Chapter 6: Jericho



Hi everyone. I wanted to clarify that there is no Crossover in the story. I only used the last name Spellman because I liked it. That’s all.

The trip was long, but Luke was enjoying it. It was soothing to watch the scenery while traveling comfortably. The only bad thing was that he didn’t have headphones to listen to music. It sucked to be poor.

He could have traveled by train, but he decided to pay for a long-distance bus, for convenience. Although it was a bit more expensive, it was the first time he had ever indulged in luxury in this life. For this, he was “saving” all the time he was spending at the orphanage and planning his escape plan.

As for his crazy ancestor, he was resting inside the necklace. It seemed he couldn’t be out for twenty-four hours. He had to replenish energy, and his time outside was limited. He could go out for about four hours.

On the trip, Luke thought about many things. In two months, he would start his ninth-grade year at Nevermore if accepted. According to Edgar, they were going to accept him yes or yes. And it doesn’t matter that he ran away from his orphanage. He said that outcasts help each other and even more so if you have the last name Poe.

He also thought about the story that unfolds in the Wednesday series. From what he remembers, Wednesday enters Nevermore at the age of 16, so that would still be two and a half years away, as she enters in the middle of the year.

‘How strong will a Hyde be?’ thought Luke.

Hyde was a horrible monster with great strength and was one of the antagonists of the series. A boy who appeared to be a normie was one and was controlled by the main antagonist.

‘I don’t remember his name… but if I see him, I should recognize him,’ Luke thought, looking out the window. Remembering exact things from his past life was much more difficult, and it seemed his photographic memory wasn’t entirely effective.

Though if he tried hard, he might be able to remember it. He must take tests.

The first person to unlock the true nature of a Hyde would make him a slave to this person, developing a primal loyalty to him. However, Luke had no plans to do this as long as the main antagonist hadn’t already done so.

Who wanted to keep a horrible monster as a pet? He’d beat it to a pulp with his powers on sight.

The bus he was riding on stopped, and a shout was heard, “This will be the last stop! If you want to relieve yourselves or buy something, do it now!”

Several people started to get off the bus. Luke did too. His butt hurt from sitting for so long. At the stop besides a gas station, there were a couple of stores. Luke headed for the bathroom, when he came out, he noticed that one of the stores was a bookstore.

‘Mm… Let’s see how much money I have left,’ Luke thought, taking out his wallet and starting to count the money.

The wallet was old like all his belongings. He stole it from a homeless man in Boston who wanted to rob him. A homeless man wanted to rob an 11-year-old boy, what he didn’t expect was that the boy had telekinetic powers. Tough luck for that homeless guy.

Since it was night Luke decided to use his powers, besides no one would believe a homeless man was on drugs.

‘Five hundred and fifty-five dollars, not bad at all,’ Luke thought. Before the trip, he managed to get a few dollars for his bike, as it would be too difficult to take it with him.

He decided to go into the bookstore and buy some books to read for the rest of the trip. As he opened the door he heard a bell. The store manager was an elderly man. He looked at Luke since he was the only customer at this hour.

Luke noticed that he looked at him with suspicion, as his looks were not good at all, and it was obvious that he was very young, so it was hard to believe that he had money to buy a book or that with his age he reads books considering the technological age.

“Hi… I want to buy the book Carrie by Stephen King,” said Luke, approaching the counter.

This horror book by Stephen King was very famous and was about a girl who awakened her psychic powers because she was being bullied at school. The girl could no longer contain her rage in one last prank unleashing her powers and ending up with the murder of over 400 people.

Luke wondered if Stephen King like Poe was an outcast with psychic powers. Most likely he is. Carrie could have been inspired by an outcast living with normies who in the end ended up exploding and murdering everyone.

“Stephen King? Who is that writer? We don’t have any books by him here,” said the old man with a puzzled expression.

“What…? You don’t know It? Misery? The Shining?” asked Luke, who also had a puzzled look on his face.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, kid. We don’t have any of those books here,” said the old man shaking his head.

