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The Magic Order 5 #6 (2025) [The Magic Order Vol. 5 #6]

Huck #1 (November 18, 2015)

Another story about a character I loved, that I think almost no one knows, but that deserved that I write something. Maybe Netflix will give us a series one day, since they have the rights to Nemesis, and a new comic should come out this year. If I make you discover it, it's a good thing !

Matthew Anderson had only loved three people in his life. His mother, his father and Y/N, their best friend's daughter.

Practically raised together, he adored her more than anything in the world, this innocent little girl who stared at him with big, amazed eyes as if he were the most incredible being.

She called him 'Teetee', making everyone laugh who used this nickname to make fun of him, but Matt didn't care. As soon as she reached out to him and called him, he would run to pick her up, placing a kiss on her forehead.

When they were together, he felt weird, his heart pounding, his brain malfunctioning, nervous and yet calm.

"Later you'll marry me, okay ?"

"Yes !"

"No one will love and protect you like I do. You'll always be happy, I promise."

"I love Teetee !"

They were just childhood promises of course, sweet dreams, which were shattered on his tenth birthday.

In addition to framing his parents for murders they didn't commit, later sending them to death row, the police took Y/N from him immediately.

Experienced drug dealers, the Andersons and their partners had fought back when the officers broke down the door, drawing their guns.

A bullet had hit a cop, who would end her life in a wheelchair as she deserved for her sins. But in return, they fought back without thinking, hitting Y/N in the head.

Another police officer was holding Matthew back as he wanted to go see the little girl lying in a pool of blood and his parents who were being taken away in a car.

They would never see them again.

Y/N was dead on the blow, while the Andersons was given a lethal injection after a rigged trial.

The Brotherhood found him shortly after, broken, alone, and full of vengeance.

Nemesis loved no one. Not even himself, if he was completely honest.

He took great pleasure in sowing chaos and death around him, but in the end he was nothing more than an empty shell, following his master's instructions, wearing a huge sadistic smile.

Nothing mattered anymore. The whole world could burn, there was nothing that could make him deviate from his mission.

And besides, humans were so stupid, so treacherous, so weak and pathetic. They all deserved to be crushed.

Especially the police officers responsible for destroying his life. He had been thinking about it for twenty years, planning every detail. Joe Costello and his former colleagues were all going to pay for what they had done.

Using one of his false identities, Patrice Dubois, he began by stealing several pieces of jewelry from himself, to finance the first part of his plan to push the inhabitants of Los Angeles to kill as many police officers as possible for a large sum of money.

It worked pretty well, allowing him to get rid of as many agents as possible, between those who were executed and those who decided to flee the city.

Matt was quite surprised by one of them despite everything. A young recruit who was in charge of the theft of his jewels, and who despite the danger had decided to stay to help her colleagues and protect the inhabitants.

A quick search revealed that she was the niece of Eddie Ramirez, with a story so tragic that it could have been made into a movie to make housewives cry.

Her grandparents and father had died in a car accident when she was four years old, and she had been the only survivor, even though she had been in a coma for six years.

When she woke up, her mother and uncle were so happy that they refused to let her leave them for a long time, staying at home to study and be away from the dangers of the world.

This probably explained her great naivety. Knowing nothing else, she had wanted to become like her uncle, to help others. Top of her class, she was known for being too kind, too honest, too much of a rule follower and believing that everything would end well for the good guys.

Adorable.

Matthew couldn't wait to crush her with the others, after she showed her true colors, because she couldn't be that perfect. No one was, except his sweet Y/N, buried in a small grave that he had covered with flowers every day.

It was fun to torture her with constant calls from Mr. Dubois who wanted to know where his jewelry was, and threats made to her mother who was now in a retirement home, degenerate to the point of no longer recognizing her own daughter.

"So if I ask you to choose between you and her, would it be you ?" Nemesis amused himself by asking as he visited the old woman.

"I'm telling you she's not my daughter. My brother-in-law is a bastard."

"He's dead, you know ?"

"Yeah. And then this Maggie called me, to tell me who you were, why you're doing this. I didn't know. I wanted my daughter, not a replacement. He felt bad because he put a bullet in her head and my little girl wouldn't wake up. I suspected it… But I didn't want to see. She's not my daughter."

It was rare for Matt to stop smiling. It was part of his costume. But at that moment, he was trying to figure out if she was crazy, if she was making fun of him by trying to hurt him, or if he was discovering that all this time, Y/N had been alive.

Another lie from Castello's group.

Ramirez's niece was brain dead but his sister-in-law refused to let her go. During the Andersons’ mess, he had shot a girl the same age, who looked just like her.

No one thought she would make it, but the doctors had done a great job at the hospital. Except her life was ruined. Her father was in prison, she was all alone.

He had paid the doctors. It was quick, easy, a simple new name wrote on the right paper.

It could have changed nothing. No, it should have changed nothing, as his master would probably have said, but Matthew couldn’t threaten to activate an atomic bomb knowing that Y/N was there.

It was really adorable, her attempt to hide her fear and make it seem like she could shoot him, while she ordered him to put his hands behind his head, in her pajamas and half asleep, while the bed between them was enough protection.

“I ask you one last time, on your knees and with your hands behind your head.”

“You will not shoot, Y/N.”

"I don't know what game you're playing, but I won't let you continue to threaten the city."

"You weren't part of the plan, Y/N, but thank your adoptive mother for being rather talkative."

Poor girl. She looked at him with lost eyes, which he recognized well now. It hurt him that she was staring at him with anything other than total affection.

There was still doubt in her gaze, which made her lower her weapon.

"… Teetee ?"

She didn't really remember, it was obvious. Even if her fake mother rejected her more and more clearly, she had forgotten her father's face, his name, what had happened. But she had flashes of Matthew.

For a long time, she had wondered who this smiling and loving boy was, because she hadn't been able to meet him before the accident, nor after returning home. Her uncle had joked that she had to invent an imaginary friend during her coma.

But she had always had questions about this Teetee.

It must have been a shock to her, poor thing, to discover that everything was a lie, and that the last person from her past was the psychopath covered in blood from head to cape in front of her.

In other circumstances, Nemesis would have found it amusing. But not Matt. Slowly, he pulled out his mask, which made her drop her weapon completely. As if she knew it was an important gesture.

No one knew his true face. It had been years since even his master had seen him, and the others were always confronted with his white mask or his disguises.

Y/N got scared when he jumped, crossing the bed to pin her between him and the wall. One blow, one hand around her neck, and it could have all been over.

"I promised you would always be happy, that I would protect you." he said very seriously. "I intend to honor that promise."

"Then stop all this, please ! There have been enough deaths !"

"Oh, Y/N. You are the last innocent being in this world."

He kissed her forehead, like before, taking her face in his hands to wipe away her tears, before placing a quick kiss on her lips. Enough for the sleeping drug to take effect, making her fall into his arms.

When she woke up, she would be in Seattle, far enough away that if he were to activate the bomb, she would be safe and there would be no time to come back.

Of course, Gibson wanted to know why his protégé had made the decision to spare a cop. He normally never lied to his master, but to say that he found it funny to leave an optimistic idiot alive who could run after him later was not wrong.

Needless to say, she was his childhood sweetheart, and probably a weak point that he would have to learn to manage.

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