Another chapter! Sorry the last one took such a long time.

"I have been communicating with Enid in secret for quite a while now, it takes me by surprise that I happen to agree with just about every one of her thoughts about your relationship, Wednesday. Her opinions are reasonable and honest, after the forever expanding conversations we have been having, my curiosity has grown.

Thoughts and theories have extended as we widened each other's eyes. I have got to say, after meeting you, her intelligence has grown along the path of darkness. It's honestly nice of you to give her the key to the true world of reality, a world where only negativity exists, I've never thought I'd ever agree with you, although, it's only logical to believe that hope is not only an unnecessary obsession but a weakness you somehow can't live without.

I continued to talk to your friend, the so called imbecile who happens to be one of us and yet nothing like an average werewolf, looking down at every single thought or idea, feeling the amazement and beauty of the human brain.

Just thinking, how can not one but just two people accomplish endless theories like these, yet the topic, is about nothing but a mere relationship between a goth and an unknown soul that might not even exist, how, oh how is this possible? It brings me vast amounts of shock and confusion, just knowing that I am one of those two people, one of the nosy lunatics who explore the unnecessary, who observe the madness from here and there.

Thinking about your relationship with the cause of many deaths, is something truly remarkable, though, repeatedly summarizing the information we've gathered, I began to think, bringing my imagination to another level as I tried to reach the unreal, the impossible, the end of the false rainbow... and the heck is wrong with you, Addams?

For someone like you, I expect you to be much ore reasonable with decisions, yet you never fail to disappoint me, I assumed that it will be best to not get my hopes up about this situation of yours, but this, is so unbelievable that I am am prepared to use the word I've never thought I'd use, but this, this is ridonkulous.

Your ways of romances drove me into the thick, hard wall of shock, yet I am surprised that I am interested in the one relationship with the never ending confusion, in Enid's opinion, you two belong together perfectly, I have trouble believing what's true but I have decided that it is best for me to watch the process instead of slowly encouraging the next step or begging for the replies of Satan.

With a sigh, I glanced up at the imaginary bulletin board covered in red yarn, post its of all colors, shreds of paper, 'it all seemed so real,' I thought to myself, and to think, that the board doesn't really exist, but everything on it does. 

You, a remarkable human soul, dark yet intelligent with reasons to live, him, a god of death, waiting to be perished in the flames of the infernal hell, how is it even possible for you to make magic when you don't even know who is really is?  Simply the mete truth strikes terror into the hearts of all, leaving souls wondering how mankind is able to create a relationship like this.

Finding it nearly impossible, I struggle to believe it myself, until I came upon the realization, that nothing we know or think has been confirmed. In fact, we have no reason to believe any of this, we don't know if you have ever loved or cared about him, we don't know if he really owns the mind of a beast. We know nothing.

Why? People like Enid are never ready for the age of discovery,  the waves of inspiration, the scent of exploration, it's nothing but fair that the weak and tender will have to be left dead on the ground, but people like us, people with actual abilities and strength have absolutely nothing to fear. That is why I, myself have decided to gather proper information, useless people with useless minds have nothing to do, that is why people like us should be doing it for them.

Can we really say that we actually know this world? That we've explored every inch of this planet? How can we say that when so much awaits, and we leave so much unknown? Why, oh why does humanity choose to stay put when there's so much out there? So much we don't know.

It is a simple yet important task to go, find then leave, it should be done by those who surround the mysteries of all, not just this one. What is it that I am looking for that they are not? An innocent citizen and  a brain washing murderer. Just saying it out loud strikes my head with excitement. Who knows what god wants us to find, who knows what we are soon to discover? A small step of a mere student is a huge leap for Nevermore.

Without knowing what I will find, I stepped out the doorway, boring person like me, someone who stays in the same town during a forced vacation, I should consider myself lucky, staying in Jericho makes things much easier, since I get to quickly start from ground zero, the spot in the forest during the last Hyde attack known, the werewolf fight. That's where our story ended, and that's when the tracks started.

I brought nothing but my phone, it was all the equipment I needed for the mission. I needed to message Enid in case I actually find something that is worth studying. I stuffed it into my vest pocket, before I pulled up the zipper. It wasn't really much of a quest, in fact, it is nothing more than a walk. 

If I am able to locate where the vehicle is, I will be able to take a picture for the sheriff. I suppose it is understandable that he doesn't want to look for the criminal himself, since it has probably been pretty hard for him to suck up the pressure he's under in order to hide the fact that his son is not only a total psycho but the cause of uncountable murders.

To be honest, Wednesday, I don't really blame him, I don't blame Tyler for being who he currently is, I tried my best to believe that it is not really his fault, and no one  seems to know whether he's innocent. 

So tell me, Wednesday, what did he say to you at the police station? We were informed that he confessed to you, saying that it was undoubtable and you were as a matter of fact that you were absolutely correct, but I want to know for those who have the fear of questioning, what did he tell you that day? Even if you quoted everything word he said, you still wouldn't even get the hint of what he meant. 

