Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde #3

{a/n: Because of how well I liked the first Jekyll/Hyde post I had done, and because Lanyon had his own account of the events, and the upcoming chapter being Jekyll's personal story, I took yet another small character and gave them their own side of the story. This is story, from the policeman's point of view, that occurred out at night when Hyde and Lanyon were outside, Lanyon giving the drawer to Hyde.}

It was another night patrolling this area, though I wish it were not. This area does make my blood run cold, with the latest murders. The one, as reported by a maid early in the morning, had been beaten to death with a cane. The other gent, coldbloodedly killed as well. Both have been traced back to a man named Hyde. Even his name spells out a bad omen upon those who breathe it. Therefore, the station has me out here, at the dead of night, waiting for some horrible atrocity to occur from some otherworldly man. Though it is already eleven o'clock, the night is still young for something to happen. Though I have a revolver upon my hip, I still fear. In this ominous night in an area like this, it is difficult to not be.

One hour has passed. Up and down the lanes I have traveled, slowly treading, my hand ready to quickly draw my revolver, as I look down the alleys. Past the house of the little girl, past Utterson's house, past the house with nothing but a door.  I begin to enter the square when I see a silhouette. A proper gentleman, it seems, his hat outlined against the starry sky. He hastily walked, with a sack hanging from one hand, a boxy shape protruding from the bottom. He ran to a building, his footsteps coming closer, little by little. Suddenly, a small man, who, upon separating his shadowy figure from the building, ran a sort of ice along my veins, and I sweat as if I were on fire. I, needing to do my duties though my better judgement tells me otherwise, walked closer, hand tightening on the handle of the firearm. They took notice, and took off ,with the sheet, down a road. I followed as best as I could, but the short one was too fast. I feel as if a terrible development is about to take place. I went on, patrolling the street I thought they were, and sometime later, I heard a scream of a man. The cry of 'O God, O God' rang out. I left the area hastily. No one in their right mind could stay.