Wednesday: The Strongest Psychic

Chapter 105: Confused feelings

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"Well done," Edgar praised, looking at Luke, breathing erratically and sweating as drops fell from his forehead. He felt a strong migraine pounding in his head.

'His talent in all three auras is monstrous,' Edgar thought. Luke had managed to extract three memories on his first attempt, a challenging feat. Although it was true that Edgar had helped him.

'I feel like my head's going to explode,' Luke thought, bringing a hand to his temple. With his telekinesis, he controlled the vials and brought them toward his free hand.

He could barely maintain this weak telekinesis, not wanting to lose control and drop the three vials.

"Your face doesn't look too good. Although, I like how that paleness looks on you," Wednesday said, approaching and crouching down to observe Luke more closely.

"Thanks. I'd appreciate the compliment more when I'm in better shape," Luke said with difficulty while storing the vials and lying down on the cold terrace floor.

"How much time has passed?" Luke asked.

"One hour, nine minutes, and thirty-two seconds," Wednesday replied, glancing at a small watch on her wrist.

'That sure took a while,' Luke thought. After ten minutes, he stood up and looked at Deacon, who was still lying unconscious on the ground.

"Should we kill him?" Wednesday asked. This faceless man was no longer useful. They could get rid of him, though it would alert the other hooded figures.

"I'd like to, but it's better if they keep thinking everything is going according to plan. We need to extract Marilyn's memories before we can strike," Luke replied.

"Are we kidnapping Marilyn tomorrow?" Wednesday asked.

"The plan was yes, but my headache is worse than, I expected. I'll need a few days to recover. Plus, I still need to manipulate the faceless guy's memories, so he thinks nothing happened," Luke said with a grimace. His work here wasn't done yet.

He manipulated Deacon's memory again, and they left the terrace. As always, Luke made sure Deacon woke up and continued watching Tyler's house, ensuring everything went smoothly.

"I need to organize the evidence, and there's a lot of it. Want to help?" Luke asked, looking at Wednesday.

"Gathering facts and evidence of crimes is one of my favorite pastimes," Wednesday replied, and Luke took that as a yes.

When they arrived at Nevermore, they went to Luke's room to organize the evidence he had gathered over the past few months. Xavier and Ajax weren't around, so it was just the two of them.

Luke transferred many of the recordings he had collected to a voice recorder, which he would later present to the outcast police. He had to explain to Wednesday how to play audio on a MacBook. It was amusing to see how clumsy she was with technology. Strangely, she's bad at something.

"What good will it do to punish the Spellmans for these crimes? Will they stop trying to kill you? Once you leave Nevermore, they'll come after you again," Wednesday said, as she organized photos into polyethylene bags.

She then labeled each bag with information like the date, place of origin, etc. Luke hadn't only gotten photos of the original cult house. He had taken several pictures of Deacon and Amaranth while they watched Tyler at work or his home.

"They already tried to kill me last year. I hope with this, they'll wait until I graduate. I might be able to spend my last years in peace. Besides, the blow they'll take for these crimes won't be light," Luke replied.

That was one of the reasons why he was doing this, but the main reason was something else. If it became known that the Spellmans had tried to resurrect a normie who made deals with demons to kill Luke, in the future, when he presented evidence proving they had made deals with demons, it would be more easily accepted.

Plus, it was satisfying to damage the reputation of those bastards who thought they had already won the war. This could affect their position on the council, which would make things easier for Luke in the future.

"Mm," Wednesday nodded.

"After all this is over, it's best if we stop seeing each other," Luke said.

Wednesday stopped moving her hands and looked at Luke. "Why?"

"As you probably know, the Spellmans will attack anyone by my side. They killed my mother, who wasn't from the Poe family because she got involved in the war due to my father," Luke responded.

"My mother's family disowned her because if they got involved, they'd have to join the war. The same will happen with your family," Luke added.

He said this because his feelings had been a mess lately. He was in love with Enid, and they had made a promise to see each other again. Enid had hinted that she didn't care about facing Luke's enemies.

At first, Luke was hesitant to accept this, as he cared deeply about Enid's safety and didn't want to put her in danger, just like his father had done with his mother. But why was that wrong? It was Enid's choice to be with him. Enid was a thoughtful person, and if she understood the risks and accepted them, it wasn't Luke's decision to push her away. He'd rather have her by his side since he had fallen in love with her.

