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Xavier walked through the door, leaving the art studio and entering the kitchen. He immediately saw Wednesday by the counter, a metallic tray in front of her. His eyes widened, seeing what was on it.
"What the hell is that?" He asked.
"A duck," Wednesday answered, picking at the embryo with a pair of tweezers in her hand. It did not, in no way shape or form, look like a duck. It looked like a fetus, a pinkish, underdeveloped blob with tiny limbs coming out of it; like it had been torn straight from the womb. She grabbed one of the dropper bottles sitting off to the side, taking out the pipette.
"And... why is there an unborn fetus duck sitting on the kitchen counter?" He stepped over to her, a slight grimace on his face, a tickle-like feeling crawling up his neck. He cleared his throat, trying to get rid of the bile that was coming up.
"I'm conducting an experiment." She applied two droplets to the embryo. She sighed through her nose before promptly continuing. "No, that was a lie. I simply wanted to pass time."
"Pass time? This is your way of..." he trailed off, clearing his throat again. "You know, I thought building giant guillotines was bad enough, using them even worse. This is like... new level Wednesday trauma."
"You knew what you were getting into when you decided to pursue a relationship with me."
"I know, I'm just wondering how many more levels there are."
"You'll find out soon enough."
"Why did you decide to do this on the counter?" Xavier rubbed his face. "You could've done this anywhere else but, you decide to do this here. Where we eat and cook."
The Addams threw him a brief glance. "I'm aware."
"And you don't care? The diseases we might attract from this thing?"
"It'll be good for us, strengthen our immune system. And, by the way if we had a laboratory, I'd be passing time over there."
He nodded. "Yeah then I wouldn't have to worry about being bed-ridden sick. You probably wouldn't get sick, actually 'cause your immune system's stronger than mine... I think."
"If you're that worried about being ill, you shouldn't be. I'll take care of you."
Xavier tilted his head, a cheeky expression on his face. "Aw, how sweet of you."
She fixed him with her gaze. "I'm not sweet. When I'm done tending to you, I'll feed you poison."
"To boost my immune system?" He inquired, a knowing look. She didn't respond, her eyes flew to the side before turning back to the embryo. "That's your way of saying I love you, Thorpe."
She scoffed. "You'll never succeed with that attempt."
"But, it was close though?"
"If we're talking delusions then yes, it was, Thorpe."
"Nah, it was close. One day, you're gonna finally say it and I'll come out victorious." He smirked, staring at her with narrowed eyes.
Wednesday began nodding as she picked at the duckling. "Mm, I'm sure you will."
There was a brief pause. "If only we did have a laboratory. Maybe we can conduct experiments together." Tapping her on the shoulder, smirk still on his lips.
She looked at him. "What type of experiments?"
"I dunno." He shrugged, leaning on the counter. "See how long people can last under pain. Uh, psychological experiments... create potions?"
"Death potion?" She asked, slightly leaning toward him.
He nodded. "Yeah, death potion. Hypnotic potions."
"Psychosis potion."
"Love potion?"
A grimace broke her neutral-slightly-intrigued expression for a quick second. "Death potion is better."
He nodded, grinning. "Yeah, we'll drink it so, we can die together."
"That was the idea."
Their gazes became entwined with one another with both of them finding it exceedingly difficult to look away as seconds went by.
"Would you like to go out for dinner?" Wednesday asked, her eyes still locked with his.
Xavier blinked. "I'm sorry, what?"
"Would you like to go out for dinner?"
He stared at her for a moment. "Uh, yeah. Yeah, um... let's go out for dinner." He paused. "That's weird."
"What is?"
"You asking me out."
"How so?" She slightly tilted her head.
"You never like going out."
"I'm making an exception."
"You got a place in mind?" He asked, unknowingly leaning in.
"I'll book us a schedule, it'll be a surprise."
Xavier raised his brow. "A surprise? From Wednesday Addams?" He looked away, a delighted look on his face as something began fluttering in his chest. "Did I die and go to heaven?"
A faint smile stretched across the Addams' lips. "Not yet."
A knocking came from the door, drawing their attention. A short-lived scowl broke on her features, disappearing instantly when Xavier gave her a quick glance.
He walked past the archway, over to the front door. He could see someone past the frosted glass as he opened it. It revealed a man who appeared to be in his mid-twenties, wore a polo shirt with a pair of cargo shorts. He was carrying a clipboard in his hand, a stack of paper attached to it.
He cracked a smile, nodding at him. "Hey! How're you? Um, I was just going out today. Um, we're just going around the neighborhood, seeing if people wanted to-"
"Oh, no. I'm good, I don't want anything, thanks."
The salesman stopped. "I'm sorry?"
"Well, I mean-... whatever you're selling? I'm good, we don't need anything at the moment. It's all good, thanks." Xavier turned, about to walk back into the house.
"Oh, yeah, yeah. No, it's fine. Just are you-is your cable good for your T.V.?"
