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“Woah, what the hell were you doing Addams?” Bianca eyes the seer who trudges up the hallway in their dorm covered in mud.
“I was looking for an ancestral spellbook my spirit guide said I should find. Turns out it was not where she said it was.” Wednesday glares behind Bianca.
The siren turns around and gives Wednesday a perplexed look when she sees no one there. “Uh, who are you talking to?”
“No one.”
Bianca wrinkles her nose as she sees just how filthy the girl is up close. “Were you looking for the book in a mud pit?”
“A mass grave.”
“Jesus,” Bianca mutters. “How Enid has survived living with you for four years I will never understand.”
Wednesday scowls. “If anything, I’m the one surviving. You should hear how loudly she blasts her ludicrous pop songs.”
“Oh I do,” Bianca chuckles. “All the way down the hall in my room.”
“So you understand the torture I live with.”
“Please, we all know you’re the one that asked Enid to still be roommates in college,” Bianca says in a much too knowing tone.
The seer’s eyes narrow. “It was the most logical option.”
“Ha, sure Addams.”
“Would you have rather lived with one of us instead?” Wednesday challenges.
“Uh no, you both would drive me insane in two very different, but equally deadly ways.”
“I rest my case.”
“You could just admit you wanted to still live with her. I mean, you practically followed her to this school.”
“I don’t follow anyone,” Wednesday grinds out.
“Well you certainly didn’t come to NYU for the academics. I hardly see you in class.”
“I’ve read all the literature they assign.”
Bianca rolls her eyes. “Come on, Addams. It’s been four years. The only person you’re fooling is yourself at this point. When are you just going to tell her? Don’t wait until it’s too late.”
Wednesday clenches her jaw. “I don’t know what you mean.”
“You do, but fine, I’ll spell it out. When are you going to tell Enid that you lo-” Bianca is cut off by a throwing star whizzing by her ear. “What the hell??”
Bianca glares at the Addams who just looks with wide eyes down the hall. It’s then that the siren hears footsteps drawing closer, coming up the stairs and rounding the corner into the hallway they were standing in.
“Hey guys!” Enid greets brightly, oblivious to the conversation the siren and seer were just engaged in. Then she fully takes in her roommate’s appearance. “Jesus, Wends. Were you digging in the woods again?”
“Mass grave.”
“Dang, almost guessed that first.”
“Enid!” Bianca greets with a sly smile. “We were just talking about you!”
If looks could kill, Bianca Barclay would be six feet under the Addams estate by now.
“Oh, were you?” Enid asks curiously.
“Yeah Wednesday has-”
“We were discussing the egregious volume of your music.” Wednesday cuts in sharply.
Enid rolls her eyes at the argument they’ve been having for four years now. “As if your cello playing isn’t even louder.”
“At least that’s tolerable.”
“Debatable,” Bianca chimes in.
“Don’t you have somewhere to be, Barclay?” Wednesday snaps back.
“Unfortunately I do. Got to meet Ajax.”
“Oh, say hi to him for me!” Enid exclaims.
“Will do.” Bianca snickers, not missing the less-than-pleased scowl from Wednesday at the mention of the gorgon. “And Addams, think about what I said, yeah?”
“What did she say?” Enid asks in confusion.
Wednesday doesn’t respond, just glares at the siren as she retreats down the hall and out of the building.
Enid shakes her head as she opens the door to reveal their college dorm. Smaller than their room at Nevermore, but still perfectly split down the middle between black and pink.
“Go shower, Wends. You smell awful.”
Surprisingly the seer doesn’t object. 20 minutes later, she comes back out in fresh black jeans and t-shirt, with wet hair that was unusually unbraided.
Enid smiles to herself when she sees her roommate with her hair down. In the four years she’s known Wednesday, she’s pretty sure she’s the only one that has ever seen the seer’s hair unbraided, except at formal events. She knows it means Wednesday trusts her deeply, and she secretly loves being the lone exception to so many of the seer’s rules.
A part of Enid thinks, feels, that it’s something deeper. But Wednesday had never said anything about it, and she supposes she hadn’t either. So for now they were just still roommates, and friends. Best friends. And that was enough…for now.
“So were you working on a case?” Enid asks as she sits up on her bed, watching the raven begin to rebraid her hair.
“Weems told me I could find an important spellbook there. I didn’t.”
The wolf tilts her head in thought. “Spellbook? Like Goody’s?”
“In theory.”
“I thought you’ve basically mastered your abilities. I mean, you haven’t had any black tears since junior year of Nevermore.”
