"You think the monster shouldn't be a student?" Wednesday asked looking at me while we were both under the pale hue of the moon.
After Ajax petrified himself I thankfully heard him scream and undid the thing after just a second, he rushed out to have a date with Enid and I took the time to meet up with Wednesday after we were both pointed at for the Pilgrim world mess.
We did it,but we were sure none had proof so we walked out with only a warning and an angry Larissa Weems.
"I mean, if you take the schedules, there's the moment where it attacks and then dips completely. But everyone is doing a thing and no one from the school has said anything." I said explaining my reasoning.
"You mean that every moment they've showed up, the chances of it being a student were low." She repeated my argument giving it thought, the moments when it showed up recently it has been during events.
Even when Nevermore students were attendants, no one seemed to dissappear before and after the attack, and there were people from Jericho. And thinking about the harvest festival:there were mostly teenagers.
"So we must keep our eyes closed for the thing being either an outsider without trace or-"
"A 'normie' " She completed my words, the thing looking pretty obvious now.
"..."
We didn't say nothing more as while the moon only keep rising up into the sky, it shining over her silhouette as she rested her arms on the guards of the terrace.
"Dante."
I straightened up feeling how her tone completely changed, even her cold devoid of life tones to speak were somehow more or less intense.
This is completely off the chart.
"Yes, Wednesday?" I asked, nervous even about whatever words could come out of her mouth.
"Tell me about your past." She said looking back at me, straight to the eyes.
"Why would yo-"
"I told you one of the most important moments of my life, accepted I was being condescending and with only will I held myself from outright asking whenever you slipped one or two words."
I looked down at her, her eyes shinning towards mine while she kept the distance as close as posible, her cold face somehow beautiful like this, but the idea of even starting to tell her everything terrific.
"Wednesday I don't believe you'd want to-"
"You believe wrong."
"Ugh..." I let out a scoff looking away defeated, as one who talks about fairness I wouldn't be if I wasn't able to tell her something.
"It's 15 years long and ended 2 months ago..."
"So I'll tell you about my power, then later I'll tell you about my past..."
"Why not b-"
"No." I cut her before she could've said anything,I wasn't going to be pulled down to saying everything, at least not with the idea I had to show it to her in the future.
"Can we enter first? I want to sit while I tell you." I said opening the window,her going first and then me.
I saw how she moved a chair aside a bit close to her cello, and then sat down on the chair in front of her desk, starting to write in the typewriter.
"You're listening?" I asked while sitting down on the chair aside from her.
"Fully listening."
"Well I always was able to do this reverse trick, but it takes a few steps that normally take time depending on the complexity."
"First is the analysis, where my power reads completely from atom to atom the thing, depending how complex it is it could take more or less time, also if I analyzed something close or the a copy, it would take a lot less."
"Side note that to analyze I must understand what I'm looking at,which is why I took so many times in what I'm about to tell you." I said and I saw how she wrote slower during seconds before continuing at her normal pace.
"Then it's the scale, I must think how much of how far I'm going to reverse the thing, it can be reversed in many directions to the point it's almost like creating things out of nowhere, if the object is like just one thing, like just one element." I said raising a golden needle from my pocket.
"It's easy because it's just one material, it's the same thing without small changes, but things that are organic or really complex having a lot of things are a lot harder."
"This power is..."
"Incredible." She responded.
"Yes but I was raised like a rat, an experiment, the people who kept me don't have a name nor a label, but they worked with the government, they were trying to push me to be able to revive and create some sort or pseudo-inmortality, bringing back people ages..."
"They pushed around all kinds of experiments,drugs,torture,psychological or physical or both, use me, put in situations where a mind would break a thousand times." I said looking down at the ground.
"And I toughed it out, but never came even close to be able to revive people, which funny enough would be likely the same thing as killing them instantly, which is why I thought that maybe if they kept the torture I would be able to kill them all, or myself in the case."
"Only keeping myself tied to hope thanks to another one." I said brushing my finger on my chest.
"Another one like me, unkillable, we talked through a thin enough wall, and she told me a lot of the world, obviously not everything but I grew to understand that where I was wasn't actually a life."
The typewriter stopped, her hands over the mechanical machine as she turned the chair to look at me fully, her attention now only on me.
"Who was her?"
"I don't know, she never said something personal, only that she had a child , and that she was there because she was bored of life, so I believe she lived far more than anyone."
"If she was with you, and you're telling me you're out of that place, where is she?"
"Dead. Or I believe." I said with half a smirk, telling her an immortal being like me being dead confusing her entirely.
"Well we're immortal because we reverse ourselves up, so even if I got completely destroyed to even atomic level, I would come back from a rotten part of me forgotten around, like a hair or dead skin, even saliva would do the trick, but it can consciously do it with such small things so far away of me."
"So you believe she got completely destroyed and came back somewhere?"
"I believe she was able to understand how to reverse life itself, and surely the only fate for someone who suffered so much was to shut it up." I said clenching my hands in tight fists.
"I don't know If she came back or completely died, but I fully want the second one to be truth because it means I could die at some point after figuring that out." Spite grew from my mouth to my words as I spoke with only venom, my mind filled with the hate I had for my entire life until now.
"You seriously can't think like that, such gift wasted because you suffered, but if you think far ahead, 15 years of misery won't compared what a lifetime of joy could be." She responded to me, her words cutting right through me as I looked down again, spiraling down to thoughts I never had.
She was right, it isn't fair to scale the start of my life for what's to come, it's like closing a book because the first 20 words seemed boring, I hated books when I read one the first time, but now I stay reading them all the time.
I stood up and looked down at the sitting girl in front of me, suddenly feeling a knot inside of my brain going away, my eyes watering just slightly.
She stood up too and looked up at me, too close, her eyes suddenly too pretty to look away.
My hands reaching to her shoulders and I leaned in for a hug.
"Thank you..." I whispered tightly hugging her.
"Get off." She said back, her arms closing around my chest simply contradicting herself.
"Make me promise something..." I said to her ear before pulling away of the hug.
"You want me to make you promise?"
"Yeah..." I said scratching the nap of my neck, suddenly the feelings towards her were completely clear, I loved her, and I'll make sure to appreciate the most worthy thing I had.
"Make me promise that I'll protect you no matter what, no matter if the reason is self inflicted, make me promise I'll spare you of sudden death's graze." I said with my hands on her shoulders.
"Why would you want that? What do you earn?" She asked confused in a low tone, even when the proposal was only beneficial for her, somehow she felt worried about him, the idea of feeling worried about an inmortal bring stirring inside of her because it wasn't logical at all.
"Because my life is worthless, I could die millions of times making every death just more worthless than the other, but you die and it's all gone, but I only feel the need to fully care about yours..."
"Be explicit, I don't like these feelings riddles..."
"I mean that I've been really fair, only killing those who deserved and saving everyone else, but with you I don't care about morals or what's right or wrong..."
"I want you to promise to me..."
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