Chapter 13: Echoes of the Hyde
The Nevermore courtyard was a quiet expanse, the air crisp with the bite of early autumn, the scent of fallen leaves mingling with faint woodsmoke from a distant bonfire drifting through the open quad. adam sat on a weathered stone bench, his uniform jacket slung over his shoulder, his dark hair falling into his eyes as he stared at the stars glinting through skeletal oak branches, their light sharp and cold. His HUD glowed faintly in his mind's eye:
[System: 0 Ultimate Skill Cards. Active Skills: Ultimate Immortal Body, Ultimate Illusion Creation, Ultimate Lightning Body.]
The Hyde fight and Laurel's escape replayed in his mind, a relentless loop of claws, blood, and unanswered questions. His memories were a glitchy mess, key plot points obscured like a corrupted save file in a game he couldn't pause. I'm playing blind, and Laurel's got the cheat codes. Wednesday approached, her black dress stark against the gray cobblestones, her posture less rigid than usual, her dark eyes softer, almost vulnerable. She sat beside him, her presence a quiet weight, her voice a low monotone that carried a rare warmth. "You're brooding," she said, her gaze fixed on the stars. "It's almost endearing."
adam grinned, his crush flaring like a spark in the dark, his sarcasm softening. "Just processing our near-death episode. You okay? Those visions hitting like a horror flick jump scare?"
She hesitated, her fingers twitching, a crack in her stoic facade that made his heart skip. "They're worse," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes distant. "Crackstone, blood, Laurel's face. I see Enid dying, but I don't trust it. Visions lie."
adam leaned closer, his voice gentle, losing its usual edge. "We'll figure it out, Addams. You're not alone in this gothic nightmare. I've got your back, and I'm harder to kill than a comic book hero."
Her lips twitched, a fleeting almost-smile, and her shoulder brushed his, a rare moment of connection that sent his heart racing like a runaway train. Score one for the sarcastic sidekick, he thought, his grin widening.
In the dorms, Enid paced her room, fairy lights casting a warm glow over her pink sweater, her face pale with worry. Claw marks crisscrossed her arms, raw and red from a failed transformation, the skin inflamed and tender. "I'm so close," she said, her voice trembling, her blue eyes clouded with frustration. "But it hurts, adam. Like my body's fighting itself."
adam sat on her bed, the mattress creaking under his weight, his grin softening into something earnest. "You're tougher than this wolf nonsense, Sinclair." He pricked his finger with a pin, a drop of blood welling, glowing faintly with the power of his Ultimate Immortal Body. "Drink," he said, offering it, his tone light but firm. Enid grimaced, her nose wrinkling at the metallic scent, then licked it, the taste making her shudder. Her wounds healed instantly, the claw marks fading like mist, and her eyes flashed a brilliant yellow. Fur sprouted, claws extended, and she transformed fully—a sleek, powerful werewolf, her growl low and triumphant, shaking the air.
"You're a wolf now, Sinclair," adam said, his grin wide and genuine. "Time to howl like a superhero."
Enid tackled him in a hug, her laughter bright and infectious, her fur brushing his cheek. "You're the best, adam! I feel… alive!"
Later, adam found Ajax Petropolus in the quad, adjusting his beanie with a lazy grin, the moonlight glinting off the cobblestones. "Yo, Stiels," Ajax said, his voice easy, "you planning another prank?"
adam smirked, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Always." He conjured an illusion—snakes erupting from Ajax's beanie, their scales glinting as they slithered across the ground in a writhing mass. Ajax yelped, flailing his arms, his beanie flying off, then laughed as the illusion faded, the snakes vanishing like smoke. "You're a menace, Stiels, but I'm grinning," he said, shaking his head.
"Gotta keep the vibes chaotic," adam replied, winking, his heart lighter.
The Nightshades gathered in their chamber, the air heavy with the scent of wax and stone, the chandelier dripping like a bleeding heart. adam's illusions simulated Hyde triggers—vials glowing green, Laurel's voice chanting Crackstone's prophecy—testing their trap strategies. Wednesday's gaze lingered on him, her nod a silent approval that felt like a victory. Bianca and Xavier added insights, their trust in adam solidifying, their voices blending in the dim light. Enid's a badass, Wednesday's cracking open—this is my Avengers moment, no CGI required, adam thought, his heart swelling with pride.
In his dorm, moonlight spilled through the cracked window, casting raven shadows on the stone walls, their wings seeming to flutter. Laurel's schemes loomed, a dark cloud on the horizon, but Enid's transformation and Wednesday's trust were victories, small but real, anchoring him. "Like leveling up mid-season," he murmured, checking the HUD:
[System: 0 Ultimate Skill Cards. Active Skills: Ultimate Immortal Body, Ultimate Illusion Creation, Ultimate Lightning Body.]
He was a player in Nevermore's twisted game, his skills a match for its dangers. "Time to rewrite the script," he said, his voice soft as sleep pulled him under, the night growing still.
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