Rowan looked at the ground in terror. Dark hands came out of the ground and began to
imprison him. They looked like the very hands of hell. His whole body was covered with these, and he could no longer move.
Rowan’s eyes were also covered, and he could see nothing. Wednesday knew he could activate his telekinesis with his eyes, as he was one of the focus.
“You put up a better fight than last time. It’s still disappointing though. Before you talk about killing me, you should get stronger,” Wednesday said in an icy, unchanged tone.
The only thing that confused her was her vision. Would she be the one to kill Rowan? She planned to kill him, but not in such a horrible way. She would behead him. She wouldn’t torture him. She didn’t have time for that.
“Will she kill him…?” asked Enid, looking at Wednesday, who was aiming at Rowan’s neck with her dark scythe.
“Most likely yes,” Luke replied without hesitation.
“I know that’s her right, but maybe it’s too much. She could hand him over,” Xavier said, though he had no plans to intervene. Since Wednesday defeated him handily, she could be merciful and just turn him over to the outcast police.
“Why do you guys take it so easily?” asked Enid with a frightened look on her face. She didn’t want to witness another murder.
“Such is the way of the outcast society. You’re very kind, Enid,” replied Luke, looking at Enid.
“It’s weird that you understand it so well when you lived in a normie orphanage,” commented Xavier. However, Luke didn’t hear him. Enid and he were staring at each other.
“Is it bad that I’m nice?” asked Enid, staring at Luke.
“Of course not… It’s just that being so nice would put you in difficult situations if you run into people who want to murder you…” replied Luke.
“Is that why you left me? Why were you afraid to put yourself in difficult situations because of me?” asked Enid. She knew about the grudge between the Spellman family and the Poe family. Her werewolf family was among the most important in America’s outcast society. Luke didn’t know what to say. Luckily, Xavier intervened at that moment, “Look. Rowan is showing her something.” he said, and they both stopped their chatter.
“The girl in the drawing is you. My mother drew that picture 25 years ago when she was a student at Nevermore,” explained Rowan, who was on his knees, unable to see anything. Wednesday held up a drawing showing a girl who looked like her behind her a burning and shattered stage.
“You want to murder me over a simple drawing? That’s new,” commented Wednesday with a raised eyebrow.
“My mother was a powerful seer! She told me before she died that you would be the cause of the destruction in Nevermore,” Rowan said angrily, but unable to break free.
“There’s someone else here, who would that be?” asked Wednesday without giving Rowan’s tantrum a second thought.
Behind the supposed girl who was her was a tall boy with almost blond, brown hair sitting on a shattered column.
“Luke Poe,” replied Rowan.
‘Me?’ thought Luke in surprise. He didn’t know he would enter the prophecy.
“Why didn’t you try to assassinate Luke Poe? Do you think, I’m weaker than him?” asked Wednesday in a more icy tone. She pressed the scythe harder into Rowan’s neck.
As Wednesday was about to decapitate Rowan, a deafening roar was heard in the place.
Out of the dark forest jumped a grotesque and horrible creature. The creature had a muscular body with dark gray skin, which looked wrinkled and taut over its bones and muscles. Its posture is crouched, with a hunched back.
The head is large in comparison to the body, with a face that has human features but is extremely deformed. The eyes are large, round, and bright red, standing out aggressively on its face. The mouth is wide and full of sharp, uneven teeth. On the top of his head, he has a sparse amount of brown, messy hair. Its arms are long and end in huge hands, with elongated fingers ending in sharp, pointed claws.
Luke recognized the creature immediately. A Hyde that exuded a very high murderous intent.
The Hyde leaped toward Rowan, pointing its sharp claws. Wednesday recognizing the threat faded into her own shadow.
“What’s going on!?” asked Rowan, but just then he felt an excruciating pain in his back. Sharp claws tearing at his skin. Luckily, before the claws tore him further, he was moved by an invisible force at an incredible speed.
Rowan, who no longer had shadows covering his eyes looked up recognizing Luke, who had taken a step and was looking at the Hyde with a slight smile.
