Wednesday: The Strongest Psychic

Chapter 5: What!?

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Luke with his bike and a ghost following him everywhere, went to a gas station convenience store, to buy some food. He was very hungry. He hadn't been able to eat breakfast.

On the way, he told Edgar just enough about how he ended up getting kicked out of school and running away from the orphanage. He told him about his parents, who died when he was very young, although he already knew this.

According to Edgar strong men are raised without parents, a peculiar thought.

"Do you have any money?" asked Edgar as Luke entered the store. He could see the look of his great-great...-grandson, and he didn't look like someone with a lot of money.

"Yes," Luke replied dryly. He didn't want other people to see him talking to the air and take him for a crazy person. According to what Edgar told him, only Luke can see him since he has Poe's blood, and he has the necklace.

Luke looked for a seat in the back and was as lonely as possible. He ordered a can of cold coke and a pizza all to himself. Today was a special occasion. He would treat himself.

When he had the pizza on the table, he began to devour it at great speeds, as if it were the last dinner. Edgar watched him with a look of envy. It had been a long time since he had been able to savor a delicious meal.

"So, tell me. Who are your mortal enemies?" asked Luke.

"In due time you will know. The first thing is to find a safe place, where you can train and continue your studies," replied Edgar.

"Continue my studies?" asked Luke in disgust. He had no plans to go back to school. With psychic powers as strong as his if he continued his studies, he would be an idiot.

"I won't go back. The school has nothing useful to teach me," added Luke.

"I'm not talking about those normies schools," said Edgar in disgust at the mention of normal schools.

'Normies...?' thought Luke with a raised eyebrow, looking at his great-great-grandfather. It was a very current term, for a person from the 1800's to use. In internet slang, Normie was used to refer to very normal, stereotypical things. For example, Brad and his girlfriend.

"So, what school are you referring to?" asked Luke curious.

"Nevermore Academy," replied Edgar with a mysterious smile. Luke, who was about to take a bite of a piece of pizza froze.

'What!?' thought Luke. His expression on the outside remained unperturbed.

He had heard that name before. Thirteen years ago, and a bit more to be exact. When he died mysteriously, one of the last series he watched was: Wednesday.

It's about Wednesday Addams a gothic, shady girl who attends Nevermore Academy while trying to solve a mystery and confront a mad pilgrim returning from the grave.

In this series are the outcasts who attend this academy. There are psychics, werewolves, gargoyles, vampires, and several others.

He finally found out what world he was in. He never thought he would be in Wednesday's world. The prank of filling the ballroom with shit through the sprinklers he got from this series.

In the series, a group of normies do the same thing, but instead of shit they use red paint and ruin the Nevermore Academy dance.

'Now that I remember, at Nevermore Academy there's a statue of Edgar Allan Poe...' thought Luke.

"Why so quiet?" asked Edgar with a strange look on his face. He still hadn't explained anything about the school to him.

"It's nothing... it just seemed like a strange name," said Luke, snapping back to reality. "What's the difference between that school and another one?" asked Luke, playing dumb. "Nevermore is an academic institution that educates all kinds of outcasts. Vampires, sirens, psychics, gorgons, werewolves, and many more. The perfect place to hone your psychic skills. I was a great student. I even have a statue," Edgar explained with an air of smugness.

"My father went to that academy?" asked Luke.

"Yes. I accompanied him and trained him just like your grandfather. He was a great psychic; too bad he wasn't strong enough," replied Edgar sadly.

"Is your training effective...? You don't seem like much of a teacher if everyone ends up dying," asked Luke, looking doubtfully at the ghost.

"Of course it's effective!" exclaimed Edgar indignantly.

"Only those dirty Spellman Family people made deals with demons!" he added with hatred and a vein in his forehead.

'Demons...? Spellman family?' thought Luke. There wasn't much talk of demons in the series. The only thing he could relate to was the mad pilgrim Joseph Crackstone when he came back to life after hundreds of years and had a half-demonic appearance.

"It's weird that you hate demons with the stories and tales you used to write," Luke commented.

"There are limits to everything. Those who make deals with demons are already against humanity. That idiot Crackstone had to have gone after them," said Edgar.

"Or is it true that he made deals with demons... Peculiar for a normie," Edgar muttered with a thoughtful look.

"What are the demons? And who are the Spellmans?" asked Luke, curious.

"Ujum... I've said too much. By now you should know that you are up against people who have demons on their side, and they are very powerful. You must go to Nevermore and begin your education as soon as possible. We will start training right there," Edgar said, clearing his voice.

Luke frowned. The Wednesday series didn't talk about this at all. There was no successor to Poe or maybe they didn't show him in the episodes, or he died early. His birth had changed a

lot of things.

"Nevermore is the safest place. They'll accept you right away as soon as they know you're a Poe," Edgar said when he saw that Luke didn't speak.

"I'll go. Won't it draw attention if I go with the last name Poe?" asked Luke. It wouldn't do any good to draw the attention of his demon-aided pursuers.

"Yes, but it doesn't matter. It's been thirteen years since you were born, sooner rather than later they'll find you. It's better to be in Nevermore. They won't try to do anything if you're there. Since just like us they are outcasts. They won't attack an outcast academy," Edgar

replied.

"Maybe for a few years they will let me study in peace, but what will I do when I have to leave Nevermore? Most likely if they know, I'm there they will have me surrounded and will attack as soon as I leave...," said Luke.

"You are quite cautious. Don't worry. Your father and grandfather were able to escape quietly.

I have my ways," said Edgar confidently.

"If you say so..." said Luke, turning his attention back to his rich pizza.

After finishing his luxurious meal. Luke used the gas station's internet to log onto Google Maps and set himself the route he needed to take to get to Nevermore.

He had to travel 210 miles to get to Jericho. The town where Nevermore Academy was located.

If he used his bike to get there, it would take him 21 hours, not counting rest. He would be 10kg lighter. He had to use public transportation and spend some of the money he had saved. He paid for his pizza and coke and began his journey to Nevermore Academy.

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