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“You will suffer the same fate you bequeathed me,” Crackstone rasped before stabbing Wednesday as she was stuck into place, pressure pushing against her skin from whatever magic or sorcery from his staff, with an ice cold, rusted blade taken from his jacket into her lower stomach.
“Now burn in the eternal fires of hell,” he stated before twisting the sharp blade in a clockwise motion. Wednesday grunted as she felt like her organs were electrically shocked and burned, not like she imagined from a few months ago. She could hear her insides move for a moment before Crackstone finally finished his quite short monologue, “where you belong.”
Crackstone let loose on his grip on the knife and walked away and headed towards the exit of the tomb, Laurel only a few steps behind. It wasn’t long until Wednesday stumbled and slammed her back against a corner, making the pain in her lower abdomen worse when it felt like the knife moved further into her organs. Her spine burned as well when she slid down the corner and landed almost on her left leg. She placed a hand on the knife and grunted and breathed more heavily.
“Sweet dreams, Wednesday!” was the last thing she heard from the two before hearing the large wood doors creek close and slam, blowing out all the candles in the orange-lit room, making it pitch black.
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Enid looked around the room covered wall to wall in old, dusty purple books, disbelief flooded in her mind.
“I can’t believe you’re in a secret society and you didn’t tell me!” she managed to call out as she turned to look at her boyfriend-that-totally-wasn’t-a-distraction-to-keep-her-mind-off-of-certain-roommate. Sure she could barely feel anything around him, but she felt desperate to be with someone and Wednesday would probably kill her if she even once tried to hint at her true feelings to her. She still felt hurt that Ajax hadn’t mentioned the group, even if it was a “secret society”. Maybe she shouldn’t have gone for the one that accidentally stones himself every other day, possibly stoning some brain cells.
“Because, you know, it’s a secret,” She quickly scoffed before turning again to look at the other members walking down the stairs. She looked back at the three and back at Ajax, the three being Bianca, practically her bully, Divina, her best friend’s very obvious girlfriend since the Poe Cup, and Kent, seriously? Even Kent was here? Even Divina looked at Kent and gave him a teasing smirk when she asked how exclusive the club was.
Enid stopped when Bianca asked about something about Miss Thornhill, not listening as her head filled with concerns and worries about Wednesday. She made her statement that everyone needs to evacuate before it was too late and muted the rest of the others. She snapped back to reality when she heard the taps of Thing before picking him up and almost displaying him to the club.
“Thing and I will go look for Wednesday,” she said without thinking.
Bianca looked around for any disagreements before lightly nodding and announced, “Okay, Nightshades forever,” before everyone in the room, including Thing, snapped twice except her.
“Seriously?! A secret snap too?” Enid grumbled out while staring at Thing, then to Ajax. Ajax almost spoke back but was interrupted when everyone rushed up the stairs.
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The room wasn’t entirely black for long, much to Wednesday’s displeasure, since the moon shined through the roof. Her breathing had slowed and she had felt her pulse slow with every passing minute.
She had tried to distract herself from the burning sensation in her stomach for quite some time, even thinking about her werewolf roommate that she began to tolerate throughout the semester, however she would rather…she didn’t know what else she would rather do. She couldn’t say anything because she was bound to die so there was no use.
However, even with her burning back, sliced open hand, bruised and open cut on her temple, and of course the stabbing, she couldn’t bring herself to accept her death right then and there. At least a month ago, when she had just joined Nevermore, she would have even grinned at the thought of her death coming to her so soon.
But, instead it seemed to frighten her?
She couldn’t think of why, her family cherished death and participated in activities that would kill an average person. It could be leaving Eugene to the high school dogs, him unable to defend himself, but it didn’t fill the question she had entirely. There was something, or someone that was preventing her from just embracing death. It had to be that she was yet to save the school, right? That did fill in her question a bit more but there was still something else. Maybe someone? Disgusting. But Wednesday thought about it further, maybe it was, but who could it be-
creeakk
Great, now she has to deal with someone in her last moments. She didn’t even turn her head until she heard familiar tapping and rustling.
“Thing? What are-” she sucked in her breath and gasped, the blade slightly moving against her insides, before trying to continue her question, but Thing put up a ‘Stop!’ hand signal before rushing towards her, looking as sad as a severed hand could look. He slowly made hand signals to make sure that the girl could register what he was trying to say.
‘Help coming,’ was the first thing. She scoffed.