“Luke…? Why did you save me?” asked Rowan with pain all over his back.
“If Wednesday wants to murder you, I’ll allow it, that’s her right. However, I can’t let an unknown Hyde murder a fellow student at Nevermore,” replied Luke.
Rowan before he could say anything passed out from the pain and blood loss, plus he was already exhausted from all the power he used earlier.
“He’s losing a lot of blood. He needs to be attended to immediately,” said Enid, approaching Rowan and doing a quick check.
“We have a small problem,” said Xavier, looking at the Hyde, who was roaring furiously at not being able to slay his prey.
Enid looked up at the monster. It was ugly and scary, but looking at Luke’s back she felt a lot of reassurance. She was not afraid. She felt safe if Luke was with her. A feeling she longed for.
‘Since when are they watching?’ thought Wednesday, looking sideways at Luke and the other two. Then she looked at the monster that lunged furiously at Luke.
“A teenage Hyde! A perfect opponent to hone your skills!” said Edgar, who hovered near Luke.
Edgar as Luke’s teacher, knew that what he needed most was experience in battles to the death. He had had some, but it wasn’t enough.
Luke generated crushing pressure around Hyde. Hundreds of kilograms were crushing him, trying to break him, but he continued his onslaught. His speed slowed just a little.
‘This is serious,’ thought Luke. He had Enid, Xavier, and a dying Rowan behind him.
To lessen the danger to them, he took a step forward towards the Hyde. On his arm, he concentrated and created bands of telekinetic energy that led to his fist.
First, he waited for the Hyde to attack him. His speed was superhuman. The fastest speed he had ever faced. However, his observation haki allowed him to dodge the monster’s claws by inches which left a trail of cutting and dangerous air.
Without missing a beat, Luke threw his fist forward, aiming it at the monster’s face. Upon impact, bands of telekinetic energy are released with explosive force.
The monster’s face deforms from the blow, and in the blink of an eye, it is thrown backward like a rag doll, flying through the air and landing with a thunderous crunch several feet away. ‘Three trees shattered…’ thought Luke in awe of the power of his fist. This time he didn’t hold back and struck with all his might.
Hyde stood up again in a short time. His face was mangled. He lost some teeth, and his nose was broken. Even his head seemed somewhat caved in. However, it glared even more furiously
at Luke.
He roared louder than before and went back on the attack again.
“Superhuman regeneration,” Luke muttered with a grimace. Edgar had explained Hyde’s powers to him. They were broken. If he suffered that damage, he would no longer be able to get up. The price of those powers is to be a horrible, uncontrolled monster.
Luke didn’t try to immobilize the Hyde. He knew it was useless. He didn’t have what it took to hold him still. His strength was too much. He controlled the tree that split Wednesday in half and sent it flying at the monster from different places.
One log from the front and another from the back. He increased the speed of the logs, making them more powerful on impact and harder to evade or attack.
The Hyde used its claws to destroy the log from the front. His claws were left in bad shape and bleeding. It was no joke that more than 300kg are coming at you at a high speed.
In defending himself from the first log he was left defenseless with the other log impacting his back. Luke thought it would go through him, but it did not. The Hyde’s grayish skin seemed very tough. The Hyde grunted in pain but did not suffer a serious wound.
Hyde turned around and grabbed the log on his back with his hands. At that precise moment, Wednesday emerged from the shadows near him. In her left hand, she wielded her dark
scythe.
With incredible speed, Wednesday swung her scythe at Hyde’s face. Aiming for his huge, ugly red eyes. The height of the two was uneven, but the scythe released waves of dark energy that reached Hyde’s eyes and cut them.
“ROOOOARR!” the Hyde roared in pain. The eyes were a sensitive area. His roar was one of pain and fury. Unable to see he began to wave his long arms to all sides.
Wednesday vanished and appeared away from him.
Luke knew he had to take advantage of this opportunity. The Hyde’s eyes would recover in a
short time. Before that, he must do more damage to him.
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