He wouldn't be like the typical fools who push their loved ones away when they want to stay. If they die in the attempt, then it's just bad luck. Luke would do everything he could to protect Enid as long as she was by his side.

As for Wednesday, he had strong feelings for her, but Enid had come first. He wouldn't betray Enid. He knew the harm he could cause if he did would be severe. If he hurt her, the guilt would eat him alive. Luke was someone who rarely felt guilt, but when he did, the effects were profound.

Wednesday was emotionally strong, though. Even though he'd noticed her getting closer to him, pushing her away now wouldn't cause her much emotional damage. Luke believed it was more likely that her ego would be bruised, and she'd want to kill him rather than suffer emotional pain or trauma.

As for polygamy? Luke had never even considered that option.

"I thought by now you'd realized that I couldn't care less about my family's opinion. Besides, my parents won't give a damn about getting involved in someone else's family feud,"

Wednesday said.

"But it's a war... It could endanger the very foundations of your family..." Luke said, trying to convince her.

"Even better. Who doesn't love wars? My uncle Fletcher will be thrilled," Wednesday replied, and Luke cursed himself for getting involved with this girl and her strange family.

The Addams family would be the only ones capable of accepting an outside war and being happy about it.

"I take responsibility for my actions, Luke. I don't need your macho protection. I'll personally rip the heads off your enemies if they dare attack me. It's been a long time since I've had guinea pigs. I need to test my new torture methods, and a couple of people will do just fine," Wednesday said with a slight macabre smile that would terrify most children.

However, Luke found what she said- and her smile-unbelievably attractive. He couldn't resist kissing her.

"Why so sudden?" Wednesday asked, accepting Luke's kiss. Slowly, she was getting used to his lips, and it was a pleasant sensation. Like placing clamp electrodes on the skin of someone firmly strapped to a chair with leather straps.

"Sorry. I liked your smile when you were talking about torturing the Spellmans," Luke said.

When he first saw Wednesday walk into his class, he never thought he would fall in love with this strange girl-though he was strange too.

"Oh, torture brings so much delight. I should teach you the art one of these days... Maybe we can use that faceless one," Wednesday suggested. Luke nodded, and they continued organizing the evidence.

It would be pointless to keep trying to push Wednesday away like that.

The next day, Luke arranged a meeting with Principal Weems. She would be the first person to whom he'd show the evidence. This was to catch Marilyn with her help and extract the normie teacher's memory with her approval.

Larissa couldn't believe everything Luke was telling her, but the evidence was convincing- especially the recordings of the hooded figures talking about the Hyde and Marilyn.

She couldn't view the memory extracts Luke had collected since she didn't have the device to

project thoughts.

Luke suggested that Larissa investigate Tyler's past, particularly who his normie father had married, as he must have wed an outcast. With access to all of Nevermore's records, it didn't take Larissa long to find information about Tyler's mother.

Tyler's mother was named Françoise Sylvanne, her maiden name. She married a normie who is currently the Sheriff of Jericho. The most surprising thing was that Larissa knew Françoise. She had been her classmate at Nevermore, along with Morticia and Luke's parents. She didn't know that Françoise was a Hyde, but after a few days of investigation, Larissa managed to find evidence proving that Françoise was indeed a Hyde. When she attended Nevermore during Larissa's time, everyone thought she was a violet-aura psychic. However, all of this was a fraud created by the headmaster at the time, who agreed to fabricate a false profile for her so she could live at Nevermore without being stigmatized for being a Hyde. In the early 1990s, Hydes was officially banned from attending Nevermore due to all the prejudice and the dangers that came with having such a creature in a school full of

teenagers.

Larissa gathered all this information at Luke's request. It would help provide complete evidence to the marginal police.

Finally, Larissa could rid herself of the murderer who had terrorized Jericho and placed Nevermore in a difficult situation. She never imagined it was a normie teacher she had hired herself. She needed to take care of this as soon as possible.

After about six days, Luke finally felt ready to extract Marilyn's memories. This time, they had Larissa's help, who arranged a 'friendly' meeting with the normie professor in her office late

at night.

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