The Successful Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde

Dr. Jekyll's Last Will and Testament

John Gabriel Utterson wasn't special. He was just a regular man who had gotten caught up in a hellish nightmare that revolved around a Mr. Hyde, and his best friend Dr. Jekyll.

This all started the day Jekyll wrote his will. Utterson found it strange, since Jekyll wasn't going to die, was he? In any case, the lawyer read over the will.

'The Last Will and Testament of Dr. Henry Jekyll PHD
In a period of missing for more than ten days, or death, Mr. Edward Hyde shall be the sole beneficiary.'

Utterson found this will to be odd. He and Jekyll were good friends, and had been for a while, so why had he never heard of a 'Mr. Hyde'? And the name was odd as well.
"Hyde.. sounds like hide." The lawyer mumbled to himself, reading over the will again. "... this is strange. I've never heard of such a fellow, and yet he is to inherit Jekyll's fortune and possessions." The man continued, running a hand through his hair. He sighed, and set the will down, looking at the time. He sucked in a sharp breath and rushed to tie his hair into a ponytail, and get ready to leave.

"Ah, Mr. Utterson! I had thought you'd deserted me!" A cheerful man called to the lawyer.
"Ah.. you know I could never, Mr. Enfield." Utterson replied. Enfield smiled and headed down the street. The two talked about inconsequential things, until Enfield stopped walking. Utterson looked at him.
"What is it?" He asked. Enfield's happy demeanour took a bit of a turn.
"Dear sir, do you see that girl's shoe over there?" He gestured to a small shoe, belonging to, one could only assume a child of no more than eight, laying on the ground.
"Yes..?" Utterson sounded confused. "Why point it out?" He then inquired.
"You've seen the news. A monster plagues London. He sneaks into high end places, demands to be treated with respect, and throws a tantrum when he doesn't get his way. I had the unfortunate meeting with this man, in which he.." The young man trailed off.
"In which he..?" The lawyer looked back at the shoe for a moment.
"... he brutally stomped over a young girl. She couldn't have been at least eight." Enfield said.
"Dear god.. was the girl unharmed?" Utterson asked.
"Fortunately yes, but the man clearly didn't see any wrong with what he had done." Enfield stated. He then recounted what happened.

"Tch. I don't see why I need to even linger here. The kid is fine."

The man spoke so nonchalantly.

"You brutally stepped on her! You're lucky I don't beat you into a bloody pulp!!!"

The girl's mother was enraged. And the girl sobbed into her father's arms.

"Ma'am, please, no need to be rash."

I said, carefully taking a step between her and this man.

"Violence will not solve this issue."

I then told her.

"I understand your anger."

I gestured to her daughter.

"But she needs you. The doctor and I will handle this."

The lady sucked in a breath and listened to me. The sound of a twig snapping caught my attention.

"Fuck."

I looked at the man.

"Now good sir. What's your name?"

The man glared at me. I can't quite explained what he looked like, but it was if he was born in the image of Satan himself.

"How annoying. It's Edward Hyde."

"Well, Mr. Hyde. I'm sure you don't want this accident to be a blemish on your reputation, do you?"

".... no."