often they would give chase, running after the self described 'act of rebellion against god' himself. Through alleyways, atop roofs, even under bridges, no place could be a place to get out of sight from those too nosy for their own good. Every attempt left the two lost in London, but it didn't stop them.
It would be annoying if it wasn't exhilarating: being able to slink and slide into places to get away was a lot more fun than he first thought. It did get to a point where it was a little much, though. Every time they saw each other (if they weren't talking with someone else) the two gave chase. Night or day, rain or shine.

Something needed to change, and it happened on a whim with an apartment renting.
It was in a quieter part of town, nearing the early evening part of the night. There were cracks in the stones, each step crumbling them more. You could almost taste the hard liquor being poured in the bar just down the road, the sound of drunken chants from those with nothing to lose ringing throughout the street. Street lamps flickering as the flames tried to keep lit, casting long shadows on a certain figure walking just underneath this evening. The buildings in this part of the city were covered in dirt and grime, windows picked apart leaving shards to crumble to the ground. It was the underbelly of the city, the front streets were only a veneer to cover up the poorer people from the eyes of the upper classes and rich foreigners.
Soho being the neighbourhood's name, and it was perfect.

Mr. Hyde was taking a stroll around in clothes still a few sizes too big for him, it was a comfort if you will. Peasant clothes covered by a wrinkled gentleman's coat. A supposed poor man owning accessories like that wasn't something you would see regularly. He was confusing to try and understand, and it was his intent.
Passing by apartment building after apartment building, pubs after shops, alleyways after literal dumpster fires, he eventually found something that caught his eye. It was an apartment building like every other: moderately dishevelled, a window on the ground floor covered up by bricks, it looked to be almost abandoned if not for a candle being lit inside. From the looks of it, there was someone cleaning up inside, still on the job.
The entire process of getting an apartment rented out was a lot easier now that he remembered to bring his chequebook.
After getting the key, Eddy made his way up to the apartment. The room was small, a single bed and closet were the only stand out markers of the otherwise barren space. Yes, it was an impulse purchase... but it could make a good hiding spot.
There was a lot of walking too and from the apartment and Doctor Jekyll's house. The idea to bring half of the batch to the apartment was a little more thought out than the act of buying it. Sure, he garnered the attention of some people who were too nosey for their own good, and almost ran into the cousins again, but the little operation went off without too many issues beside those. He couldn't just leave the bottles on the ground, but he didn't want to go out and buy something else as he had spent enough money already.
He could go back and grab a container from his house, but he could run into the cousins again and he'd rather not risk it. With nothing to do, but too afraid to leave as of now, Eddy approached the bed. Bouncing a bit on the sheets, he looked to the floor, littered with the vials of 'HJ7', no place to put them.
For now?
He just fell back on the mattress, running a hand across his face.

Today he just needs a breather...