Wednesday almost flinches at the subtext. Since you had a vision of my death.
“I have mastered them.”
Enid raises an eyebrow. “But…?”
Wednesday finishes braiding her hair and goes to her desk wordlessly.
“Wends, you know I can tell when you’re not telling me something. Besides, if Weems made an appearance, I know something is up. She doesn’t just show up for no reason.”
“Sometimes she does,” the seer grumbles.
“Wednesday.”
The seer sighs. This was the danger of living with Enid Sinclair. Being read too easily.
“I had a vision today.”
“Of?”
“...Tyler.”
“What??” Enid is on her feet in a flash, racing over to stand next to her roommate with wide eyes. “But no one has seen him in over a year! Since he tried to stab you that time!”
“That was the Hyde.”
“Are you seriously defending him?” Enid growls, claws raking at the raven’s desk.
“No,” Wednesday says quickly. “Simply pointing out that Tyler himself is a weak coward who relies on his alter ego to do his dirty work.”
“Still sounds like there’s a compliment in there,” Enid grumbles.
“There’s not,” Wednesday insists. Not for him at least.
“So what awful thing was he up to this time?”
“He was still with Capri. Spewing some nonsense against outcasts.”
“But he’s literally an outcast too.”
“Yes, I got the irony.”
Enid rubs her temples. “So why do you think you saw a vision of him now?”
“Because he’s in New York.”
“What??”
Wednesday nods and points at a map. “He’s in Cold Spring. I recognized the scenery from one of my history books.”
“Course you did,” the wolf mutters. “Why do you think he’s here?”
“I have a theory.”
Enid squints as she starts to put the pieces together. “You think he’s after the spellbook.”
“Indeed.”
“But isn’t a seer the only one who could use it?”
“It’s my understanding that spells in this book can be cast by anyone.”
Enid frowns as she considers that. “So what spell do you think he’s after?”
“I don’t know,” the raven concedes. “All Weems told me is that it could be ruinous for outcasts.”
“Great. Love that for us,” the blonde groans.
Wednesday blanches. “Us?”
“Obviously I’m helping.”
“No.”
Enid rests her hand on the desk and leans over the girl sitting at it. “Do you really want to have this argument again?”
Wednesday’s eyes dart from the hand on her desk, to the blue eyes hovering dangerously above her, to the arm resting on the back of her seat. “I should’ve roomed with Barclay.”
The werewolf smiles widely at her victory. “You say that every time.”
“I mean it.”
“Nah, you’d miss the color I bring to your life.”
“Debatable.”
“Not really.” Enid leans forward before she can think too much about it and places the lightest kiss on the seer’s cheek. Then she quickly pulls back and flops on her bed, trying to act as if it was no big deal.
Wednesday sits there trying to remember her own name. But the only thing she can focus on is the tingling of her cheek.
“So,” Enid starts, trying to break the tension she’d caused. “When are we going Hyde hunting?”
Wednesday inhales sharply to pull her thoughts back together. “Tomorrow at 9am.”
“But we have an economics exam!”
“So?”
The blonde rolls her eyes. “You’re not just skipping the exam.”
“Fine. 10am.”
“Better.”
Wednesday huffs. I really should’ve roomed with Barclay.
Later that evening the two roommates lie in their own beds. Wednesday reading. Enid scrolling. It’s only when the blonde puts her phone down and stares at the ceiling that Wednesday knows she’s going to ask something.
“What is it, Enid?”
The wolf takes a deep breath in and continues to inspect a spot on the ceiling. “Do you ever think about what could’ve happened between you and Tyler? You know, if he wasn't a Hyde?”
Wednesday nearly drops her book. “That was over four years ago.”
“Yeah, I know.”
The seer frowns, unsure exactly what her roommate is trying to derive from this inquiry. “So no. I don’t.”
“It’s just…you seemed to really like him.”
“We went on a single date that he all but coerced me into,” Wednesday deadpans.
“Right, yeah.” Enid shifts. “But, you kissed him. You don’t just kiss anybody.”
Wednesday closes her book loudly. “What’s your point, Enid?”
“I don’t know!” The blonde squeaks. “He’s just…the only one you ever felt comfortable doing that with. So, I was just wondering…do you ever wish it were different?”
There’s a million things Wednesday could say.
I wish I had sunk my knife into his jugular right then and there.
I wish I had never let him hurt you.
I wish it all could be different. But not with him.
“I don’t concern myself with what ifs, Enid. Besides, even if he wasn’t a Hyde, we would’ve both been miserable.”
