"Goody? What the hell are you doing in my head?" (Y/N) asks the spirit.
"The moment Wednesday hit you with the necklace in hand, I immediately transferred every last bit of my remaining power inside you." (Y/N) scoffed.
"So you're gonna kill me from within. Smart. Did you know this? About me being a Gates? Being descendant of Crackstone?"
"Yes. At the Gates mansion, when Wednesday puts her hand on you, I felt the same connection between you and Crackstone. I thought you're the enemy."
"Well I am now." (Y/N) turned watching the vision of Yoko being choked.
"If I free you from his control, will you help Wednesday save the school?" Goody asks the boy gaining his attention.
"Depends. I can't be trusted right?" The boy looked at her.
"It's the 21st century, and you and Crackstone bring hundred years old grudge to the modern era. So what, I'm not supposed to fall in love with her just because our ancestors cursed each other? Get real Goody, not that you're real. But still, it's fucked up." Goody let out a sigh.
"My family, my mother was burned to death by that guy."
"Yeah well, my mother drugged me, and turned me into a killing machine for her dead hero, who happens to be my ancestor. But things happened for a reason. We're here now. Time to put an end to the hundreds years blood war. I'm counting on you Goody. Please, free me so I can kick that crooked up MJ." Goody takes in his words. It was filled with sincerity, honesty, and pride. Her spectral body slowly strides towards him.
"Give Wednesday my regards. This is my last bit of energy. After this, you guys will never see me again."
"Roger that."
(Y/N) regained control over his body again. He let go of Yoko who followed by a kick to his abdominal causing him to fall flat on the ground.
"Hey! What gives!?" He sat up looking at the vampire. His eyes has returned back to normal. Yoko assumed her fighting stance, with Kent and Divina got to her side.
"Which one are you?" Divina who also assumed her fighting stance, asks the question.
"The crazy one maybe? It's been a long day, and I haven't have dinner yet." (Y/N) got up on his feet. He checks his wounds as they are slowly closing themselves. Xavier approach him looking at his eyes. A sigh of relief for the taller male.
"Please don't shifts around. It's confusing." (Y/N) scroffed before turning his attention towards Bianca and Wednesday who are still fighting Crackstone.
"Get some fire extinguishers." (Y/N) says.
"Why?"
"Dude's been dead for centuries. We used that to our advantage. Use the fire extinguisher to distract him, and I'll find a way to steal the staff."
"Sounds childish." Kent says.
"Well you got a better plan? A gun would be nice." (Y/N) looked at him annoyed.
They exit the quad while Wednesday and Bianca continue their assaults on Crackstone.
"I will not be subdued!! Tonight, the lot of you will perish!!" Crackstone struck his staff on the ground, controlling the flame around using them as torpedo to attack the two students.
The other four nightshade students returned with fire extinguisher in hand surrounding him.
He turned looking at them dumbfounded.
"Now!!!" On Xavier's order, they squeezed the lever, blowing white powder at the target. Crackstone was taken aback from the sudden assaults.
He angryly struck his staff again causing a massive shockwave sending all four of them several feets away from him.
"Thy tricks won't work!!!" While his guard is down, (Y/N) came from behind, snatched the staff from his hand. Crackstone turned at him.
"Foolish child! Give it back! You have no idea how powerful that is." (Y/N) is checking out the staff.
"Uh....I don't think so. So much for being an outcast hater, you sure relied a lot on their power. Or is it because you're an outcast yourself?" (Y/N) pointed the staff at Crackstone, he could feel some sort of energy channeling inside him.
"No!!!!" Crackstone could feel the gravity is pressing down on him until he eventually get on his knee. Bianca and Wednesday got to (Y/N)'s side.
"I'll take it from here." Wednesday looked at him. He let Crackstone free from the gravity suppression.
"Fuck it." He grabbed the knife from Wednesday's hand, walking towards the mummy and stabbed it against his chest.
"No more mister nice guy. And this is for Wednesday." (Y/N) looked dead into his eyes before twisting the knife in hand.
Slowly, Crackstone's chest begin burning before his body turned to ashes and slowly dissapear into thin air. (Y/N) turned around and looked at Wednesday, who's wearing a displeasing face.
"What? You're gonna get salty about me stealing kill now?" Wednesday cross arms looking dead at him.
"Not tonight. But I will get you back for this. Maybe I'll have you wear the necklace for one full day, see if you survive the shock." (Y/N) chuckled.
"Goody send her regards."
"What?"
"She used her remaining energy to free me from his control. She's gone now."
Wednesday frowned at the statement.
"Well, at least we win this one. We definitely have the weirdest teenage life in the history of humanity." Xavier arrived patting (Y/N) on his shoulder.
"Guys!" Ajax arrived almost naked, carrying an injured Enid, who's wearing most of his oversized clothes.
"Wednesday!" As soon as Ajax set her down, she immediately rushed towards her roommate and gives her a bear hug. Pride be damned. Wednesday returned the hugs fully embracing it. Weems approached them.
"Where have you been anyway? You missed all the action." (Y/N) told the tall lady.
"Principal Weems is outside the school, checking on everyone." Bianca replied.
"All the students and teachers are safe, except for one particular." (Y/N)'s expression changes at the thought of his mother as everyone was looking at him.
*Click!
Laurel walks in on the group with a gun pointing at the center particularly Wednesday who pushed Enid to her back. Everyone is tensed except for Wednesday and (Y/N).
"You brought a gun to a sword fight. That's the smartest decision you've made in your life."
"I can't eliminate all of the outcast. But you will do." (Y/N) walks in front of Wednesday between his mother and her.
"It's over. You lost."
"I've lost enough. Clearly you would understand. Yet you choose her over me. I've always despised you (Y/N). Not once have you ever live up to my expectations. You're the biggest mistake I've ever made I my life!!" Laurel is tearing up despite what she said and so is (Y/N).
"One last chance. Move." She ordered her son.
"No." Was the only word (Y/N) could said.
"Marilyn...." Weems was cut off just as she's about to speak.
"My name is Laurel!!!!" She pulled the trigger. (Y/N) closed his eyes accepting his fate.
*BANG!
A moment later, (Y/N) opened his eyes to see Xavier and Bianca on the ground tending to Principal Weems who's shot in the chest. Blood stains her dress.
"Principal Weems!!" The other students are shocked at what they saw. Bianca tries to apply pressure to her wounds to no effect.
Slowly, Principal Weems is losing consciousness. 'Ken. It seems like I'll be joining you soon' was the last thing she thought before she succumbed to her injuries. The students are panicked and scared.
Laurel then take aim at Wednesday who was standing beside (Y/N) at the moment. Both of them are looking at her, Wednesday with her angry, frustrated eyes whereas (Y/N) with his watery, sorrowful eyes.
Suddenly a swarm of bees swirl around Laurel causing her to scream. It was Eugene who just barely made it back despite his injuries.
"Hummers stick together." He walks up to Wednesday giving her a faint smile. Wednesday then slowly walks to the woman in front.
*BANG! *BANG.
Panic, Laurel fires some shots at the bees that begin to stung her mercilessly before she falls to the ground. Wednesday walks toward her and knocked her out with a stomp to the head. She felt so relieved before her roomate's cried caught her attention.
"(Y/N)!!" Wednesday turned around, she saw Enid and Ajax was beside (Y/N) who's laying on the ground. One of Laurel's shot hit his abdominal. Wednesday immediately rushed to his side and put pressure on his wound.
'Please. Not him.'
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Part 31 is done. The battle is over. And now, to the aftermath. Where will you go?