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Wednesday Addams prided herself in her stoic demeanor but she'd sooner have hot pokers melt her eyes than admit to the twinge of worry she felt deep inside.
No. Rather her consciousness gripped the unbridling rage roaring in her blood when her dear younger brother fell off the locker, tied and gagged with an apple.
His eyes lit up when he saw who it was.
Taking a big bite of the fruit and spitting out the rest, he exclaims, "Sis! This apple's pretty good! It tastes like cyanide."
Many students ignored the two Addams, majority already heading off to their respective classrooms but not before shooting sneers and scathing insults at the Addams siblings.
"The freak definitely had it coming." The boy wearing a letterman jacket and hoodie laughed, his fellow peers joining him.
Those laughs quickly turned to shrieks when knives found their mark and pinned the boys to their lockers by their hoodies.
"The fuck!" Another knife embedded itself an inch above his head and the bullies finally got the message to shut up.
"Pugsley." Wednesday began, her tone hard. "Give me names."
But her brother simply smiled while shaking his head. " Nah. It's cool sis. I got sloppy when I was planting glitter bombs in their locker. The coach saw me and sic his players. Would have gotten away but they cornered me here" He grunted, wiggling his body left and right til his hand reached his pocket knife, and quickly freed himself.
The seer shook her head. "Sloppy doesn't even begin to describe this incompetence. And glitter bombs? I expected better from you."
She exhales sharply when Pugsley threw himself at her, pudgy arms wrapping tightly around her in a bear hug. Her eyes rolled and she abruptly snapped her head back.
Her vision swims through thick,dense fogs of rapid memories, the vision clearing to what her brother had just said. She saw the old, balding coach with his signature grease stained red school polo shirt covering his beer belly and his disgusting biker shorts that leaves absolutely nothing to the imagination.
Thankfully it didn't settle on him long when the man yelled angrily, spittle flying from his lips when he caught Pugsley fumbling with some packets in one of the lockers. Her brother was quick to escape the locker room just as members of the swimming team chased after him.
Unfortunately, she watched as Dalton, the slimy bastard, caught up to him and wrestle with her brother. He put up a fight, managing to score a kick or two at some of the members before they eventually managed to grab his arms and tie him head to toe before stuffing him in her own locker.
What was minutes in the vision was simply a few seconds in reality when she returned. "I know you care sis but I can handle myself."
Thankfully, her brother was oblivious to what just happened, pulling back just as she made a swipe for him with a knife hidden underneath her sleeve.
She doesn't reply, but Pugsley saw the bloodthirst in her eyes and knew that Dalton was fucked.
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The swimming team was in the middle of club practice when the clack of heels echoed from the hallway, the pale outcast of the school standing ram rod straight and eyes piercing straight into Dalton.
"Hey! This is a closed practice freak!" The surrounding members laughed, even their coach was bellowing his grating, walrus-like laugh.
How easy it would be for Wednesday to change the pool of water into acid with a snap.
"The only person who gets to torture my brother is me." Raising the bags of piranhas, she watched their eyes fill with fear, the smiles wiped off their face.
Good enough
SPLASH
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"Wednesday has certainly had an interesting education." The blonde behemoth of a woman smiled, all false and forced as she stared into black pools of uninterest.
Perhaps she should have considered bolting the moment she stepped into her latest juvenile prison.
When the chaos had settled, Wednesday was inevitably sent to the principals office along with her parents who were already waiting, sitting in those worn out brown leather seats while the Daltons stood over them
Judging by the smirk in her mother's lips, she already knew.
Her father wept when he heard his daughter defending their family honor but the school was not impressed.
Dalton's parents moreso.
Wednesday was amused to see the admittedly good looking man with slicked back short blonde hair and a navy blue suit looking so disheveled and irritated.
Dalton's father, member of the city Council, threatened to have her thrown in jail and bragging about his connections with the judges in town all while his wife was blubbering and tearing up over her 'precious, innocent son' who was holier than though and could do no wrong.
The mother was more nauseating than the father in Wednesday's opinion.
Perhaps she needs a lobotomy if she's deluding herself into thinking her womanising, racist and bully of a son is precious and innocent.
The principal was valiantly trying to calm Dalton's parents all while Morticia cooed over Wednesday's actions.
"You're capable of a number of torture but I didn't think you'd get caught. Perhaps you're slipping."
Scratch that, nothing grated her more than the knowing smile in her mother's lips paired with the innocent twinkle in her eyes.
Her mother was dressed as elegantly as ever. Her long, fitting gown highlighting her curves. Her father in his crisp black and grey pinstripe suit with a cigar tucked in his chest pocket.
"I detest your implication, Mother." She growls under her breath, her arms crossed.
Morticia just giggles as Dalton's father continued to hurl slurs and insults.
"I demand that this bitch be sent to jail! My son is in the hospital because of her! He could have died!" Dalton's father yelled. The principal shrunk back and Wednesday bit back the urge to scoff.
Useless man.
Gomez just blew his nose with the handkerchied his wife offered to him, muttering in Spanish of how proud he is. "Mi tormenta, you truly bring honor to our family. Castration was the bare minimal of what the boy deserved."
"The hell you think-"
"Mr. Dalton." Morticia interrupts smoothly, a serene smile. "I don't like the tone you're taking with my child but moreover your son's deplorable actions."
His face turned beet red in anger. "How dare you-"
Again he was interrupted with a flick of her wrist like she was telling a fairytale to child. "With a pompous father and a spineless mother, it's no wonder your son has turned to bullying students into doing his schoolwork, and while I am not against expressing love, physical or otherwise, fornicating with other women in the gym lockers is counted as a direct violation to school policy is it not?"
That left the two speechless for a second while the principal did mumble an affirmative to her mother's question.
