Mr. Hyde was a strange little man with such a displeasing look, not ugly, but something made anyone who looked at him want to turn away if they were face to face with him. He was overweight and had a bit of a limp, and so to relieve any annoyance, he carried a heavy, expensive cane around, which he had taken from Dr. Jekyll’s closet. When Dr. Jekyll would let him out, he would run away from the rich parts of London, where all the old people stayed who just so happened to have been born into a wealthy family, and would go join in on the poorer side. In Mr. Hyde’s own words, it was more entertaining with all the fights in the streets and bustling pubs. There was a pub he went to almost daily, and besides having no name or any real way of knowing this place was a pub, it was always busy. He was well known by the regulars and workers, and always had a booth in the back to himself and whoever he had decided to let sit next to him. The pub had this dirty look like most other places in London, but this dirtiness somehow felt more unique than anywhere else. Despite not owning or even working there, this was Hyde’s place, and everyone who regularly went there knew that.
On this day, after Dr. Jekyll had drunk the formula and allowed himself to turn into Mr. Hyde, he made a beeline toward this pub. However, to his dismay, once he arrived, there was a rather strong man sitting at his booth and surrounded by his friends. It reminded Hyde of himself, when he and his friends would gather around that exact table. It was easy to tell this man and his friends had never been here before because of the people sitting there. Mr. Hyde hadn’t recognized anyone who was sitting in his seat. None of the tables or chairs around the booth had been occupied, as if everyone else knew of the trouble this would cause. It was almost immediate when the people in the bar all stopped talking and looked towards Hyde, except for that man and all his friends in Hyde’s booth.
Hyde wasn’t a big man at all which would be a big enough disadvantage to back out for most people but he’s different. He liked fighting, even if it was only with words. He made his way towards the booth. His booth. His cane purposely made a clunking sound to draw attention. He let himself bump into the tables that, ever so slightly, were in his way which caused them to push back. Once Hyde was right in front of the table, he stared this man right in the eyes, tension filling the air as he started to speak.
“Quite frankly, I don’t really care about knowing who you are, where you came from, or whatever your situation is. Even if you, I don’t know, just lost your job and you’re trying to get out for just one night for some relief. That isn’t my problem, but you know what is my problem? You’re in my seat and I want it back.”
As Mr. Hyde had said this, he was staring right into the man’s eyes, ignoring everyone else at the table. All of the people in the booth broke out into a fit of laughter, slamming their fists against the table and falling back into the back of their seats. To them, they only saw Hyde as this short, middle-aged man who just so happened to want to sit where they were. The man, who was the supposed leader of the group by Mr. Hyde’s guess, looked him dead in the eyes as he stood up and made his way out of the booth. He stood in front of the table as he opened his mouth to speak.
“You see, we didn’t know this was your spot, and would like to sincerely apologize for this disruption in your day. If you’ll excuse me…”
Not long after leaving his sentence unfinished, he pushed Hyde onto the ground. It was usually Mr. Hyde making the first move in fights, so this caught him a bit off guard.
The fight commenced as Hyde got back up and swung at him. Due to this man, and by what Hyde could hear from the shouting of his friends is named John, having a bigger advantage to him because of how much larger and in better health than he is, he fell down and lost this fight. Mr. Hyde would scurry out of the pub and would never return to it. He lost his seat and ended up losing his cane as well, since John had grabbed it away from Hyde. Mostly because of embarrassment, he quickly made his way back to Dr. Jekyll’s laboratory and drank the formula. This was the day Mr. Hyde would realize he can’t win every fight he starts, but this still never stopped him from continuing to confront people.