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Wednesday felt a wave of satisfaction after plunging both Crackstone and Gates to the depths of Hell and eternal damnation. When they met again, she would be sure to continue to torture them for all the pain they caused her friends; but for now, Goody and the rest of the deceased Addams’ brood could have their fun. She grinned as she wiped the blood that spattered from Laurel Gates onto her face and put her stained finger upon her tongue – victory sure tasted sweet.
Unfortunately, the pleasure faded when she remembered one more piece of the puzzle: Tyer and his Hyde. He was masterless now and running rampant last she knew. After the insulting display of condescension and one-upness both in the police station and in the woods, Wednesday wanted to torture the teen into submission and have him kneel before her as her lifelong slave. She felt a delicious tremble within her body at the anticipation of owning a Hyde to command. It was even better than being owed a blood debt.
Bianca and Eugene rushed to Wednesday’s side to comfort her, believing that her shivers had to do with overwhelm from the whole ordeal. They led her toward Nevermore’s gates where the rest of the students gathered while she planned ways to capture the Hyde and how to keep him in one of the Addams family’s torture chambers. She worried her parents would think that she was enamored with the boy by keeping him in one of their “love dungeons,” but Wednesday would convince them of the truth. She did not love Tyler. She used him just as he used her, but no one got away with using Wednesday Addams. She was the puppeteer and not the puppet, especially not one to a Hyde or a delusional pilgrim.
Wednesday’s eyes imperceptibly widened when she saw Enid covered in blood. Was that Tyler’s? Had her new pet already succumbed to death at the claws of her newly wolfed out roommate?
Enid ran to hug Wednesday, and the tension faded from her face, jaw relaxed at realizing her best friend was alive and safe. Wednesday internally cringed at the gesture of affection and immediately pushed the wolf away. However, she pulled the lupine back to her in an uncomfortable embrace while subtly licking the blood staining the werewolf’s shirt without anyone noticing. She needed to confirm whose blood was all over Enid. The metallic taste on Wednesday’s tongue tasted familiar, but it was a mix of both Enid and Tyler’s essence. Her eyes narrowed at the inconclusive result. Wednesday wanted to ask about the state of the Hyde boy, but even she knew better about social etiquette than to ask her roommate about his status and whereabouts.
“Do we go back inside?” Ajax asked while looking at his Nightshades group for any updated directions. “They’re dead, right?”
“Yes, we can return to our established residence,” Wednesday gave a small nod. “I will head in shortly.”
Enid turned to Wednesday eyes wide in alarm. She knew Wednesday hated loose ends, she guessed her roommate was going to retrace her steps all night and most likely look for the Hyde himself. Enid let out a frustrated growl. Wednesday Addams really needed to stop voluntarily putting herself in harms way!
“The woods are safe now, Enid. I just want to go to Crackstone’s Crypt and retrieve my ancestor’s Book of Shadows… and maybe burn down the monster’s resting place,” the pale teen explained hoping to assuage her overprotective friend.
“But Tyler- “
“Has been incapacitated by you.”
“Be safe,” Enid whimpered. She desperately wanted to go along with her friend, but she knew Wednesday needed to do this on her own and truthfully, she really needed a bath. All this blood and grime was counterproductive to her skin routine. “I’ll update Thing and keep him company until you come back.”
Wednesday nodded and turned away from the school gates making her way swiftly toward the forest once again. She hadn’t been lying about retrieving Goody’s grimoire, but she also hoped to find an unconscious human Tyler along her way. She enjoyed the blood moon and the crisp night air filled with the smoke of the fire that was still being extinguished. Now that there was no threat upon her life by a zombie pilgrim, Wednesday could relish in the little pleasantries of the nighttime. She wondered what would happen now. She hadn’t seen Xavier back at the school which meant he must still be in police custody waiting to be transferred. Wednesday smirked. The good thing to do would be to retrieve him and turn in the true culprit, but Wednesday cared little for the “tortured artist” and would much rather he rot in a cell than her precious new Hyde.
Interesting, she noted. The door to the Crypt was closed. Wednesday was sure it slammed shut when she left earlier. She opened the door and entered. Taking slow and leisurely steps up the steps toward the makeshift altar Laurel put together. She eyed the severed body parts. She would have to get rid of the evidence. How tedious. Wednesday was not one to clean after others, but she did what she must to hide her tracks and actualize her goals. She reached for Goody’s book and turned to the corner where she knew Tyler had decided to roost – the spot where she had the vision of the Gates home. It was natural to return to a familiar space and this Crypt must have been quite familiar to Tyler during his time under Laurel’s control.
“Hello, Tyler.”