Supervillain Idol System: My Sidekick Is A Yandere-Chapter 514: The Havenridge Incident (Part 6)

Chapter 514: Chapter 514: The Havenridge Incident (Part 6)

Elliot—or whatever was wearing him now—froze.

For a fraction of a second, he simply stared, eyes locked on Don standing impossibly close, close enough that the heat rolling off him pressed against Elliot’s skin. Or rather—behind him.

That realization hit just as Don’s fist started forward.

The ground exploded.

Jagged spikes tore up from beneath Don’s feet—KRRSHK~—rock and packed earth ripping free in violent spears. As they rose, their surfaces warped and darkened, stone hardening into something metallic and cruel-edged.

Don felt it before he fully saw it.

Danger screamed through him.

He aborted the punch mid-motion and sprang backward as another spike erupted where his head had been a breath earlier—SHRRRK~.

He landed, pushed off again, then again, each step narrowly ahead of another eruption. The floor chased him in a stuttering pattern, spikes bursting up in rapid succession, trying to skewer him in place.

On the fourth step back, Don planted his foot.

He punched forward anyway.

His fist collided with a fully formed protrusion—KLAANG~—the sound ringing like a bell struck with a hammer. The metal bowed inward under the hit, then cracked violently at its base where earth still clung to it.

The entire spike tore free and rocketed forward, smashing into another rising protrusion, then another, momentum barely bleeding off as it plowed through the cluster in a chain reaction of collapsing metal and stone.

Elliot’s body twisted fully around to face him, spine popping audibly as it followed the impossible rotation of his head.

He threw both hands up, fingers splaying as the incoming debris disintegrated mid-flight, metal and stone breaking down into choking dust.

The effort showed.

His arms shook. Veins stood out along his forearms, skin splitting in thin lines as the strain pushed past what the body should have handled. The dust slammed into him anyway, cloaking him in a dense cloud that swallowed his outline.

He didn’t get a moment to recover.

The dust was blown apart by a sudden blast of air—WHOOOM~—a pressure wave strong enough to flatten loose debris against the far walls.

Starboy stood right behind Elliot.

Hands together. Energy already screaming between them.

Elliot tried to move.

His body bent wrong as he attempted to twist away, one arm folding backward at an angle joints weren’t meant to allow. He tried to pull material up into a shield even as he moved, the ground twitching beneath him—

Too slow.

The beam erupted—BRAAAAAAM~—and the chamber flooded with gold-white light.

Elliot managed to slip part of himself aside. The main blast tore past his torso by inches.

His hand didn’t make it.

The beam caught it clean.

There was no explosion. No debris.

It simply ceased to exist.

Elliot screamed, the sound ripping out of him raw and unfiltered as he staggered back, clutching at the empty space where his arm had been.

Blood sprayed in a wide arc before evaporating in the beam’s wake.

He jumped away, panic finally cracking through the grin as his remaining hand slammed down. Protrusions surged up around him in a single, violent swell—KRRRMMM~—a ring of jagged metal rising to cage him in.

It still wasn’t enough.

Don was already moving.

He crossed the distance in a blur, boots hammering once, twice, before he was inside the ring.

Elliot saw the fist coming and everything in him spiked at once, nerves screaming, body trying to react without the limbs to do it.

No shield rose.

Don’s punch drove straight into Elliot’s chest.

Not through.

Into.

His fingers closed, sinking past ribs and muscle as if they weren’t there, gripping something vital. Don’s arm locked, every muscle along his shoulder and back tightening as he dumped everything he’d been holding into that single point.

Elliot’s eyes flew wide.

He coughed, blood pouring from his mouth as his chest began to glow from the inside, light bleeding through cracks spreading across his torso. He looked down in disbelief, shaking, fingers clawing uselessly at Don’s arm.

Then—

BOOM~.

The blast tore outward from Elliot’s chest in a violent sphere, shockwave slamming into the chamber walls and ripping the ground apart beneath them.

Stone fractured, metal screamed, and the air itself buckled as the light swallowed him whole.

The blast rang out like the world tearing in half.

Light swallowed the chamber—white first, then orange, then a deep blood-red wash that bled across the stone.

