“You useless piece of shit!” screamed Marilyn hysterically at Tyler, who was imprisoned in the cave. Just a few minutes ago, he had escaped from two people who had seriously injured him, and now he was being tortured by Marilyn.
“Sorry… ARRGHH!” cried Tyler in pain, as Marilyn shocked him powerfully with a taser.
“You just had to assassinate a fucking outcast, and on top of failing you got your ass kicked,” said Marilyn clicking her tongue.
If the monster she was handling didn’t get her the human body parts she needed, she wouldn’t be able to do the ritual to revive her ancestor.
Since it was the harvest festival, Marilyn thought it was the ideal occasion to assassinate an outcast student or two as they finally left Nevermore. Her target was Luke Poe. She didn’t count that he would be so powerful and could defeat Tyler in his Hyde form.
‘That brat Wednesday is also stronger than I thought… However, that damn Poe is much stronger. He can fly, and he took on Tyler in close combat,’ thought Marilyn with a frown.
Tyler told her about the battle, and from her point of view Luke was the key and the one who had the most prominence in the fight. His blows were severe, and he didn’t need to hide in the shadows waiting to deliver a killing blow.
Also, if he could fly, he could have flown and attacked from that distance at Hyde with objects such as trees, etc.
“Easy… It’s not your fault, Tyler. Get some sleep. I’ll go get a first aid kit to fix you up,” said Marilyn in a kind tone, making a 360-degree turn.
“Okay… Thank you,” said Tyler relieved. His eyelids closed wearily. Today was a very exhausting day. Within seconds, he was sleeping against the cold rock like a baby.
Marilyn looked coldly at Tyler again. She hated outcasts, but she depended on this half of Hyde to accomplish her plan. Once she revived Crackstone she could assassinate him, though she would lose a good puppet.
‘Although a useful puppet, once I revive Crackstone, I will be able to know the ritual to be just as powerful as him. A Hyde will be nothing,’ thought Marilyn with a grotesque smile.
At that moment Marilyn heard several footsteps approaching her location. She turned her head and looked at the unwanted guests with alertness. She did not know who these people were wearing black cloaks, and on their faces were masks.
“Who are you people?” asked Marilyn cautiously. She reached into her pocket and gripped a syringe tightly. If she injected it into a person no matter how hard an outcast suffered a lot of pain.
There were five hooded people. The leader was in the middle. His face was not visible, and he was over two meters tall. His build was thin.
“Calm down. We came for a chat, Marilyn Thornhill or rather Laurel Gates,” said the tall hooded man.
On the outside Marilyn’s expression remained unchanged. However, inside she was very surprised and alarmed.
‘How do they know my identity?’ thought Marilyn, feeling nervous. From the aura she felt from these people, they seemed to be outcasts. The six-foot-plus man had a suffocating aura about him.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” said Marilyn as she thought a mile a minute looking for a way to escape or kill these people using Tyler. Too bad her puppet was in bad shape and recovering energy.
“Let’s not waste time playing dumb. We know you are a descendant of Joseph Crackstone and that you want to revive him. We are here to help you,” said the man in a calm tone.
He didn’t care if Marilyn tried anything. He could easily defeat her no matter how much she used the half Hyde who was sleeping peacefully.
“Help me?” asked Marilyn.
“Yes. As you may have realized one Hyde won’t be enough to defeat certain outcasts and even genius students. So we will lend you a hand, so you can accomplish your plan,” replied the hooded man.
“How exactly will you help me?” asked Marilyn.
“With this,” replied the hooded man, pulling out of his sleeve a test tube with a black- colored liquid substance.
“You just have to inject it into Hyde. That way his power will increase, and tonight’s defeat will not be repeated,” he added, shaking the test tube slightly.
“Why are they helping me? You must want something in return,” said Marilyn, knowing that no one would help you just because in this world.
“With the Hyde, you must murder Luke Poe. We know you need body parts for the ritual. Kill Luke Poe and use his body part for the Crackstone revival ritual,” replied the hooded man.
‘So they belong to the Spellmans,’ thought Marilyn smiling internally. Now she understood who these people were. As a person who kept to the shadows and her mortal enemies were the outcasts, she gathered a lot of information about them.