“You like miserable.”
“You know what I mean,” Wednesday huffs. “I would’ve despised every second of it. And I made it clear to him I’d make a terrible romantic partner.”
Enid can’t help but snort a bit. “You told him that?”
“In no uncertain terms.”
The blonde nods, somewhat appeased. “I suppose even if he wasn’t a Hyde, he was still incredibly boring.”
“Ironic for you to say when you were dating the gorgon.”
“Ajax is sweet though.”
“More like dimwitted.”
Enid rolls her eyes but doesn’t deny it.
Silence falls over them for so long that Wednesday almost thinks the wolf has fallen asleep.
“Wends?”
The seer wonders why Enid’s voice sounds so shaky. “Yes?”
“...I don’t think you’d make a terrible romantic partner.”
Wednesday fully turns her head to look over at her roommate now. Though Enid continues to stare at the ceiling, purposefully avoiding her gaze.
When are you going to tell her? Bianca’s earlier question rings in Wednesday’s ears.
“That is…” It’s on the tip of the seer’s tongue. But she can’t quite form the words. Not yet. She still needs more time to live in denial. “An incorrect assumption.”
As soon as Wednesday sees Enid visibly deflate in her bed, she wants to take it all back. She wants to blurt out the truth. That she’d make a terrible romantic partner for everyone except one person. A person she’d give everything for if she ever had the chance to call them her own. A person she’s looking at right now.
Enid rolls onto her side, facing the wall. Maybe this was just all in her head. Maybe Wednesday would only ever see her as a friend.
“Goodnight, Wednesday.”
Wednesday stares desperately at the wolf’s back. Cursing herself for being so, well, herself.
Don’t wait until it’s too late.
She reaches out and switches off the light.
“Goodnight, Enid.”
----------------------------------------------
“Ugh, that exam was unnecessarily hard,” Enid groans as they walk out of economics.
“And trivial.”
The wolf gives her roommate an annoyed look. “Sorry not all of us are good at everything.”
Wednesday frowns at the tone. “You’re adequate at plenty of things.”
“Gee thanks.”
They walk back to the dorm in a tense silence that was abnormal for them. The exam only further souring Enid’s mood after how their conversation went last night. On top of that, it starts drizzling on their walk.
“Let me just change so we can go,” Enid mutters when they enter their room.
“You…don’t have to come with me,” Wednesday tries, unsure how to smooth things over.
The wolf gives her a piercing look. “I told you after Willow Hill I’m never letting you face Tyler alone again.”
Wednesday glances at the floor and smartly chooses not to argue further. Three years later and Enid still wasn’t letting her live that down.
Their gear is packed with efficiency that only comes with years of experience. First aid kit. Enid’s portable charger. Wednesday’s various weapons. All shoved in a lightweight bag that the seer slings over her shoulder, despite Enid’s offer to carry it.
They walk to the subway station and take a train out of the city toward Cold Spring. Wednesday’s relieved that the tension between them starts to mellow a bit as time goes on, and Enid starts to ramble as she usually does.
“I wish Thing was here,” the blonde sighs as they exit the train and get in a cab.
“Father and Mother insisted on sending him away for his birthday for once,” Wednesday responds. Though she too wishes Thing was with them. She’d never tell him, but the hand was the best backup there was.
It’s pouring by the time they reach the town. Soaking their clothes immediately on impact and turning visibility to near zero.
“You always know how to show people a good time,” Enid mumbles, gripping her raincoat around herself.
Wednesday starts down the road on foot, unbothered by the rain. “My vision was of the meeting house.”
“Uh, isn’t that it?” Enid points at a building they pass by in town. “It says meeting house.”
“No. Older.” Wednesday continues to trudge on.
“Of course it’s in the woods.” The wolf huffs as the raven leads them off the road into the trees.
They walk for another mile or so, deeper and deeper, until they finally come across a dilapidated building in the middle of the woods. The sign out front is worn away, but still clearly says Cold Spring Meeting House.
“Yeah, this doesn’t look sketchy at all,” Enid squeaks, looking up at the building nervously.
Wednesday places her hand on the gate and closes her eyes. Focusing her powers. Enid just stands there openly staring, always amazed by her roommate’s abilities.
“No one’s here,” Wednesday says, opening her eyes. “Let’s go.”
Enid gives a wolfish whimper, but dutifully follows the seer into the building.
