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Ah yes, a normal stroll into the woods in the middle of the night. Wednesday wonders if it would give her any more ideas for her novel, she would hate to admit it but she's been running out of ideas lately.
The noise of a broken branch strayed her away from her pool of though, pointing her flashlight to where the noise came from. Whatever stepped on the piece of the tree was quick, and has camouflaged itself into the forest.
Wednesday's heart didn't miss a beat as she came closer to where the noise was, a few rustling of leaves this time. Whatever this thing was, it was larger than her and Wednesday likes a challenge. Perhaps this is the inspiration she's looking for.
Hold on, was that a growl she heard? A beast perhaps? She was getting more excited by the moment.
As she looks through the leaves, she sees nothing. It was when she heard loud breathing behind her neck that she knew she had made a grave mistake.
It tackles her, immediately knocking the flashlight on her hand as she stumbles backwards with the creature's whole weight on her.
It was on top of her now, it was hard to make out whatever it was as she's a good distance away from the item that provides her light. But she could make out a snout and huge glowing eyes, did it ears twitch just now? It seemed to be wolf. But, a larger one?
Oh. Wednesday gets it, it was a werewolf. It could tear her apart right then and there but it didn't, it let out a whimper instead. Wednesday adjusts her eyes better to see an angry bullet wound on the wolf's side. Without a second thought, the girl knocks the beast out with her elbow.
This wolf was heavy. Like, heavy heavy. Wednesday had trouble carrying it back to the mansion so she had to take a few stops.
"How unfortunate that I have to do all the work myself, it would have been more efficient with Lurch helping." The girl says between heaving breaths. Continuing to drag the werewolf. Luckily, it's starting to turn back into it's regular form which makes it's weight slowly become lighter. At least Wednesday can enjoy the cracking of it's bones as the shifting progresses.
She didn't realize how slow this one could turn back, perhaps it's from the gnawing injury? Wednesday would have to patch it later, wait. Later?
Wednesday wonders what she should do after she brings the creature home. Should she let Pugsley play with it? He always had a fascination for werewolves. Oh, she'd love to hear it's painful howls at night, but it would be short-lived as the boy's torture methods were surprisingly quite gruesome. Or should she chop it's limbs up into parts? She'd always been curious if werewolves tasted the same as pure wolves.
Perhaps she should lock it up for her to study instead? She could always add a new character as new ideas come in, she really needed it this past week.
Alright, Wednesday decides that she will do the last one. It will preserve the wolf for longer, perhaps it can even become a second pet for the family. She's missed Kitty from time to time, she'd hate to admit.
As she closes her thoughts, she is already met with the front gate to the house. With a bloodied, almost shifted werewolf.
The gate opens up for her immediately as it recognizes her, she gives it her thanks as she takes a step.
It's still early in the morning so she expects no one to be greeting her as soon as she gets in, but you cannot always have what you want as she is surprised by her brother. Who was testing if his bombs were effective enough for another one of his school works.
"Pulling" Wednesday grunts as she lets the almost shifted werewolf in the house, letting it soak it's own blood onto the wooden floor. The beast is revealed to be a girl with dyed hair at the end of her tips. "Another prank again?"
"Yup," Pugsley responds nonchalantly, paying no mind to what his sister is doing as he's too focused in fixing whatever's wrong on his hand-made bomb. Once he does look her way however, he immediately beams and scurries towards his sister.
"Is that a werewolf?" He asks, with a toothy smile. Fascinated that the ears and tail of the girl still stayed on after shifting back.
"Yes, now if you'll excuse me Pugsley" Wednesday coughs, the boy taking his eyes off of the werewolf and instead focuses on his sister with a questioning look on his face. "I'll imprison this creature now. I'll need it for ideas to write on my novel." She finishes, but before she takes a second step up the stairs she hears her name being called.
"Wait!- If you're done with her, maybe she can become a test subject for me? I heard werewolves are really durable so I'll need her so I can determine the power of my bombs!"
Wednesday sighs, "Alright. After I finish what I'm doing with her." She takes a pause. "And take a bath after you're done assembling those things." She eyes his arsenal of grenades and other types of bombs laying carelessly on the floor. "You reek of gunpowder."
"Promise I will." Her brother rubs the back of his neck before sitting back down on the floor, humming a tune in excitement as he cannot wait for his day to go later. Like, he just found out the problem on why his bombs wouldn't cause the amount of damage that he wants to, now there's a werewolf being locked up in his sister's personal dungeon? How can his day get any better?!
Her vision is quite blurry, and her head fucking hurts. Did the hunters get her or something? Enid rambles in her head, slowly getting more conscious by the second.
She looks forward to what she expects to be old men who are trying to sell her off for some money, but instead she sees a girl. On a typewriter. Seriously, who even uses typewriters anymore? They have phones!
Anyways, that's probably the least of her concerns right now as she wonders how her werewolf form got absolutely demolished by this puny emo looking girl.
Hold on, were her hands fucking cuffed?! Enid tries to move as the chains near her hands rustle, she also squirms but a biting sting on the side of her stomach was the only response she got. So that's why she got absolutely pulverized by this girl, it made her feel a little better at least.
Though, the clacking keys of the device come to an abrupt stop. She must've heard her moving, Enid thought.
