Light post, light post, light post.
Freedom is what men claim they desire. No one wants to be locked in a cage, and yet… they build one themselves out of morals. They pace back and forth, trapped behind bars of “justice” and “reason” for the rest of their lives.
How absurd.
The only sound in the cool morning air was the brisk, almost angry clicking of Mr. Hyde’s shoes on the side walk. The shadows darkened on his face as he pulled his collar up around it, against the light of the lamp posts. It was still the early hours, just before the sun began to lighten the hue of the sky, and he hated how much light those lanterns cast into the darkness of the city.
After tucking his scarf into the front of his coat, he returned them to his pockets. His eyes focused directly before him. It wasn’t that he was in a hurry that he was walking so quickly. Rather, it was that he had a destination in mind and any sort of lolly gagging was a waste of his precious time.
He refused to even look at any other early risers he passed. They quickly moved out of his path when seeing the hateful look on his face as he hurried on his way. Who knows where they were heading, anyways! For the safety of any passer-bys, there had better not be anyone who crossed in front of him.