The Successful Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde

The End of Mr. Hyde and Dr. Jekyll

Jekyll worked tirelessly trying to find a cure to the HJ7. He needed this to work, the paperboys kept shouting about many monstrous people, which Jekyll could only assume was Hyde's doing. He had no idea why Edward was acting like this, but he assumed it had to do with them being separate for so damn long.

Suddenly the door swung open, and there stood Hyde.
"You're trying to cure it?!" Hyde snarled as he slammed the door and made sure no one else could get in. Jekyll looked back at Hyde.
"Yes— I was wrong Edward. Man is both evil and good, but they cannot exist separately! I'm alone all the time, and I.. I-I miss you. I miss everything about you, even if you were... manipulative to me." Jekyll admitted. "You always understood me, I've never met anyone like that before." He was trying to get Hyde calm, but it didn't work.
"So why are you trying to cure it?! Everyone is happy right now!" Hyde hissed.
"No they aren't. Edward don't you see?! Man cannot live like this! It was fine with me, because I could control it, but I can't control anything anyone else does." Jekyll, said, taking a few steps towards Hyde.
"Get away from me! You're nothing but a fucking coward!!" Hyde yelled.
"Keep your voice down!" Jekyll hushed.

"Your servants won't hear anything."

Hyde lunged towards Jekyll's notes, trying to destroy them. Henry blocked Hyde with his body, which made the other push him into the ground. Jekyll kicked at Hyde's stomach, trying to get him off. Eventually Hyde fell to the floor, and Jekyll scrambled to his feet, not aware at how close he was to a tusked animal's skull he found on a trip once. Hyde got to his feet, growling and pushing Jekyll against a wall.

And directly into said skull from before.

Jekyll coughed, blood trickling down his chin. He looked down at the bloody tusks that had pierced his lungs. Dear god it hurt..
"Oh god! What the fuck have I done?! I can't— No I—" Hyde stumbled back a little. "No I don't wanna be alone! Jekyll I—" He looked like a hurt child.
"Edward.." Jekyll coughed. "It's okay.. I'm old, I would have died anyway." He said.
"No! We'll get you to— T-To— Well I don't fucking know!! But I'll fix this I can't be alone— Please—" Hyde fell against Jekyll in the space in between the two tusks. "Please Henry.." It was the first time Hyde had ever called Jekyll by his first name, and the first time he had cried in front of someone. Jekyll shifted, groaning and wrapping his arms around the smaller man.
"It's alright, Edward... shhh..." Jekyll gently stroked Hyde's hair, but it was clear he wouldn't last long. ".. you'll be okay." He tried reassuring.
".... if you're not in this world there's nothing worth living for." Edward said, shoving himself onto the tusks.
"Edward!!" Jekyll tried moving, but it only made the pain worse. He coughed a bunch, and looked at his other ego. Hyde looked to be in so much pain, which was obvious since he just got impaled.
"Henry I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything I've done, I'm so sorry for everything I've done to you. I.. I love you." Edward confessed.
"You— What..?" Jekyll looked confused. "What are you talking about...?" His eyes felt heavy. Hyde pushed his lips against Jekyll's, cupping his cheeks while he kissed the other man. Jekyll was taken aback, but slowly wrapped his arms around Hyde to pull him closer. When the kiss broke, Hyde looked up at Jekyll.
"I love you. I know you don't love me, and how could you? I've done nothing but hurt you and ruin your life. But I don't want to live alone." Hyde started feeling himself lose his grip on life. "And I.. I was scared to be separated... but I assumed.... it's what...... you........" Hyde leaned against Jekyll. The taller rested his head on the smaller.
"Shhhhh... don't speak..." Jekyll mumbled. "I understand, my dear.. Now, just.. close your eyes..." His voice got softer.
"Will we see each other again?" Hyde asked.
"I'm sure we will... my dear Edward." Jekyll's soft and soothing voice eventually stopped, but Edward could still feel his shallow breaths. He moved so his wounds would be worse, and he'd die at the same time as Jekyll.