The shockwave punched outward, flinging rocks, dust, and shredded debris in every direction—KRRRAAAM~—the air buckling hard enough to lift bodies and slam them back down.

Starboy crossed his arms over his face and shot upward, clearing the blast zone in a violent burst. As far as he was concerned, nothing that took a hit like that was finished.

Before the light had even finished fading, he reversed direction.

He dove.

Golden energy wrapped his body, tight and roaring, pressure folding around him as he accelerated. The heat around him was brutal—contained, controlled—but enough to warp the air as he cut straight through the remaining flames and drifting chunks of Elliot’s body.

Flesh, bone, and vapor parted as he drove forward.

The cocoon loomed beneath him.

On impact, it resisted.

The mucus shell bowed inward, stretching around him as if trying to hold, to swallow, to slow him. For a split second, it almost worked.

Then it ruptured.

The shell burst apart—SPLRRSH~—viscous material tearing open as Starboy punched straight through the mass of hearts and vine-tubes beneath. Momentum carried him too far. Too fast.

He couldn’t correct.

His body slammed into the ground hard enough to crack it open—bouncing once before rolling, stone exploding outward in a ring as he finally skidded to a stop. The impact threw up a wall of dust that tore across the chamber, scattering loose debris and shredding what little cover remained.

Before the dust fully settled, Don moved.

He activated a light sphere and tossed it down at his feet. The glow snapped on—cutting through the haze.

It revealed carnage.

Don stood at the edge of it, his body streaked with dried blood, most of it baked dark against his gear by the lingering heat.

Bits of human remains clung to him—charred scraps fused to plating, others disturbingly fresh, smeared along his arms and chest.

At his feet lay Elliot.

What was left of him.

His chest was gone, blown open into a hollow cavity blackened and cracked, ribs splintered outward like snapped beams.

Organs were missing entirely, what remained burned down to warped ruin. One arm was twisted into an unrecognizable shape, the other gone altogether. Shards of bone jutted through torn flesh. Half his head was missing, the rest crushed and split.

Below the waist, there was almost nothing. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

And still—

The body twitched.

Empty eye sockets quivered, dried blood trembling along the edges as nerves fired without purpose.

Starboy pushed himself upright nearby, rolling the shoulder he’d landed on with a grimace. He dragged a hand across his outfit, trying to wipe away the slick mucus clinging to him. It smeared instead.

"Disgusting," he muttered.

He stepped closer to the ruined cocoon, looking down at the exposed hearts and tangled vines. "Let’s finish this and find a way out before something else—"

The chamber shuddered.

Hard.

The ground groaned beneath them—GRRRMMM~—dust raining down in sheets.

Both of them froze for half a second.

Instinct hit like a hammer.

Don moved first.

He launched backward from Elliot’s body, boots tearing furrows through stone as he cleared the area. Starboy shot straight up again, lift snapping him airborne just as the ground split open.

BOOM~.

Massive vines erupted from the floor in violent bursts, each one as thick as a tree trunk, coated in the same slick mucus.

They tore free at staggered intervals, smashing upward and lashing out the instant they surfaced.

One snapped at Don’s head—WHAP~—missing by inches as he twisted aside. Another scythed across his path; he ducked low and rolled, coming up already moving as stone shattered where he’d been standing.

Above, Starboy weaved through them, sharp turns carving pressure through the air as vines swung for him. One clipped his leg; he kicked off it and spun free, letting the recoil fling him higher as the vine smashed into the wall instead—KRRASH~.

They didn’t stop coming.

Then—

One vine didn’t strike at either of them.

It wrapped around Elliot’s ruined body.

The vine tightened and lifted him off the ground, dragging what remained of him toward the broken cocoon.

More vines followed, binding around his limbs and torso, hauling him upward as if he weighed nothing.

They fed him back in.

The vines forced his broken form into the center of the structure, tearing open what little flesh remained. One by one, the hearts were driven inward, shoved into the empty cavity in his chest, tubes plunging deep as they reconnected.

The vines pulsed.

Hard.

Elliot’s head jerked.

What was left of his mouth opened wide as sound tore out of him.

"ARGH!!!"

"You damned vermin!!!"

"I’ll kill you!!! I’ll kill you!!!"

The scream rolled through the chamber.