The girl looked back at her. Now that she can see her more clearly, her kidnapper actually looks...quite nice. All black and white attire but sure, she had nothing against girls who didn't like color-
Oh shit, she was coming closer.
Enid let's out a frustrated growl, "Don't fucking come near me-" She manages to release her claws, even though her hands were cuffed she can't still scratch people with these, it was useful.
"Your nails are absolutely hideous." The mysterious girl says in a monotonous voice, dismissing her threat. So that's how she wanted to play it, dangerous. Enid feels her fangs threatening to push out of her mouth.
The former kneels down, one of her knees touching the ground. "I've always had a fascination with werewolves."
"Oh, please. Flattery will get you nowhere. If you let me go right now I promise I won't bother you again." The wolf scoffs.
The girl hums, as if thinking of something.
"I thought about that. I might actually let you go, if you behave. But for the meantime, I'm going to need you for inspiration in my novel, I've been a victim of writer's block lately."
"What makes you think I'll help you in that stupid book of yours?" Enid retorts, if her fangs weren't proudly showing on her mouth they sure are now.
"You can't go back into the wild with that scar on your stomach." The ravenette points towards the wound. To which Enid's face flushes in embarrassment.
"Worry not, I'll be sure to occasionally let you out of the house. If you behave properly and cause no trouble."
Enid could only sarcastically laugh at that. "I'm not a dog, y'know. You don't have to take me to walk in your house."
"I wouldn't want to include a malnourished werewolf for my story, so the only thing you should be focusing on is to behave without being muzzled."
"Ah, geez."
Before Wednesday says anything more, she is interrupted by the sound of knocking on her door.
"It must be my brother."
"You have a brother?" The werewolf says, the chains in her arms yet again rustling. Wednesday resists the urge to bound her whole body.
"Don't act like you know anything about me" The latter sighs "Rest well, I'll bring you something to eat later. If, you stay quiet. I haven't informed my parents about you yet."
The only response she got was silence. "You seem to be a quick learner, I'll give you that." And with that, Wednesday finally walks out of the door. Not forgetting to lock it.
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The girl sighs as she locks the door behind her, as she looks up her eyes meet her brother's.
"What do you want now, Pugsley? You know what I have said that I will not hand over the werewolf until I'm-" Her monologue was cut off by a cough.
"Actually, I'm not here for the werewolf even though I wanna see it so much." Pugsley admits. "But I came here instead to remind you that mother and father request you to be there for breakfast."
Ah, right. She forgot she was supposed to eat in a few minutes. She had been to focused on writing her novel.
"Alright, tell them I'll be there in a few minutes. I just need to get something done." She says as she brushes shoulders with him while walking away.
"I will, wish me the most horrible luck on my prank too!" She hears her brother's distance shout, to which she ignores.
The event before dinner wasn't much, just the usual quiet before Pugsley's talks about his bombs and how his previous day went.
Though, the boy managed to make a show tripping on Pubert's mini guillotine while heading towards the table, making his face kiss the floor. He was lucky enough not to break the toy, as it was their younger brother's favorite because of how clean it cuts.
"Ow.." Pugsley grunts, getting up from the ground.
"You should look where you're going next time, you can't keep having bruises because of tripping all the time." His sister mocks him as she keeps eyeing him while he slowly gets up.
"Sorry." Pugsley hisses as he rubs off the dust on his legs, which gains Wednesday's attention. "I might've got myself cut a bit.."
"I've had my fair share of seeing blood today," The latter sighs. "Come eat first then I'll patch that up. And don't forget to change your pants, unless you want to show up to school with a gash on the fabric you're wearing right now."
"Yeah." Another hiss. "Thanks, sis. I'll tell Pubert to clean up his toys before having food, too." Pugsley glares at his younger brother, who was sitting on one of the chairs and already scoffing down on his food.
"Where are mother and father?" Wednesday asks as her oldest brother takes the seat next to her.
"Oh, right. I forgot to tell you this, but they needed to get somewhere on a last minute notice. That's why they told me to take you to breakfast right before they left." Came the response, to which the girl gives a hum. Taking a bite of her food.
"Oh, by the way." Pugsley continues "Have you fed the werewolf yet?"
Before Wednesday can respond, Pubert beats her to it. "You have a werewolf?! Since when?!" The boy asks, absolutely awestruck. He wasn't all that different with his older brother, they were both fascinated with lycanthropy.
"Yes, Pubert. I just took a stroll last night when the beast pounced on me. Thanks to its injury, I managed to knock it out and bring it to my dungeon." Wednesday explains before she clears her throat, facing Pugsley. "And I haven't fed her yet. Though, maybe I can leave that task up to you and Pubert as I have some other things to do."
Both of her brothers' eyes beam in excitement, ready to see the werewolf in their sister's basement.
"Do finish your food first before you head in. I've already finished mine." Their sister continues, leaving the key on the table for them to access downstairs before leaving the table with an empty plate of food and going elsewhere.
Pugsley immediately grabs the object before his younger brother can, to which Pubert grunts in annoyance. "It's not fair, you always get the unlocking stuff!"
"You need to wait before I finish my food first, Pubert." Pugsley's grip on the key tightens. "And, remember that one time when we were playing hide-and-seek you almost got father locked in that chest forever because you lost the key for the padlock?"
Pubert sighs, "Well, I guess you got a point. I'll give you that."
For an eight year old, he sometimes was more understanding than others.