Chapter 90: Everybody stupid? Yes



To distract the tourists Luke started a debate in which he questioned Crackstone’s mercy and pity. Of course with rude and disrespectful comments.

“Get out of this building, you rude boy!” exclaimed Arlene indignantly. She would not put up with Luke and Wednesday’s disrespectful comments for another second.

“You have no valid arguments to counter me, so you use your power as the authority figure of this place. Fine,” Luke said calmly, walking out of the place. He saw Wednesday with the book in her hands, the strange thing was that she was standing in place, flipping through the book instead of running away.

Three minutes after Luke had been ejected from the cult building, Wednesday came out followed by Arlene.

“You can’t go back in! If there are objects in display cases there’s a reason!” exclaimed Arlen angrily, slamming the door shut.

“Why did you let them catch you?” asked Luke with a raised eyebrow.

“The book is a fake. A cheap replica bought from a place called Etsy. I doubt that’s an excluded settler,” Wednesday replied.

“Etsy is an e-commerce company. Since you don’t use technology, you don’t know it,” Luke said.

“The screaming fake pilgrim said they stole the original. I doubt that’s a coincidence,” commented Wednesday with a frown.

“Why do you want that book?” asked Luke.

“In one of the paintings, a woman is holding that book. The name of the book is Codex Umbrarum. It’s Latin for Book of Shadows. We came here to look for objects that contain useful information from Crackstone. I think a book falls into that category, don’t you?” said Wednesday.

‘I don’t suppose she’s going to tell me she has visions,’ thought Luke nodding.

“Now what? Shall we go around and see if we can find anything?” asked Luke.

‘In the house of worship should be all the important objects, but… it wouldn’t hurt to take a walk around so we don’t skip anything,’ thought Wednesday.

“Let’s take a walk,” nodded Wednesday, starting to walk.

An hour later, they walked around Pilgrim World. They found nothing useful. The information the employees were telling was false. Saying that Crackstone and his followers were good people with no evil.

The only good thing for Luke in this lost time and this farce since he knew about Crackstone, was chatting with Wednesday about various topics such as: novels, murders, and about the prophecy itself.

Luke never thought there would come a day when he would talk so much with Wednesday. Though her comments were always blunt and radical.

“Well. We need to find the person who stole the book. I guess it will have something to do with the murders,” Luke commented, sitting on the edge of the path that was made of wood. Wednesday was, sitting next to him in silent thought.

“Do you think that person is the one controlling the Hyde?” asked Wednesday, turning her head like a robot and looking at Luke.

‘It is,’ Luke thought. He knew the person who stole the book was Marilyn. The Book of Shadows belonged to Goody Addams. In that book, she explained how to bring a person back to life in zombie form.

‘Funny… Marilyn will revive Crackstone using the book of witchcraft of the person who sealed him,’ Luke thought with a hand on his chin.

Now that he thinks about it, the person who created such a bloody ritual was Goody. That is to say that to revive a person in zombie form you must murder several people and mutilate them. Using those body parts in the ritual. Very dark and creepy.

“Luke?” said Wednesday, since the boy wasn’t responding.

“Oh, sorry. If we confirm the theory that the Hyde is being controlled, which makes the most sense, the person who stole the book is likely involved. Think about it. Pilgrim World has been open for decades. The original book should have been in that display case a long time ago. Just now it gets stolen, and murders start happening in Jericho, a Hyde on the loose and a prophecy that features a genocidal pilgrim,” Luke said.

“That’s true. I’m amazed at your level of deduction,” Wednesday said looking at Luke like a weirdo.

“Did you think I was stupid…?” asked Luke with an odd expression.

“I wouldn’t use the word stupid, but yes. I usually think that about everyone I meet,” said Wednesday.

‘That’s why you don’t have any friends. Well, who am I to talk about friends?’ thought Luke.

Wednesday in a conversation was direct and did not hold back when speaking. Many times she would end up insulting you or your beliefs directly or indirectly, although she didn’t do it on purpose. It was what she believed, and she said it. Luke didn’t care and could take her comments. He talked that way too, so he wouldn’t get mad if someone told him for example that Carrie’s movie was garbage.

Who would say that last bit offhandedly to the writer of said work?

“Well, it was just logical reasoning. It’s not too hard to come to that conclusion,” Luke said. He didn’t want to take credit for something he already knew from watching the series. “Maybe so, but look at Xavier and Enid. They know about the prophecy. They heard Rowan say that Nevermore would be destroyed by me and that you were involved too. However, they did nothing. They go on with their colorful, happy teenage lives. That’s what I mean by stupid. Usually, everyone would act that way,” Wednesday said.

‘You’re insulting my ex-girlfriend and my friend,’ Luke thought but said nothing. He understood Wednesday’s reasoning.

At that moment, Wednesday began to notice Thing’s jerky shoulder movements as he seemed to have had enough of hiding.

Wednesday looked around, and there was no one there. There was only them. It was a remote part of the Pilgrim World with no major attraction, so she let Thing out to get some air.

Luke watched Thing curiously. It was the first time he had seen a hand move on its own.

Thing was also watching him. He was curious about the person who could talk so long with his mistress. It was the first time he had witnessed something of this caliber.

“Was he ever attached to a human body or did he originate as an independent creature?” asked Luke, observing Thing lying on Wednesday’s delicate shoulder.

“Its nature is a mystery to me. My parents won’t tell me, and he won’t talk about it either no matter how much torture I perform. I deduce that he’s some kind of independent creature, since he’s not the only one I saw,” Wednesday replied.

“Oh, I wonder how he reproduces. With any specific finger? Or does it have a hole that isn’t visible unless he shows it?” Luke said, and Thing pulled his middle finger out.

“He’s sensitive to those issues. Don’t let his rude behavior anger you,” Wednesday said, looking sideways at Thing’s middle finger pointed at Luke’s face.

‘If your personality doesn’t make me angry, I doubt Thing who can’t talk will’ Luke thought.

Luke and Wednesday heard the sound of several footsteps. They turned their heads and noticed three boys dressed as pilgrims heading towards them.

‘Those are the normie bullies from the show,’ thought Luke with little interest in some

normies.

In the series, Wednesday beat the three of them up. Three guys want to beat up a girl who’s 5’5″ tall. Even the bullies at his school couldn’t bring themselves to be so brazen. Their auras

could never recover from such a thing again.

“Hey you two,” said the mayor’s son. His name is Lucas Walker. His skin is black, with black eyes and black hair. He wore a black top hat and monochromatic robes from the Pilgrim era. His two friends were dressed alike.

“What do you want pilgrim?” asked Luke, standing up. He knew these three idiots were coming looking for trouble. The best thing to do would be to beat them up quickly and leave

Pilgrim World.

“We heard what they said in the worship building. You insulted these lands and Crackstone,”

said a stocky, pot-bellied boy. His name is Carter.

“Oh yeah… so?” asked Luke with a raised eyebrow.

“You must take it back and then take a beating!” said the other boy. This boy was the tallest of

the group. His name was Jonah.

“Pff…” Luke couldn’t hold back a laugh as he looked at the group of normies in front of him.

“What are you laughing at, weirdo? We know you’re Luke Poe, the writer who goes to that weirdo school,” Walker asked with a frown.

“Sorry,” Luke said, taking a breath and putting on a straight face. Then a sneer appeared on

his face.

“Three pathetically dressed people say they want to beat me up. Do you understand why I’m laughing, you idiot?” said Luke taking a step forward and looking at the mayor’s son. His

height is superior, so his gaze is downward.

“Who you calling an idiot?” exclaimed Walker angrily, throwing a punch at Luke.

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