Sitting in class I'm filling a sleeping Wednesday's dream with a serial killer who enters hospitals, purging the meek. After the séance I guess she failed to sleep much, doubt it was from fear but rather excitement. Not like our science teacher will care. At the start of the semester we sat at front since no one else wanted to be caught cheating. It didn't take long for the teacher to get upset or unsettled from Wednesday's nagging on wanting to dissect a frog and prove who could remove the organs quicker, me or her. It took a week for the teacher to rearrange the seating order for the 'trouble makers'.
Now we're at the back and I'm bored out of my mind. Normally I question Wednesday for explanations of what we're learning. I pay more attention when it comes from her or my mind simply is wired to understand after being treated as a simpleton. Whether it's playing hang man on a sheet of paper to planning out one of her schemes, I prefer the workload. Makes the time pass quicker.
Upon thinking closer on the matter, I think applied science works better for me. Creating a flame thrower and mixing poisons with the goal of making it for commercial use keeps my attention on the subject at hand.
*Ring*
Lunch time, hooray. The students start getting up from class, they give us dirty looks while the braver ones snicker behind our backs as they walk away. I let them, unlike Wednesday, I can't be bothered to come up with a torture method for someone who's name I can't remember.
I waited until even the teacher left in order to give Wednesday a couple more minutes of sleep. Then I shook her arm with caution as if she were a hibernating bear, "wake up. I wanna eat out today. Let's try that ice cream place."
She opened her eyes wide as if she awoke from death, "you'll die from obesity or from exhaustion if you were chased by a pack of hyenas at this pace."
"Hyenas aren't native to America and I'm not fat. I make sure to keep myself fit for desert every night."
She got up and I followed suit, "come, let's find my halfwit brother. His like minded brain, if he has one, will want ice cream as well. I already have enough with you winning like a baby."
"That was one time, and we were ten."
"People don't change, your proving that right now."
We continued bickering until we got to her locker. She usually drops of her text books here and prefers the older ones she keeps at home. I've read them and their quite 'unorthodox', I think a sociopath wrote them. They lack compassion when it comes to human testing in the science textbook.
Wednesday opened her locker and out came Pugsley, "who did this." She said in a neutral tone.
Perhaps from the lack of sleep she skipped Pugsley usual excuses and grabbed his wrist to not waste time; normally this scares him from the consequences of keeping secrets. Then I saw her head tilt back a little and it reminded me of yesterday's séance.
She turned to me, "come with me. I'll buy you ice cream at our next school."
I wasn't privy to the contact list or rather the intel Wednesday had on people. Within an hour she managed to buy two bags of piranhas and brought them to school. My role was to convince Lurch to lend me the car for awhile; in order for him not to notify the Addams of what we were about to do.
Our target were the popular kids at school. Typical rich kids with an ego big enough to torment the one person who doesn't mind explaining to the cops her reasons for murder.
"You sure we have to do this? Morticia...*ahem* your parents will have a thing or two to say about this."
"Spare me the lecture Elliott, we both know school is used to sperate the weak from the strong."
We walked to the school pool and there they were. They began to mock us and by now I've learned to drown out both their insults and screams.
"You can drop them now Elliott." I brought out the two bags filled with piranhas from behind me. A little smile crept over my face as I saw their smug expressions turn to terror.
As soon as the piranhas touched water they swam to them like sharks. "Um Wednesday, you said piranhas don't eat the living. These seem rather eager to meet the pool boys."
"Any animal when straved will let go of morals."
I stared at her in shock, she had that smile she weared when wining a worthy argument or committing crimes. "I didn't strave them Elliott. Their pervious owner did. Now I'm feeding them out of the kindness of my beating heart. Nervous of your first homicide?"
"Wait this was your idea!"
"Witnesses will say otherwise. Don't worry, the first kill of serial killers are often messy until they perfect their art." This way I can keep him behind bars, guarded.
"Fuck... I wish I could have designed my first at least."
That day I broke my record of being in jail and they let me out by midnight. Thankfully my first wasn't taken and it was attempted murder. Probably and definitely due to the Addams connections I got out with a 'slap on the wrist'. I can't believe I failed to see Wednesday's set up. Surprisingly Morticia picked me up alone with Lurch.
We waited until all charges of attempted murder were dropped by work of lawyer they paid to come at this hour. However I would need to take therapy lessons at my new school, finally.
When I got in the car I was greeted with an excited Morticia. I wonder why since Gomez isn't here.
"Enjoyed your time behind bars mi niño? I hear it gives you time to reflect on life. Must feel like a sabbatical retreat." She passed me a brochure.
"Nevermore? Is it time? But Wednesday still hasn't exhibited her power. Am I going alone?"
"Fret not, she will go whether she desires to or not. But now let's not talk about my daughter's desires. Although I must thank you for upholding your pact with Wednesday again with such determination. Even when the outcome wasn't wanted."
"Apologies lady Morticia I was doing my part of the deal."
"Oh come now, we buried our grievances in a casket. What's done is done. No need to awaken the dead for such matters. We need to talk about your gifts child."
I shifted in my seat a bit uneased by the situation. It's been a couple of years since she put such importance on them.
"Gomez and I have decided that it would be better to hide what you are in Outcast society, at least for the time being. There are many reasons as to why. For one, the politics of the matter, many will want to sink their claws in a one of a kind power. Even more so when they learn it's capability. There are more but the main reason is I fear for your safety mi niño adorado. If you were to expose your heritage, the people who sought your mother may come after you."
"Let them!" Black sand arose around us in the car.
"You've proven my point for worry. It's only a temporary measure but remember you swore to me to forget your need for revenge."
She waited until I relented and nodded in acceptance. A part of me felt embarrassed that I still lacked self control on the matter. A tiny part of me was upset by missing the opportunity.
"You will pass as a student with telekinetic powers. Who has enough talent, that we sponsored you out of gratitude for supporting Wednesday after all these years. Afterall, that is what is rumored about you. A simple Outcast who we adopted out of pity due to being the last of your line. Feel free to prove them otherwise."
She leaned closer to me grinning "you'll love it there, both Wednesday and you. I have the fondest of memories there. It was there where I met Gomez. Seeing him for the first time filled me with so much life that I realized I was a kin to a corpse before meeting him. Oh when we shared our first night at a cemetery..."
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