“At least it’s not raining in here,” Enid mutters as they enter. It’s the only nice thing about the building. Otherwise, it smelled of mildew and rot, and creaked like the most stereotypical haunted house imaginable.
For a brief moment, Wednesday considers holding out her hand to soothe the blonde’s nerves. But the very idea made her own nerves go haywire, so she refrains.
She pulls out a flashlight and starts walking up the dark flight of stairs, ignoring the groaning of the steps and the pounding of the rain outside. Enid follows closely behind, leaning into the seer’s space for comfort.
Wednesday sweeps the second floor until she finds the room she’s looking for. “Here. This is where I saw Tyler and Capri yesterday. They were looking for something.”
“The book?” Enid asks, searching around the room with her keen werewolf vision.
“Presumably.”
Rain pours through a hole in the roof. Soaking the old rotten floorboards beneath them. Wednesday pays it no mind as she goes over to a wall, searching along the surface until she finds what she’s looking for. She presses a hidden button and a trap door springs open.
“Eek!” Enid jumps back as a rat scuttles out of the concealed compartment Wednesday just opened.
“Nothing,” Wednesday mutters. “They must’ve already found it.”
“Oh. Fantastic.” Enid shivers, looking up at the ceiling that looked about ready to collapse on them. “Could we leave now then?”
“I suppose we-”
The crack is deafening.
“Wednesday!”
Enid dives on instinct alone.
“Ah!” The wolf screams as her arm feels yanked out of its socket. Her fingertips clenching around Wednesday’s own hand as the seer dangles from the hole that just opened up in the floor. A twenty foot drop staring back up at her.
Rainwater pours around them, soaking their hands. Enid can feel the raven’s fingers starting to slip.
The floorboards under the wolf creak, threatening to also give way.
“Enid!” Wednesday’s voice is more panicked than Enid had heard in a long time, perhaps since junior year of high school. “Just let go or we’ll both fall!”
“I’m not letting you go!” Enid screams.
“Enid!”
The alpha grits her teeth. Wednesday was not going to fall.
She calls upon every ounce of her werewolf strength to lift the seer out of the hole with one hand while rain continues to rush in around them.
As soon as Wednesday has cleared the gap, she tugs again, pulling them back with her enhanced speed as the floorboards she was just lying on crack and fall to the lower level below. They collapse in a heap on the far side of the room, only a few feet away from the now gaping hole in the floor.
Enid doesn’t even realize she’s lying on top of Wednesday, clinging to her desperately, until she registers the seer’s heartbeat in her ears. It’s racing far faster than normal. She jerks back to look down at the girl.
“Oh my gosh, Wednesday! Are you okay?”
The raven sits up stiffly, more rattled by the blue eyes staring at her only inches away than her near death experience. “I’m fine, Enid.”
The wolf can’t stop herself from gripping the seer’s shoulders tightly, scanning her face for signs of injury. “You-You almost fell.”
“So did you,” Wednesday points out, sounding a bit breathless herself.
Enid rests her hands on the sides of the seer’s neck. Tears escaping her eyes as relief floods her veins. “I wasn’t going to let you fall.”
You should’ve. The response races around in Wednesday’s head, given how close Enid had come to falling through the floor as well. She would’ve never forgiven herself if that happened.
But it didn’t. Because Enid didn’t let it.
Without thinking, Wednesday raises her hands to the shaking ones cupping her neck. “I know.”
She stares into the werewolf’s eyes.
Four years.
How many times were they going to do this? How many times was Enid going to risk everything to save her before Wednesday had the courage to tell her the truth? How many times would they go to the ends of the earth for each other before it was too late?
Wednesday reaches out her own hand to lightly cup the werewolf’s cheek, wiping away a tear.
The world narrows to just the two of them.
“Enid, I...”
“I knew you’d come.”
The voice has the roommates springing apart from each other, turning toward the figure standing above them in the doorway.
Tyler.
Wednesday scrambles for her taser. Enid lunges with her claws. But Tyler is faster than both of them.
A dart impales itself in the werewolf’s neck first.
“Enid!” Wednesday reaches out to catch the blonde as she crumples to the ground.
Tyler smirks as he squats down and leers at Wednesday. “Tonight, you finally get to watch your werewolf die.”
“You won’t touch her-”
Tyler shoots a dart into Wednesday’s neck.
Then adds two more for good measure.
-----------------------------------------------
“Enid!” Wednesday jolts awake.
A bright light shines in her eyes. The only one in the otherwise dark room she’s in. Her hands are tied around her back with chains. Tied to someone else. She glances over her shoulder. “Enid?”
