Chapter 12: Time to Save
Adam Stiels crouched behind a shattered pane in Nevermore's greenhouse, the air thick with crushed ferns and damp earth, moonlight filtering through jagged glass like broken stars. His HUD glowed: Level 1, 13/100 uses, 10-minute cooldowns. The Time Control System was his lifeline, but memory gaps about Tyler Galpin's Hyde left him blind to the monster's face. The greenhouse, a jungle of vines and cracked beams, was a Nightshades mission gone wrong—a sabotage, likely Tyler's doing, had triggered a collapse. Adam's goals: save Enid Sinclair, hide his powers, and back Wednesday Addams' Hyde hunt. The system's voice was sharp: Saving Enid again? You're racking up hero points, Romeo.
The greenhouse was a chaos of shadows, its glass walls glinting like fractured mirrors. Enid, in her Nightshades cloak, sifted through debris for clues, her pink-streaked hair glowing faintly, her flashlight beam cutting through the dark. Bianca Barclay barked orders, her siren voice sharp, her silver jewelry catching moonlight. Xavier Thorpe sketched runes nearby, his charcoal smudged, his brow furrowed. Wednesday stood by a shattered pot, her black dress a void, her eyes narrowing at a claw mark gouged into a beam. "Tyler's the Hyde," she told Adam, her voice low, cold as a crypt. "Your memory gaps are a liability, Stiels. Stay sharp." Her words stung, his gaps a fog where Tyler's monstrous form should be, frustration coiling in his gut.
A groan echoed above—a steel beam buckling, its rivets popping like gunfire, threatening to crush Enid. Adam's pulse spiked, his breath catching. Stop Time: 1 minute. Activate? The world froze—Enid's flashlight beam stilled, debris hung like a constellation, Wednesday's braids locked mid-swing, her eyes fierce even in stasis. Adam sprinted, his boots crunching glass, and shoved the beam aside, his muscles burning as it crashed into a pile of soil. He dragged Enid clear, her warmth grounding him, her vanilla-pine scent steadying his racing heart. The system snarked: Hero stunt number two? You're gonna need a cape, kid. Time resumed with a snap, and Enid gasped, her eyes wide, her flashlight clattering. "Adam, how—?" She hugged him tightly, her breath ragged, her arms trembling. "I don't know how you do it, but I'm falling for you."
Adam's heart stuttered, his monologue swirling: She's safe, but I can't tell her about the system. Not yet. "Just lucky, Sinclair," he said, winking, his voice steadier than his pounding chest. They sat on a vine-covered bench, the air humid, Enid's hand in his, her warmth a lifeline. "You're my hero," she said, her grin shaky but radiant, her eyes locking with his. She's falling for me, and I'm done for, he thought, his secrecy a heavy weight, the greenhouse's shadows pressing in.
Wednesday approached, her stare piercing, a rune-etched shard in her hand. "The claw mark's fresh. Tyler's close," she said, her voice a blade. "Find his trail, Stiels." Adam nodded, taking the shard, its edges sharp, his gaps frustrating him. Why can't I see the Hyde? They discussed her vision—a monster tearing through Jericho, claws glinting, blood pooling—but his mind was a blank slate. The system pinged: Focus, Romeo, or you'll be monster chow. The Nightshades regrouped, Bianca planning a Tyler stakeout, her braid swinging as she outlined routes, her siren instincts sharp.
Thing scuttled over, signing cleanup plans, its stitches glinting. Adam used Slow Time: 20 seconds to stack glass shards, the world lagging as he worked, Bianca watching with grudging respect. "Not bad, prankster," she said, her voice low, her eyes glinting. The system quipped: Cleaning up? You're one step from a maid outfit, genius. Enid pulled him aside in the quad, her pink sweater glowing under moonlight. "Let's have a real date soon," she said, squeezing his hand, her eyes sparkling. "Jericho diner, neon lights, the works." Adam grinned, his heart soaring. "Name the time, troublemaker." They bantered, her laugh a melody, her description of milkshakes and jukebox tunes painting a vivid picture.
Adam's monologue churned: Enid's my spark, Wednesday's my puzzle, and Tyler's a shadow I can't pin. Gotta stay sharp. The system pinged: 14/100 uses. Heroics look good on you, but don't let love blind you, hotshot. The greenhouse's claw mark loomed, Tyler's Hyde a threat, and Enid's confession was his anchor in Nevermore's storm.
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