• “I know you want to do it,” the shadow replied from the darkness. “Just one little drink and we’ll have the time of our life.”

    “No, I will not drink,” The hunched over man mumbled.

    “Come on dear doctor, the night is young,” the shadow holds out a vial of liquid.

    “I cannot, I will not,” the man says in anger and pain. “Not after what happened last time.”

    The shadow laughs, the disturbing sound echoes through the man’s head. It suddenly moves forward with its hand out stretched. The man jerks back into a cabinet, shattered glass hits the ground.

    “Leave me be, evil spirit, for as long as I love life I shall not drink of that again.”

    The man’s hand rests on a shard of glass; he picks it up and slashes at the shadow’s neck. It goes right through him. But on the neck of the man, a long cut is made. He falls to the floor dying in a puddle of his own blood.

    “Pity,” the shadow known as Hyde says, as he watches the man on the floor. “Off to find someone else to have fun with.” He sinks back into the darkness.