The werewolf starts to stir with a groan. Wednesday breathes an internal sigh of relief. Then glances at their chains. Silver chains.
Tyler stands in front of Wednesday with a condescending smirk. “I knew we’d meet again.”
“The next time we meet will be at your funeral,” Wednesday growls. "Not that anyone would even bother to give you one."
Tyler kneels down and leans into the seer’s space. “Don’t pretend you didn’t miss the monster, Wednesday.”
“She didn’t miss you!”
They both look over at the now fully awake werewolf, thrashing in her bonds.
“Enid-” Wednesday warns over her shoulder.
Tyler stands up and circles around to face Enid now. “I see the little werewolf’s awake. No alpha powers can save you from that silver. Or from what we have planned for you tonight.”
“Leave Wednesday alone,” Enid growls.
“Oh don’t worry. It’s not her I have plans for. It’s you.” Tyler leers.
“Enough, Tyler.” Wednesday interjects, hoping to steer the boy’s attention away from the wolf. Vibrating with rage at the very idea of Tyler laying a finger on Enid. “Just tell us what you want.”
“What we want, is your help.” Isadora Capri steps out of the shadows and stands next to Tyler.
“Sure have a funny way of asking for it,” Enid glares at her former teacher.
Capri is unfazed. “Tyler’s dying.”
“How tragic,” both roommates say at the same time.
Capri ignores them. “His Hyde side is killing him far faster without a master. We need a way of removing his powers. A way we know to be safe and effective.”
Wednesday’s whole body tenses. No.
“There’s a spell in this book that can do just that. Remove an outcast's powers,” Capri explains. “So what better way for us to test it out than on one of the most powerful forms of outcast? An alpha werewolf?”
The seer can feel Enid straining nervously in her bonds. “T-That’s…y-you can’t…”
“No.” The word sounds incredibly desperate, even to Wednesday’s own ears. But she doesn’t fucking care. She twists her head around to try to look at Capri. “Test it on me. My powers are stronger.”
“What? No!” Enid glances wildly over her shoulder. “Wednesday-”
“Enid.” Wednesday pleads. “My powers are all mental. Yours are physical. If you lose them…you’ll…”
“Die, yes. Hopefully.” Tyler smirks evilly.
The wolf stutters through tears. “B-But if you lose them you…”
“Could also die.” Tyler concludes again. “Don’t worry Wednesday, you’re still our backup test case.”
Capri walks to Wednesday’s side and holds up a hand, as if giving a class lecture and not planning the murders of her students. “It’s true, Wednesday, that your powers are stronger. But only slightly. And as you said, Enid’s are physical. Much like Tyler’s. And therefore are a better test subject.”
“Don’t do this,” Wednesday all but begs, tugging on her bonds. Why was this the one time Thing wasn’t here?
“It’s possible she’ll still live. That is the optimal outcome for Tyler after all.” Capri flips through the book until she finds the page she’s looking for, then goes back to face Enid. “Ah, here it is. The spell to remove an outcast’s powers.”
“Capri!” Wednesday yells desperately. “Test it on me!”
The former teacher only starts muttering the incantation.
“W-Wednesday…” Enid’s voice is laced with terror. “I…”
The raven turns to her last hope. “Tyler. Let her go. Please. Whatever you want, I will give it. Just let her go.”
“Wednesday, don’t!” Even facing death, Enid still objects to Wednesday’s proposed bargain.
Tyler just grins maniacally as Capri continues the incantation. Truly lost to his Hyde side.
“Checkmate.”
Wednesday can feel the incantation in the air. The spell was almost complete now. In seconds, she may lose Enid forever.
There was only one option left.
She closes her eyes. Places both feet on the ground. And pushes with all her strength.
Three things happen all at once.
Capri murmurs the last words of the incantation.
Wednesday flips completely over the werewolf, still tied in chains that were wrapped around them both.
Capri reaches out to bestow the spell where Enid had been just seconds before…only to come in contact with Wednesday’s back.
Enid, thrown forward by Wednesday’s momentum, half flips, half crashes into Capri a split second after.
She screams as her shoulder hits the ground. The same one that had been yanked on awkwardly when she caught Wednesday earlier. But she hardly even registers the pain.
The only thing she registers is that…her powers still thrum beneath the surface. Very much intact.
Which means…
“Wednesday!” Enid looks desperately over her shoulder, trying to get a glimpse of the seer. The glimpse she does get only sends her into more of a panic. The girl is slumped over unconscious, a nasty cut on her forehead. But even more frightening. Dark tears cover her face. More than Enid had seen ever before.