Xavier raised a brow. He shook his head. "It's... fine. Dude, I just said-"
"Ah okay. So, are you willing to uh-"
"No, dude, listen, you're not listening." Xavier interjected, frowning. "Alright? I just said we were good, okay? Whatever you're selling? We're okay. We don't anything."
"But, you haven't even heard what my offer was yet." The man carried a humorless smile, almost coming off as smug.
Xavier looked at him for a moment. "I... no. No." He shook his head. "No, I don't care. I'm not interested."
"Yeah but, we're selling a discount. We're going around the neighborhood, I already sold to your other-"
"Yes but, we are good! I'm not interested, I just told you! Now, can you turn around and leave? Thanks." Xavier was already in the midst of stepping back inside, shutting the door behind him and ignoring the salesman.
He was in the middle of the hallway when a series of knocks came from the door. He ignored it, walking back into the kitchen. Wednesday was staring at him expectantly.
"Who was that?"
He shook his head, rolling his eyes. "Nobody, just some sales guy."
"He appears to still be knocking."
"I know, just forget about him. He'll leave at some point."
Wednesday began idly playing with the embryo, the duck sloshed around as the tweezers made contact. "If he doesn't leave soon, I'm going to deal with him."
"In what way?" Xavier propped his elbows up against the counter.
She shot him a blank gaze. "The way I always deal with pests."
For the next few moments the knocking persisted, it didn't take long for their annoyance and anger to flare up. Wednesday, more so, anger and Xavier was simply annoyed. They waited for the next series of knocks and it didn't disappoint. The knocks were akin to a chore, it's something you don't want to deal with but, have to. Wednesday found herself unable to focus on the embryo, poking at it with the tweezers slightly too hard.
The tweezers had accidentally cut the duckling, the blood trailing down it's underdeveloped body when the knocks turned into the bangs; confidentially shaking the door.
She didn't bother hiding the scowl as she dropped the tweezers on the tray with a rattling tap.
"Fuckin' pansy," Xavier muttered, walking over to the door. He swung it open, revealing the man who was no longer holding the smile. The salesman stared at him, his gaze replaced by a neutral, somewhat smug expression. One would mistake it for a simple, polite look if not for the context. "Hey, hoss, the fuck is your problem?"
"You can't just slam the door in my face like that, sir. I'm just trying to talk to you." There was something about that statement that just seemed to piss him off. The salesman spoke calmly, too calmly, almost like he was mocking him but, was too afraid to insult him directly.
"I don't want to talk to you, that's the thing! I don't want shit! I don't want any of your shit! You understand? I'm not fuckin' interested, now get lost!"
"Sir, I don't want you to miss out on anything. You cut me off multiple times when I was simply asking and then you slammed the door in my face."
"Yeah after I told you that I didn't want a damn thing! For some reason, you're not listening! You're just ignoring shit! I'm not interested, man!" Xavier exclaimed, scowling.
"Why not?" The man shrugged, standing there with his head slightly tilted.
"Buddy, fuck off or I'll get my gun."
The man didn't appear phased, he still had the same empty, idiotic grin on his face. He shrugged. "Okay, fine, I'll just come back later." He turned, walking away and leaving the porch.
"No, don't come back at all, shithead!" Xavier shouted, stepping onto the porch.
"Nah, I'll be back!" Quite possibly, one of the most fakest attempts at laughter left the man's mouth. "Why do you have to get so mad!? I'm just asking you a question!"
Xavier was about to fire back when a force brushed past his shoulder and he saw Wednesday walking up to the man.
His back was still turned; from her angle, he appeared to still be smiling as if he were actually finding this whole ordeal to be humorous. With the power of a bull and the speed of a bullet, Wednesday launched a shin kick across the man's temple; smacking him straight to the ground.
She knelt, pulling a dagger seemingly out of nowhere and held it to the man's throat. "Listen, you insolent welp if you-" she stopped, frowning when she saw that the man's eyes were closed. She heard the steady intake of breath, his chest rising up and down. She sighed through her nose before standing up and letting his head hit the concrete.
She walked back into the house, leaving Xavier out on the porch who stole a glance at the salesman; scoffing before following her into the house.
Xavier entered the kitchen. Wednesday was by the counter, packing up the tray and cleaning the surface. He stood against the wall, watching her intently.
She took out a box of plastic wrap, stopped and looked at Xavier. "Thorpe?"
A smile broke out on his lips as he walked over to her, his face hovering over hers. "I know you don't like compliments but, I have to say this. You are... incredibly alluring when you get all murderous and badass." When she didn't say anything, he continued. "Did I use that right? Alluring?"
"Depends on what you're feeling and I do like compliments. Just a specific type. Badass isn't exactly a term that I'm fond of. Murderous? I thank you, Thorpe." She eyed him up and down before her gaze rested on his. "You weren't so bad yourself."
"A compliment from Wednesday Addams, one of very few that I'll cherish forever."
"Many more to come, mi amor." She concluded, leaning in and their lips connected. His hand cupped her cheek, gently and tenderly pulling her closer. Arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer as their lips danced graciously with one another.
Heaven? No, not yet but, it was pretty close...