Downstairs, Poole was calling Utterson, who arrived quite quickly. Upon looking at all the facts, they decided to break down the door. Utterson looked at the gruesome sight and felt sick. What was the gruesome sight?

His dear friend, Dr. Henry Jekyll lay dead, along with Edward Hyde. Both impaled on the skull Jekyll had found when he, Utterson, and Lanyon were young. Poole gasped and dropped his weapon.
"He's— He's dead!" The butler cried out. Utterson didn't say anything as he looked through Jekyll's notes. He came a across a paper, which looked like someone teaching someone else to write. He swallowed and set it down, looking for anything else. He found a letter, addressed to Mr. John Gabriel Utterson. The lawyer opened it, and saw that the Jekyll's will had been changed. Everything was to go to Utterson, instead of Hyde.
"Good lord.." Utterson mumbled under his breath.
"What is it?" Poole asked.
"Jekyll's left everything to me.." Utterson said. He the noticed another paper. He opened it up, and started reading.

'My dear John,

If you are reading this, then I am dead. I'm not sure how I've died, or if Hyde has died. If he has, you need to check his flat in Soho. I told him to keep a journal if we ever split, and that's the only way to get the full story.
But I must admit this, Hyde and I were the same person. I'm dead now, so my reputation no longer matters. However, I never wanted him to commit the crimes he did. I only wanted to help humanity. And I only wanted the corrupt to show their true colours. Since Hyde is apart of me, he had some of the same opinions I did. But he delivered justice strangely. He went into bars not to drink, but to find people he knew weren't good people, and 'teach them a lesson'. (His words, not mine.)
He often did his 'justice' at night, because he claims people hid under the cover of darkness like cowards. He also said if he saw them in the day, he'd do the same damn thing. Now, you maybe wondering, what is the thing?
If he saw someone being followed, he'd come up next to the person and pretend to be a friend or lover. He'd take them back to his flat, and then violently beat the person following them. If someone was being harassed, he'd push the perpetrator into the ground and stomp on their chest, and help the victim get back home and safe.
I wish I could say I completely disagreed with his methods, but I didn't. A part of me knew Hyde was right. Scotland Yard wasn't doing anything, and the higher officials didn't care. No one did, except Hyde.
But I'm sure he craved the feeling of being in power like that. Which is why he murdered Sir Danvers Carew and his mistress. I'm not even sure why he did. Carew never did anything to him, and neither did his mistress. He didn't know anyone who would be affected.
Now, Hyde wasn't always like this. He wasn't always so angry, and he wasn't as manipulative as he is. In the beginning, he was scared. Every time he went out, people would treat him like a circus animal, or throw rocks and glass at him. That's where a majority of his, and by extension my, scars came from. He spent so many nights alone, crying into my pillow, and cursing his own reflection. He punched a mirror once during this, and that's when I figured out how to communicate with him outside just thought. You see, we could take on a shadow like form in which only we could see each other. We could also appear as the other's reflection, and change our appearance at will. His personality completely changed the day I attended Hastie's charity ball. He watched as I talked to people far better than myself, and he heard them talk bad about me behind my back. He tried bringing this up, telling me I should leave, but I didn't. I never left, and I ignored him.

I'm not sure if Hyde is dead or not. If he is, then I'm sorry you couldn't get answers before we died. And, if he's still alive, he could have murdered me. I'm not sure of my fate, but I know death comes for me as I write this.

But, my dear John,

I love you. I always have. It's frowned upon in this society, but I don't care. I've spent too long wallowing in repression.

With as much as love as I can muster, Dr. Henry Jekyll PHD.'

By the end, Utterson was on the verge of tears. His poor friend, he had to deal with this all alone.
"Mr. Utterson?" Poole looked at the lawyer. "Are you alright?"
"Oh— Yes, I am, Poole." He said, wiping his eyes and looking back to Jekyll's body. "Send the others to find someone from the morgue and arrange a funeral. You and I need to investigate Hyde's flat." He said, folding up the letter and placing it in his jacket's pocket. He then walked out (followed by Poole) and headed to Hyde's flat.