“Thing I…I don’t need help. I need to…get to the school, warn…everyone…” she managed to cough out.
‘Nightshades know, everyone evacuating, wait,” Thing finished before rushing back to the wooden doors and heading back into the woods. It didn’t take more than five minutes for him to return as a familiar voice followed him, a loud, popping voice yelling at him to hurry.
“Thing! Come on! Wednesday could already be dead-”
Oh.
Oh.
Enid. It was Enid. Her annoying but tolerable roommate that was the total opposite to Wednesday but still managed to sneak spiders, scorpions, and other critters into her gut and forcefully carve a room into her heart with her claws without even realizing it. The one person that Wednesday would fight, kill, and die for in a single evening without thought in the entire school, or even, give up fighting and killing if Enid asked.
“Wednesday! Goddamnit look at me and answer!” Wednesday finally snapped out her thoughts and looked at Enid, face red and wet from crying. Somehow, just the sight of Enid in such a way almost pained her worse than the stab wound. “Jesus Christ what happened!? Thing! What do I do? Why is there blood on your head? Oh my God your hand is sliced open!”
“..Enid..shut it, just, fuck, listen to Thing for a moment.” Wednesday gasped out as Enid held onto her arm. Wednesday thinks back to the times when she would sometimes let the girl hold onto her, hold hands even on special occasions. Enid’s touch was warm, normally Wednesday hated warmth but Enid’s felt safe.
‘Don’t take out knife, add pressure. I find more help. Wipe off blood’ Thing signed before scurrying away once again, with much more speed.
Enid quickly took off her jacket and attempted to wipe off some of the blood, before taking out her claws and cutting out a piece, almost whimpering as she ruined her jacket, and putting the rest around the wound on Wednesday’s stomach and slightly pushed. She used the smaller piece to wipe Wednesday’s hand, being careful of the tender skin, and wiping her head.
“Why are you doing this Enid…? I’m not going to make it…so just give up-”
“NO I WON’T.” Enid screamed out, making the other flinch. Wednesday stared at her with wider eyes than normal. “I’m not going to give up on you. I don’t care that you think you won’t make it, because I’m going to make sure that you do. You’ve done so much already for me, don't think I’m just going to let go. I care about you. I care about you so much and I don’t know why. So just let me help Addams.”
Wednesday held what little breath she had at the use of her last name. She tried to think of anything to fight back but she couldn’t. All that could come up was all the reasons why she wanted to keep the little Sinclair safe, keep her near herself so no one else could even think about having her. But of course Ajax was a problem, and her potential death.
“I…apologize, it seems I also- shit…” Wednesday started, “I also…care about you.” Enid gave her a look of slight relief and also of concern, like she said something she shouldn’t have. Not only that, her face seemed to turn redder.
“Wednesday, are you sure you don’t have like a concussion? You wouldn’t really mean or say that…,” Enid replied back, shaky and sad.
“Take the win, Enid. I meant it.” Wednesday grunted before she continued. “You have made me feel the exact feeling I wanted to avoid. Love. You have…made my stomach drop and swirl with your presence, I feel as if I’ve drunken a cup of poison…whenever we interact. I would do anything and go everywhere just- ugh… just at the snap of a finger if you ask.”
Enid looks like she is about to burst before she hugs Wednesday as gently but tight as she could. Wednesday sits there like a statue for a moment until she hugs back, using almost the last of her strength. They stay like that for a few minutes before Enid looks up at Wednesday, clearly distracted by something on her face.
Enid moves their faces closer before pressing both of their lips together, just like the hug, Wednesday freezes but pushes her lips closer towards Enid’s. It was no more than five seconds but it felt like eternity neither of them would have.
They both felt like a pack of dynamite had blown off inside their heads and stomachs as they kissed. Everything felt perfect in the moment until Wednesday had interrupted the kiss by muffled coughing, and…blood?
“Shit, Wednesday! You’re coughing up blood! And your heartbeat…I can barely feel it!” Enid started panicking as Wednesday slowly went limp into her arms, eyes relaxing and closing.
“Don’t…worry mon chére…” Wednesday whispered out, “...te quiero-”
“Wednesday? WEDNESDAY!” Enid cried out as she held Wednesday closer, her heartbeat going slower and slower as she became heavier by the second in her arms. Enid’s grip only grew tighter and her cries became louder as she buried herself in Wednesday’s shoulder, even when Thing finally returned.