Chapter 4: I Ain't Wyatt

The sound of fire crackling was all that could be heard from the remains of the Orphanage.

Wyatt just stood there, heavy breaths escaping his lungs, staring at the sky.

Sister Lucy, who didn't look the least disturbed by the corpses of women and children, just eyed Wyatt like he was a prey, waiting to be hunted.

Suddenly Wyatt let out a bone chilling shriek. If the others were alive, their eardrums would have surely been destroyed.

"A war cry?" Sister Lucy was confused.

Wyatt's head quickly snapped at sister Lucy, with what could only be described as fangs, literal fangs.

Sister Lucy was stunned for only a second, after which she calmly brought her big, glassy rosary from her waist, and began praying with it.

Wyatt's eyes, which were bright red, followed every single movement of his newly found prey. And then he suddenly jumped from his position and was headed straight for Sister Lucy.

Sister Lucy just stood there praying, without a hint of fear or worry.

Wyatt used all his of his newfound strength to strike his unmoving target, and the one who ended up flying back was surprisingly Wyatt.

He stood up immediately and went for another strike, yielding the same result.

Sister Lucy just let out a devious laugh after Wyatt landed a few meters away from where initially stood.

"You still don't get it, do you?" She began to slowly walk where Wyatt landed. "You can't touch me."

Her eyes turned deadly in that moment, she raised her hand over Wyatt and he sunk deeper into the ground, blood spewing from his nose and ears.

"Hand of God: Divine protection."

Wyatt let out an animalistic scream as he sunk even deeper into the ground, the sound of his bones breaking echoing across the area.

"My hand of God allows me to create barriers within areas of my choosing, I am basically untouchable." She smiled as she watched Wyatt's futile efforts to escape.

Crack.

The floor below sister Lucy cracked open as a clawed, flaming red hand reached out to grab her.

The hand lightly grazed her cheek before she moved out of the way.

'was that him?' she asked herself.

The hand evaporated into the atmosphere whilst Wyatt stood up and looked at him left arm, it was twisted In an unnatural angle.

Wyatt looked at sister Lucy and smiled, then he proceeded to snap his hand back into place, not a hint of pain on his face, just his sick and twisted smile.

Sister Lucy felt goosebumps from watching him move his now functional left arm. But she didn't have time to dwell on that because Wyatt was on the move yet again.

'he can heal?.' she was shocked.

With her arms spread she released her strange power yet again.

"I told you already, you can't touch....."

Her words were cut short as 4 more flaming hands came from behind her, while Wyatt attacked from the front.

'he noticed?!'

Wyatt punched her and flew back yet again, but he recovered quicker this time.

"You made the right choice." Wyatt spoke for the first time. His voice sounded the same yet different at the same time.

Sister Lucy coughed up a rather alarming amount of blood. The four flaming claws were lodged deeply in her sides and stomach.

"My hit was aiming for your heart, the others were just a distraction." The fluctuations and manner of Wyatt's voice were different from his usually timid voice, he sounded more confident, more sinister.

"I tho....thought you weren't think....ing straight." Sister Lucy let out even more blood as she spoke.

"Untouchable?" Wyatt scoffed.

"Your barriers can only protect against one attack at a time" he continued while staring down sister Lucy.

"Well this was a rather uneventful fight, i expected more from you, Nun." Wyatt made to walk away, then he noticed he was missing a leg.

'What the..' before he could think, he felt his a large force lodged into his chest.

"Hand of God: divine protection, lecharech." (Greek for pierce)

"Let's see you regenerate your heart." Sister Lucy fell on her knees as she breathed heavily.

She only took her eyes away from his body for only a second, yet when she looked back, he was gone.

"That pinched quite a bit." He spoke from behind her.

"Lecharech!" Her piercing attack shot up from behind her again aiming for Wyatt, alas she ended up piercing herself with her own attack.

Wyatt came up from the other side of the woods after sister Lucy fell to the floor.

"My powers seemed to be greatly reduced, you wouldn't even be able to touch me in my prime." He spoke absent mindedly as he flexed both of his arms.

'so weak.' he thought as he felt his vessel.

Cough,cough.....

"Huh, your still alive?" Wyatt sounded genuinely surprised.

'just how weak am I?' he brows furrowed.

"Your probably wondering why I tormented you all these years." She laughed like a maniac.

"Actually, i don't care." Wyatt cut her off and walked away.

A dumbfounded sister Lucy just watched as he walked away, still flexing his muscles.

"Wyatt, i..." She shouted after him but stopped when he suddenly appeared right in front of her.

"Sorry bitch..."

'So fast.' Sister Lucy's eyes widened.

".....but i ain't Wyatt." He told her, the proceeded to stomp on her head, over and over again until it popped.

"Ah." The person who clearly wasn't Wyatt let out a satisfied moan as he stretched.

"Hmm, you can come out now." He spoke to no one in particular.

"Ke,ke,ke,ke." A deep, irritating cackle resounded through out the burnt forest area.

"Finally, been waiting out here forever." A large,hairy man, wearing what looked like a bear's hide, jumped down from a nearby tree and landed opposite Wyatt's figure.

"You don't seem to have essence, not worth my time." Wyatt made to leave yet again.

"Name's Craven, Craven the barbaric, and i think your a pretty strong little man, so how's about it, wanna..."

"Pass." Wyatt walked away.

"Huh?"

"What is it with humans and introductions." He spoke absent mindedly as he walked further away.

Suddenly Wyatt clenched his left chest.

"What did you do?" Wyatt growled at this Craven character.

"Wasn't me, little man." Craven smiled and raised his hands, indicating that he wasn't a threat.

'my heart's on fire.'

The pain was too much for the strange persona to bear. Before loosing consciousness he saw Craven smiling at him, deviously.