Why You Shouldn't Curse Your Student - Marilyn Thornhill

Chapter 31 (The End)

Marilyn POV

The sight is horrible to look at, but I can't take my eyes off her. I'm afraid if I do, she might leave me. All I could do was watch May's father healing her, the large wound on her torso slowly stop bleeding and start to heal, leaving behind a huge scar. Her eye, on the other hand, was harder to heal, it has always been like that.

"Marshall? What going on?" a masculine voice came from behind us, it was the Sheriff, he came with 5 more men.

"The brunette girl over there, she is the monster you're looking for!" I point at Kara, who passed out near a fallen tree "Another girl over too, she fought with the monster"

"Tony, bring the brunette back. Ritchie, take care of the other girl. The others follow me to Nevermore!" he shouted.

I turn back to May. This happened to her all because of me. If I could just reverse the time, I will never work with Thomas. He probably planned this, he wanted May to be gone. That bastard!

"Marilyn, I'm gonna take her to the hospital. Do you want to come?" Mr. Marshall looked up at me.

"No, I'm returning to Nevermore, the kids are still in there!" I reply.

"Okay" he teleported himself and May away.

I run back to Nevermore, Thomas and I have some unfinished business.

Larissa POV

For some reason I don't know, I'm not dead.

My body is still paralyzed, it getting colder and colder as time went on.

The time just pass by and I still can't move my body, everything I see is just darkness.

I thought Marilyn killed me, she looked like she really meant it.

Why am I still alive?

"Merlin, over here!"

Someone yelled, I don't know who they are, I just know that there were 1 or 2 people stormed in, one of them carried me away, a boy.

My body is aching like hell, especially my neck and my head. The whole world around me is like spinning. When they lay me down, someone held me tight, their hands is cold, colder than my body temperature. Something like water dripped on my face, I can hear their voice calling for me. But I have a ringing in my ears, their voice just slowly faded and everything went silent.

Wednesday POV

The heavy sword felt so light in my hands, every time I swing it toward the ugly pilgrim, I can feel myself become stronger. Not physically. I feel anger, a temper I've never felt in me. I had never been filled with such emotion before. It's like a lake of gasoline in the middle of a wildfire. But I'm not complaining, because I'm that wildfire.

I dodge his staff, jump up and kick his head, the "naked mole rat" stumbled back a bit but didn't fall. He growled and strikes back, the crystal on his staff glowed, then my body was lifted as if someone grabbed my neck. I can't breathe, this would feel so much better if it wasn't Crackstone.

The dizziness kicked in fast, I can't hold my breath any longer.

This is not good.

*Bang! Bang! Bang!*

3 gunshots. All aim at Crackstone's chest, as he took a few steps back, I fall down, my head hitting the ground first. I try to look at the person that shot him, standing on the other side of the quad, Laurel Gates.

"How dare you... me! I knew... -re that monster's whore!" his voice sounded distant and unclear, maybe because of the impact of the fall.

He came to her, used his power to shove her to the wall. On the other side, Bianca quietly snuck up behind Crackstone when he was distracted by Laurel. I get up and grab my sword, we both strike at the same time, Bianca locking his staff and I aim for his heart.