What I am telling you is that, you know nothing about him whatsoever, you don't know him, yet he knows you as if you've known each other for centuries, and tell me, how does that give you the right to blame him for what he has done?

You can't randomly accuse someone you don't even know, can you? Dividing everyone I know into separate groups I consider each group as a nesting doll, and I have reason to believe that the nesting doll that contains Laurel, contains Tyler, and he might as well be the smallest one of them. The smaller the doll, the less importance it carries into the group.

In my opinion, I believe, he, this person you call a monster, doesn't contain the guilt that expands as far as every wild imagination stretches. Nobody has a proper reason of blaming him for anything, yet they still do.

The person who is most likely to be charged for everything they have committed is obviously Laurel, the biggest nesting doll known so far, and it seems rather unfair to me for making the smallest be punished just as much if he didn't get away. Of course, it is only logical that those with such actions deserve to perish, but, no, just not him, and not now.

Maybe, that's just how things work, maybe it's actually entirely his fault for everything, and maybe, just maybe, there's something else that we're missing. I'm not blaming anyone when we don't have suspects, I'm not accusing anyone for anything. We have information, but we need more.

Giving less reasons of accusing Tyler, I decided to stick to the fact that he has been rejected by a world that drove him away. Not knowing what he said to you when he confessed that night at the police station, it is best to assume that he did it for a specific reason, it couldn't have been his decision, as there are countless other reasons, like slavery or brainwashing, and again, no one truly knows anything about him, assumption and estimation are useless in such situation.

Finishing the final types of the 'before leaving' message to Enid, I began to set foot in the forest next to Nevermore, looking for the location of what we call the 'werewolf attack/ battle'. Not to be dramatic, this is no more than the mere walk outside, a mission that doesn't even include half the energy and action wasted as a quest to the fictional temple of doom.

Though, what more do I expect from a thirty minute walk around, with possibly a lot of half way stopping. Looking around the scenery, I've felt the slight annoyance of just being here, it's unbelievable how so many people can actually enjoy just existing in an environment like this. Yet, I admire them for that, without even getting the idea they have bad taste, just thinking, how good would it be for me to obtain the ability to be in the most uncomfortable position as possible yet never mind it. That's what made me admire you, Wednesday.

It's not that you're positive or negative, it's just that you're neither, as if you don't really care at all, the world you see is in black and white, a world that is not visible by meaning only by truth, you have the ability to deny humanity's greatest weakness, if only I can obtain such power, not only do I admire you for your skills but I also feel great jealousy. I wish I have the ability to automatically refuse to face the bitter truth without feeling fear, that's the thing, Wednesday, you feel nothing, I would sacrifice my happiness and joy just to be the way you are.

Wednesday, I want to know, if he never lied, never met Laurel, is there any chance that you two could have dated? Any chance he could have loved you? Cared about you? Cherish every moment he spends with you? Is there? Take a bullet for you? Leaping in front of moving car just for you? If so, would you do the same, or would you never care about him?

I'm going to look for him for nothing, I'm not asking for answers neither, I just want to know, if there's actually a chance that he can be accepted as a living, breathing human being. It's not that I'm giving him a second chance after all these murders, I'm not giving him a second chance in a never existing relationship, I'm giving him a chance in life, because people like him deserve one, even when they really don't.

Tyler has fallen, fallen down and fallen hard, erased from society, erased from the surface of the Earth, he deserves to be noticed, to be seen, not as a monster, but as an actual person. Of course I doubt everyone looks at him with pity and disgust, but still.

Perhaps, not only would I find his current location and status, the first step of another great mystery, answers to all possible questions, but a lost soul that I should be feeling sorry for, I want to see and I want to know if heis really who humanity thinks he is or something else, something different, and I know, that it would be something that is worth awaiting for discovery.

With the simple loss of interest of my current opinions, I have finally arrived, here and now, I am standing in the same place, my destination, ground zero, where mystery number two began. Proud as I am, I followed the tracks, wondering where they would lead me, perhaps I would arrive at where they are now, perhaps where they will be, where they have been...

I could find anything."

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Unknown narrator narrating: "You know, I'd really thought coming here would be worth. I guess I was wrong." The siren stood upon what she thought was the answer she was looking for. "I guess every path has a dead end. This is wrong."She was worn out after a bit too much of walking and ending up to find nothing.

Still leaning against the van, the beaten up, half dead Nevermore student sitting in front of her darkened her face and glared at Bianca, "What do you want?" Weakly, she looked at her in the eye.

"I wanted answers." The other muttered in rage and disappointment, beginning to yell, she said "and you are not worth it." She kicked her in the stomach making her body more and more damaged, her straight inky hair fell across her face as she spit on her.

"Consider yourself lucky that I don't have the energy to fight back."

Yay! Another chapter.