“Wednesday.” The werewolf strains at the silver bonds that had loosened ever so slightly in their crash. “Please. Please wake up.”
Tyler, having just recovered from his shock over the events, steps over toward the seer.
“Leave her alone!” Enid growls. Her claws scrape against the silver now.
“She’s alive,” the boy says to Capri. Though Enid had never been more relieved to hear something from Tyler Galpin in her entire life. “But barely. Probably won’t last long.”
“Wends,” Enid calls desperately over her shoulder. Pushing at the knots around her wrists. “Stay with me.”
Tyler kneels next to Enid and grabs her injured shoulder harshly. “I had hoped to kill you in front of Wednesday. But I suppose I can settle for killing Wednesday in front of you instead.”
“You won’t touch her,” the werewolf grinds out, eyes becoming a feral yellow.
Tyler just smirks. “You were never the monster she wanted.”
Enid could tear out his jugular right then and there without an inch of transformation.
The Hyde just laughs and glances at the still unconscious seer. “Her breath is getting shallower. Can you hear it, Sinclair?”
Enid can. Of course she can. It echoes in her mind like a clock ticking in the background.
“Tyler,” Capri calls, having finally picked herself up off the floor from the crash. “It doesn’t seem like Wednesday will be a successful use case.”
“How tragic,” the Hyde mocks.
Capri picks up the spellbook. “A valiant effort by Addams, to be sure. But a futile one.”
Tyler turns and grins at the werewolf. “No one to save you this time.”
Enid’s eyes widen as she realizes Capri has started the incantation again. This time to ensure that she’s the target.
The Hyde leans in close to whisper in the werewolf’s ear. “And no one to save Wednesday either.”
Something snaps inside Enid. Something feral. Something primal.
The silver chains snap with it.
“AHH!”
Enid rips herself from her bonds and lunges at her former teacher. Knocking the spellbook away and sinking her claws into the woman’s shoulders. Cutting deeply, not caring how much blood covers her hands. She throws the silver chains on top of the older werewolf for good measure.
Tyler is next. For all his talk, he goes down easily in his human form, unable to transform before Enid’s claws are in him too. Leaving large gashes across his torso and cheek before he can even process what’s happened.
In a matter of seconds, they both fully immobilized. Enid standing above them with a wild look in her eyes. Leaving no doubt who the most powerful creature in the room was.
The wolf’s mania only retreats when she gets a full view of Wednesday whose face is streaked with blood and black tears. She gathers the seer up in her arms, ignoring her injured shoulder’s groan of protest. “W-Wednesday…”
Without thinking, she bolts for the exit. The raven clutched firmly in her grasp. She bursts outside.
It’s still pouring. And she’s still in the middle of the woods. The only source of light is the sliver of the moon above.
She runs.
She has no idea where she’s going, but her werewolf instincts must kick in, because minutes later she’s back on the streets of a now silent Cold Spring. She looks around anxiously and runs over to a park bench where she gently lays the seer down.
A sound that she knows all too well pounds in her ears.
The sound of Wednesday dying.
Enid grasps at her phone, fumbling with it in the cold rain.
911 is her first call. She’s proud of how well she keeps it together for the operator.
The Addams are her second call. She doesn’t keep it together for them. In fact. She only gets one word out. “W-Wednesday.”
Morticia doesn’t need to hear anymore.
Yoko is her third call.
“I’ll bring Bianca,” Yoko says as soon as she hears her friend’s sob.
Agnes is her final call.
“I just heard from Pugsley,” the redhead says frantically. “We’re on our way.”
After that, Enid drops her phone to the ground and grasps Wednesday’s hand. Kneeling next to the park bench as the rain continued to pound down around them. It had to be past midnight at this point.
“Wends…” Enid’s tears stream down her cheeks, mixing with the rain.
Wednesday’s own tears don’t wash away. The black streaks remain, somehow seeming darker than before. As if her very lifeforce was seeping out of her.
“God, why did you do it?” Enid says desperately, sobbing into Wednesday’s hand. “It should’ve been me. It was supposed to be me!”
The seer just continues to lie there. Unmoving. Looking even stiller than when she fell out a two story window.
“Wednesday.” Enid leans over and strokes the seer’s cheek, trying unsuccessfully to rub away the black marks. Her tears now fall onto the girl’s face.
“I love you. I have always loved you. Please. Don’t leave.”
The only response she hears is sirens in the distance.