"Ha ha ha, we'll be home soon."
"I don't understand why we didn't just fly; we would've saved so much time." A girl named Nikki, who was extremely attractive, complained while her eyes secretly glanced at another guy.
Wednesday knew this was death — these people were destined to die somewhere. "Interesting…"
Anyone else would've ignored something like that, but Wednesday, who was gradually delving deeper into the world of the supernatural, obviously wouldn't pass up an opportunity like this to encounter other dark beings.
"We're accompanying our dear friend Heather Miller. As if inheriting something weren't strange enough, we're turning this into some crazy vacation that, apparently, we all deserve." Kenny was next to Nikki; it was obvious they were in a relationship.
"How fake…" Wednesday mocked this circle of friends coldly — rather, she felt pity for two of them.
Not only were two of them having a secret affair, but they were doing it with each other's partners.
Heather and Kenny were the victims, while Ryan and Nikki were the cheaters.
"What will happen?" Wednesday touched Heather's silhouette as she hugged her now-boyfriend Ryan, and soon the scenery suddenly changed.
Clang!
"Ahhhh!"
Wednesday was so shocked she stepped back in surprise when she suddenly saw a maniac with a chainsaw brutally murdering Heather's friends.
Then, the scene shifted, and Wednesday found herself in the corner of a damp basement where Heather lay on the floor crying.
The smell of blood and humidity made the startled Wednesday cover her face as she approached a table where two bodies were laid out.
"The famous Texas serial killer…" Wednesday then recognized where she was and who the lunatic with the chainsaw actually was.
As a lover of serial killers, she knew that in 1973, a group of five young people traveled through Texas and arrived at an isolated farmhouse.
There lived the Sawyer family — a cannibalistic clan made up of:
Drayton Sawyer, who was later revealed to be the cook and head of the family; Nubbins Sawyer, the crazy hitchhiker; and Leatherface / Jedidiah Sawyer, the killer who wore masks made of human skin and wielded a chainsaw.
Leatherface killed almost the entire group, and only Sally Hardesty managed to escape alive.
According to her story, everything ended with Sally fleeing in a pickup truck while Leatherface danced with his chainsaw under the sun.
What happened afterward was nothing but divine justice. The police, led by Sheriff Hooper, arrived at the Sawyer house to arrest Leatherface.
However, the inhabitants of the town of Newt, led by Burt Hartman, took justice into their own hands.
They surrounded the house and burned it down, killing almost the entire Sawyer family.
Returning to the present, Wednesday knew that this deranged killer standing before her — known as Leatherface — was someone else who had possibly taken on the identity of the infamous murderer.
Just as Wednesday wanted to see more of what would happen in the future, Leatherface turned around and, holding his chainsaw high, ran straight toward her.
"Argh!"
Wednesday wasn't scared; she touched her chest and soon woke up.
"Dry your clothes, you fell into the water." Jonathan's calm voice was always the first thing Wednesday heard after every vision.
"Yes, thank you." Sitting inside the ambulance, Wednesday accepted the towel Jonathan handed her.
Ever since she'd started having longer visions, she could stay in them longer thanks to Jonathan's protection.
"So tell me, what did you see this time?" Jonathan had already cleared his thoughts and decided that secretly investigating whatever Oleg was would be best.
In this world full of supernatural beings, he had no doubt that there were entities as powerful as the gods themselves — and against that, someone like him didn't have much to do.
"Take your time; we're in no rush," Jonathan reminded Wednesday as he dried himself off.
"A group of people camping by this same lake will die in Texas. They'll be killed by Leatherface." Wednesday briefly summarized what she had seen, going straight to the important part.
"Leatherface… Leatherface… Leatherface…" Jonathan stood in front of Wednesday, pacing back and forth while thinking about that name.
A little farther from where they were, the agents and police were cleaning the scene. Early in the morning, the divers would inspect the lake in search of more bodies.
As for those responsible within the police department, they would receive severe punishment.
In any case, that didn't matter to Jonathan right now as he tried to recall who Leatherface was. After all, he wasn't someone who had immediate answers to everything he faced.
It wasn't that he had forgotten — it was just that living through so many terrifying scenes made his mind bury the less dangerous entities.
And indeed, Leatherface, no matter what era he appeared in, was far down the food chain.
Jonathan had catalogued supernatural entities in his personal journal, where he kept a list of those that could definitely cause worldwide disasters.
Cosmic entities that acted as supernatural beings just for fun — unless he knew exactly how to defeat them — were far at the top of the list.
As for entities like Leatherface, who were simply human murderers with supernatural strength, they were of no current interest to Jonathan.
"The chainsaw killer from Texas." Wednesday tried to jog Jonathan's memory as he fell silent.
"I know him, but… wasn't he dead?" Jonathan asked aloud, trying to determine in which timeline Leatherface was being represented in their world.
Wednesday tilted her head thoughtfully, then replied, "I suppose it's someone impersonating him. In any case, are we going to hunt him?"
"Yes."
Jonathan's answer surprised Wednesday a lot; she hadn't imagined he'd make that decision so quickly. After all, Leatherface wasn't a dark entity — he was just a murderer.
She had even been thinking of ways to make Jonathan agree to accompany her to Texas to hunt that killer.
If they did, Wednesday would have a guaranteed book that would sell very well.
"But first, I was told that the Order needs a training class." Jonathan, now a high-ranking member of the Order and a first-class hunter, had been asked to provide guidance to the young hunters who were just beginning to learn what it meant to be one.
Of course, Jonathan agreed to something like that.
"Done," Wednesday said. She wasn't in a hurry — after all, they were far from Texas, which meant those people would take some time to arrive.