She managed to learn something of an old grudge between the Spellmans and the Poe’s that went back over a hundred years. The families would not rest until they exterminated each other, and it looked like the Spellmans would win this battle.
“Fine. I accept. I’ll kill Luke Poe. If that liquid helps me empower my Hyde,” Marilyn replied. She wanted to murder the Poe boy anyway. She hated him. In her classes, he was always arrogant and made fun of her.
“I hope you keep your word,” said the hooded man, throwing the test tube at him. Without another word, he left the cave along, with the other four who did not speak during the entire talk.
‘They are safe for now, Spellman. Then they will be the next to die once Crackstone revives,’ thought Marilyn, examining the tube. She didn’t think they had fooled her, so she would use this substance. She knew the Spellmans wanted to murder the Poe’s, so it made sense that they would give her this in exchange for her murdering Luke.
This way, the chances of being blamed for murdering an outcast within an educational institution of outcasts is lower. They will be able to end the grudge of hundreds of years once and for all and not let their latest enemy continue to grow stronger.
The five hooded men after exiting the cave began to run through the forest at rapid speed.
“Are we seriously going to ask for the help of a normie?” one hooded person asked in disgust. Her tone of voice was sharp and annoyed. Luke would recognize her immediately. Sabrina Spellman or whatever her name was.
“If you had completed the mission Father gave you, we wouldn’t be here, but you failed,” said another hooded person in a mocking tone.
“Shut up! Luke Poe’s strength was underestimated. It’s not my fault I was given false information” Sabrina said, angrily.
“Underestimated? Didn’t you say it was an easy mission? Father trusted you because of your two auras, but you weren’t up to the task,” said the hooded person hiding envy.
“Stop both of you,” said the tall hooded man before Sabrina exploded and attacked her
brother.
“Last year Sid died on Raven Island. That was a mistake that can’t be made again. Now we’re in a difficult position. The outcast police are suspicious of us about the Raven Island attack. It’s better to use a third party and have them take care of killing Luke Poe,” explained the hooded man in a calm tone.
The Spellman family had underestimated Luke’s strength. So now they were in a complex situation. Sid’s identity was discovered by the outcast police, and by doing an investigation they were able to learn that this werewolf was related to the Spellmans. Which raised
suspicions.
Thanks to the Spellmans having the best lawyers and people within the outcast council they were able to defend themselves against the accusations. Sid the werewolf acted on his own, they were not involved, or so they claimed.
Grudges between outcast families were legal, and both families could be at war without the authorities sticking their noses in. However, if the families involved third parties, things changed. Attacking Nevermore, America’s premier school for outcasts was serious business, and murdering one of the students was a crime.
If this attack was planned by the Spellmans to kill Luke Poe, they could not let it go. For they had endangered several students who had no part in the grudge between the families. Sabrina remembering how her assassination attempt on Raven Island failed clenched her teeth in fury and said nothing. She felt a stinging pain in her left eye. It was now healed to perfection, but her father let her be one-eyed for several months to learn from her grave
mistake.
“What if the normie doesn’t keep her word?” asked one of the hooded men.
“If she revives Crackstone she will likely attack Nevermore, and Luke Poe will die there by his hand. So, it also serves us well if she completes the ritual. Then we will kill her for not keeping her word,” the tall hooded man said.
He didn’t care if Crackstone attacked Nevermore and killed many outcasts. His mission was to assassinate Luke Poe. Nothing more than that.
“We’ll kill her, anyway,” he added after a few seconds. They couldn’t leave Marilyn alive after
this.
“I understand,” nodded the hooded man who had argued with Sabrina. “Are we going to help in the resurrection of Crackstone? He is our mortal enemy,” commented a hooded man who had not spoken so far.
“Crackstone is a human who made deals with demons to exterminate all outcasts. He killed
many, but he was far from succeeding. His power is good, but it’s nothing to worry about. After he attacks Nevermore and makes a killing the outcast police will send their agents and kill him,” replied the tall hooded man.
“As to your question, our mission is to assassinate Luke Poe using any method necessary. If Crackstone must be revived he will be,” he added, and the other hooded man nodded.
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