Hyde left the pub shortly after his drink. There was nothing worth following in the bar, and Hyde hated wasting his time. That was a trait he had in common with Jekyll, along with the poor left leg. Hyde left the bar, slightly limping. He watched a girl zoom past him running as fast as she could.
She's quick. Such potential. Perhaps she will be a worth hunt.
He smiled wide and began to follow the girl, when three men ran down the alley. One of them looked wrongly at Hyde, and practically ordered him to
say if he'd seen the girl.
"You there! Have you seen a small girl run by? She's a dirty thief!"
Sadly, Hyde had no tolerance for people who gave him an order, or even asking him the wrong question. Lashing out, he threw a punch at the first man, and caught him off guard, nailing the poor fool in the face. Blood gushed down the mans face and the other two recoiled in horror. Hyde grabbed the first thing he could, and empty wooden crate, and hurled it at the second man. He ducked and the box shattered behind him. However, Hyde used the distraction to charge the third man, and struck him in the chest with his cane. As the man doubled over, Hyde took the bottom, and very sharp, part, and stabbed the man though the head. As the second man recovered, he charged Hyde with a dagger. Hyde was not fat enough, and took the dagger in the arm. Snarling in anger and furry, and also caugh up in his blood lust, he grabbed the man, and twisted his neck. A sickening snap echoed down the now silent alley.
Hyde pulled the dagger out, and flexed his arm. He would be fine. But right now, he had prey to find. Leaving the corpses behind, he looked at the survivor, crying out of pain and horror and fear. Hyde smiled and moved on. The woman had to be found quickly.