"O-of course, Mrs. Addams, but your daughter assaulted their son. Unprovoked if I may add."
"No, you may not." Gone was Morticia's smile and in its place was the cold glare. Even Gomez finally ceased his dramatic crying and sobbing. "When you attack one of us, you attack all of us."
"Cara mia, your viciousness is like a flame that burns my soul and lights my unworthy, pathetic heart to life!" Wednesday internally groans when her father gives a long, wet kiss to the back of his wife's hand.
"B-but your son cost thousand of dollars of damages!" The principals's patience finally reached its limit and thankfully cutting their intimacy short. "I understand this is difficult for you with your daughter's...special circumstances but the matter stands-"
BANG
Everyone but the Addams family jumped, Gomez unfazed by their reaction as he popped open his black leather briefcase. They flinched when suddenly monstrous shrieks and ghostly wails filled the room.
Gomez simply hummed, pulling two folders from the case, the third seemingly caught inside.
"Dammit! Uncle Tod, let go! Now is not the time for tug of war!" Gomez punched the inside of his suitcase repeatedly, the sound of bones cracking and grinding followed by angry Spanish slurs followed. "Aha! Lost again my friend."
Slapping the 3 folders down and facing the normies.
"Inside you'll find all the proof you need. Your son's perverse acts!" He tossed the folder to Dalton's direction and the folder spilled pictures of multiple girls engaged in sexual acts with Dalton. The pictures were clearly taken from his phone with each photo showing a different girl and different angles in the locker room.
"H-How is this...Where-" Mrs. Dalton was horrified at the number of women, her stomach dropping when she recognised a few of her friend's daughters.
"I have my ways." Gomez replies vaguely and Morticia smirked like cat who caught the canary.
"Your PE coach's sex offender profile." The principals eye's boggled at the list of offenses. "Perhaps the board would be interested to know that one of their employees is a pedophile working in a school full of minors. Fester, my beloved brother had a taste for youth, but he'd never stoop as low as to rape. Cannibalism. Yes but never rape." He sighed wistfully.
Mother and daughter's eyes darkened, their stare pinning the principal like a helpless butterfly. He gulped, noting that even the Daltons were repulsed by what they saw.
How was he going to keep his job if this got out?
"And who could forget the times my own son, my flesh and blood, being belittled and bullied by the masses and yet you've done nothing to prevent it."
Pictures of Pugsley getting beaten, thrown into garage bins, being pushed into locker rooms and countless other harassments raised Wednesday's homicidal rage.
She should have melted those bullies in a pit acid. The raven would have been doing the world a favor.
"So before you judge my daughter." Gomez slapped his palms down the table. The principal yelped when the surrounding bookshelves rattled and shook, and the wood beneath Mr. Addams palms splintered. "You should look at the problems you've left to fester because of your ignorance."
The corner of the seer's lips twitched. She sometimes forget that even though her father was devoted to his wife and children, he was also a cold and calculated lawyer whose sharp and business-savy talents continues to fill the coffers of the Addams fortune.
He bared his teeth menacingly at the principal. "I can forgive a lot of things but when you dare hurt my family, not even God himself is safe from my wrath."
His hand raised, his wedding ring glinted in the poor light and pointed at the Dalton couple. "If it were up to me, I would've let my daughter finish the job."
Mr. Dalton seemed to gather his bearings, puffing his chest. "Now wait just a second, that little bit-"
His eyes flew open and his wife screeched hysterically when he felt the sharp tip of a sword poking his throat. Mr Addams growled, holding his rapier firmly, his stance rigid and unwavering and tearing down what little bravado the Daltons had.
Wednesday actually let a full blown smile out at that. A rare spectacle to witness when her father was usually a calm and joyous person who's treated to getting stabbed on a daily basis as loving pokes from his wife.
"Termina esa frase, bastardo. Te reto"(Finish that sentence, bastard. I dare you)
Mortician sighed, fanning herself lightly. "Ma bête sauvage."(my savage beast)
The seer decides that she's had enough entertainment and simply stood up, catching everyone's attention.
"I hereby request transfer to another school, Mr. Pigsty."
Everyone stared at her,her father and mother were smiling, Dalton's parents cowering and the principals quickly paling face.
"It's Mr. Pickstick."
"I don't care."
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"How would you describe your educational experience in your previous school, Ms. Addams?" Ms Weems inquired, taping her pen rhythmically against her profile
"Blazingly dull." Wednesday replied, eyeing the stuffed raven in her desk.
That was a lie. Burning the school to the ground was the icing on top of the poison laced cake.
Graduating in style were her father's words. However, her mother was adamant in having her finish her education first so she reached out to an old friend working at her alma mater.
"Well, Nevermore Academy prides itself in specialists and top notched professors that excell in their curriculum but most important of all, it is a safe haven for outcasts all around the world."
The seer scoffs at that. "Safe? I'd feel safer at home."
"Wednesday, I understand your discomfort." Her mother coos lovingly, stroking the air above her shoulder gently. "But I believe you will grow to love Nevermore."
"If that were true, then why not send Pugsley as well?" Wednesday retorts, refusing to meet her mother's eyes, and observing the Headmistress' subtle signs of discomfort if the furrow of her brows had anything to say.
"Your brother is too young so we decided to have him homeschooled." Gomez answered, with a mischievous grin. "He even promised not to bite his tutors or feed them to Alli or Kitty."
Their daughter breathes deeply which is Wednesday's version of huffing.
Side eyeing the Medusa decorated fireplace,she mutters. "I've yet to burn a castle so perhaps it's not a total waste."
"Excellent!" Principal Weems clapped her hands, her smile back in place. "Then let us meet your roomate."
The silence couldn't be thicker.
Until...
"My what?"