Luke walked out of the bookstore with a strange expression on his face and the Bram Stoker’s Dracula book. It cost him $9.99.

Wasting no time, he logged on to the gas station’s free internet. He googled Stephen King. Nothing. Nothing came up. No It, no Carrie, nothing.

“No way…” muttered Luke. Stephen King didn’t exist in this world or at least he hadn’t become famous like in his past life.

In his past life, Stephen King was equally or more famous than Edgar Allan Poe and considered a master of horror. Unlike his actual ancestor (Edgar), Stephen King amassed a fortune of approximately $500 million.

500 fucking million dollars!

His books were adapted into film, and on TV, and they were smash hits and continued to be smash hits. Luke was a big Stephen fan. Because he lived in an orphanage and saved money, he never decided to buy Stephen books.

He now had an unethical thought in his mind. Maybe he shouldn’t become a mercenary and misuse his powers to get money.

All he should do is copy Stephen King’s novels and publish them as if he had written them and become a millionaire.

Luke boarded the bus with a smile rarely seen on his face. He had read almost all of Stephen King’s novels. The problem was how exactly to remember all the details and how the novel

was written.

If he were a normal person, it would be impossible to copy them as Stephen King wrote them, but he was not a normal person. He had psychic powers, and his mind was more advanced and complex than that of an ordinary human.

‘I must find a way to remember when I read Stephen’s novels… and be able to copy them perfectly,’ Luke thought.

When he is settled in Jericho, he will try some deep meditation to remember things from the past perfectly. He was confident he could pull it off since he has a photographic memory. Only in memories of his past life, it didn’t work so well.

‘Maybe Edgar has some useful method,’ Luke thought, looking at the black metal necklace around his neck.

As it was still an hour to Jericho, Luke started reading Bram Stoker’s Dracula book. “Bram Stoker is a good writer, not as good as me. Although we had some similarities,” said Edgar Allan Poe, coming out of the necklace and looking at the book in Luke’s hands. “Were you from the same era?” asked Luke, looking up from the book. Luckily, next to him, he had no one, so he could converse with the ghost of his great-great-grandfather. “No. Stoker was just a boy when I died in 1849. But in training my heirs I became acquainted with his works and was able to read them,” Edgar replied.

“Since 1849 you’ve been training people, and they all die?” asked Luke, looking at the ghost with judging eyes. He didn’t seem to be a very good teacher.

That was about 170 years or so.

“Like me, Stoker was not able to live comfortably on his great work, Dracula. His works gained recognition and a lot of money after his death. His heirs made a lot of money because of him. Much like my story,” Edgar said, ignoring Luke.

“Where is my money? I don’t have a penny from your inheritance. The only thing I had left was an old house in a neighborhood of hobos and drug addicts,” Luke commented with a

grimace.

“My works are over a hundred and fifty years old. What did you expect to live off of them? Not have to work more and be a bum all your life? No, young man. You would have been born earlier for that. Blame your parents, grandparents, uncles, and so on, not me,” Edgar said. Luke said nothing. His crazy ancestor was right. He went back to reading his book which cost

him a lot of money.

Reading about Dracula in a world where vampires exist is very different from doing so when you think it’s all fiction. Was Dracula a story based on true events?

Finally, Luke arrived in Jericho. It’s a small, rural American town with many stores, boutiques, and notable landmarks dating back to the Pilgrim era.

Luke liked the place. It was quaint. He was getting tired of the big city of Boston. It was nice for a change of air and a town that was cleaner and more connected to nature. “So, what now? I don’t think the academy is open. It’s vacation,” Luke said, looking at Edgar,

who was watching Jericho with a nostalgic look on his face.

“Don’t compare Nevermore Academy to the other normie schools. There’s always someone working to improve the school and the condition of the outcasts. Let’s go. I’m sure we’ll find

someone,” Edgar said, as he led Luke towards the Academy.

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