Libby turned and as if she had been stabbed through the heart, it stopped beating. There, standing over her was Edward Hyde. His eyes glowing. The evening sunset casting his shadow long and disformed. He smiled that twisted, yet alluring smile. Libby backed up to the edge of the balcony where the cold stone touched her soft, slender fingers. Hyde took short, yet quick strides towards her, she could almost feel his breath on her face when he reached her. Hyde reached his hand out to touch her face but decided not to. At that moment, Hyde grabbed Libby's arm and yanked her toward him. They ran and jumped off the balcony.
Hyde grabbed onto a pole sticking out of the building and climbed.
