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Wednesday Addams, the famous 21 year old author of numerous books, such a The Viper franchise, along with some documented books about the most dangerous serial killers ever. Surely, exposing past serial killers and publishing her investigations made her a possible threat for any present criminals. She was well aware of the risk that come with her work, however she did not care nor mind. She found it thrilling. Her parents, on the other hand, did not find it amusing the slightest bit. They were constantly worried about their daughter ending up in a ditch or thrown in a lake by some lunatic. And they were right to be worried.
It was a Friday in November, Wednesday was going on her usual walk through the graveyard and morgue as the sun set. It was chilly but she didn't mind. She liked the cold. Wednesday walked around, looking at the new graves that were added this week. There were only. One of an elderly person who died of age and one of a young man who had a lethal motorcycle accident. She had looked up their names as she walked past, liking to know the backstories of the deceased. As she walked back out of the cemetery, she felt a sudden and sharp pain on her hit. Someone had hit her with a shovel. How original. She found herself on the floor, fighting consciousness. Wednesday tried to look up and see the person who had suddenly attacked her and interrupted her usual walk. Unsurprisingly, they had a hood on. All she could see were their dirty white converse shoes. Next thing she knew, the person was turning her on her back, knife in their hand. They sliced and cut her chest, right under her shoulder with a swift movement. She watched in fear when they changed the grip on the knife. They wanted to stab her. Her head was still ringing, yet she still desperately tried to kick the attacker. They didn't budge. They knelt down next to Wednesday and made a swift move, stabbing her in the belly. Wednesday screamed as she watched her blood everywhere. The last thing she heard was someone struggling and fighting the person who attempted to end her life.
A few days later, she woke up in a hospital bed. Her head was throbbing and she could feel her stomach aching. Wednesday carefully opened her eyes and looked around. First her eyes found themselves looking out the window. It was bright. Probably around 2pm, she guessed. Then she felt a hand on her hand. She frowned and looked down, see her mother sitting next to the bed, holding her hand.
-You're awake., said the mother, clearly relieved.
-How long...?, tried Wednesday, still feeling weak.
-You've been sleeping for 4 days, my dear., replied her father, sitting next to her mother.
Wednesday tried to sit up and groaned loudly, her mother gently guiding her back down.
-The doctor said not to move too much., informed Gomez.
-Who did it?, asked Wednesday with a sigh.
-We don't know yet. They are still out, looking for them., replied Morticia.
Wednesday scoffed, highly doubting the police's capacity to resolve anything. She heard a door open, a blonde girl with colorful edges walking up to Gomez and Morticia, handing them two cups of coffee.
-Thank you, darling., said Gomez.
-Wednesday, meet Enid Sinclair., continued her mother.
Wednesday looked at the girl tiredly, not sure why she was supposed to meet her.
-It's nice to meet you, Miss Addams., nodded the blonde.
-Who is she?, asked Wednesday, her eyes on Enid but her question directed to her parents.
-She is your bodyguard. And don't you dare fight us on this. You will not go anywhere without her until whoever attacked you is being bars. We're no longer asking you to get a bodyguard, we are telling you you have one. We will take care of her paycheck., explained Morticia, not giving Wednesday a chance to interrupt her.
Wednesday looked at her mother, glaring.
-I do not need a babysitter., argued Wednesday.
-Miss, all due respect-, started Enid.
-I wasn't talking to you., said Wednesday firmly.
-Wednesday, she will be by your side whether you like it or not. If you disagree to this, we will no longer allow you to publish your works. We will pull as many strings as needed to make sure none of your works will ever be published again., warned Morticia.
Wednesday clenched her jaw, clearly not pleased by that threat but also well aware of her parents' powerful connection everywhere. Her eyes landed back on Enid.
-You don't seem like a bodyguard., stated Wednesday coldly.
-I get that a lot. But I can assure you, I am qualified for this. Your parents read my file and asked for me personally., replied Enid, her smile not fading.
-I want to see it. And I wish to be left alone for now., ordered Wednesday, managing to sit up slightly.
-As you wish., said Gomez, handing her the file as he had guessed she would want to look through it.
Morticia and Gomez got up, saying their goodbye before walking out of the room. Wednesday was holding the file now, looking at Enid.
-You too., added the injured girl.
-I will not be leaving your side, Miss., replied Enid, sitting down on the chair that Gomez was sitting in.
-It's an order., said Wednesday with a frown.
-Good thing I don't take orders from you but your parents., chuckled Enid.
This clearly enraged Wednesday, but the blonde didn't see to care. She leaned back against the chair, looking around the room, arms crossed. Wednesday scoffed at that and opened the file, turning the first page. She started reading frowning immediately.
-You are younger than me?, scoffed the smaller girl.
-Seems like it., nodded Enid nonchalantly.
Wednesday rolled her eyes and continued reading. 'Enid Sinclair, 20 years old, born in San Fransisco, werewolf.' Wednesday stopped at that and glanced at the blonde. It explained some of it. She then continued to read, going through Enid's experiences and previous jobs along with her qualifications. The seer was impressed but she would obviously never admit it. She closed the file when had seen enough, placing it on a little table next to her bed.
-Any questions?, wondered the blonde with a smile.
-Yes. Do you always smile that much?, asked Wednesday with a serious expression.
-Oh. Yes, I do., nodded Enid, unfazed by her question.
-Hm. It's annoying., complained Wednesday.
-I apologize, I do not mean to be annoying. However, I will not be changing who I am for you, Miss Addams., replied the blonde with a backbone Wednesday hadn't expected her to have.
-Mm. Fair enough., nodded the seer, leaning back against her bed.
There was a knock on the door suddenly, a doctor walking in and smiling at the two.
-Good afternoon. I am the doctor in charge of Miss Addams. I am here for a checkup. I think she could use some privacy for this., said the doctor, glancing at Enid.
The blonde got up without hesitation, nodding and exiting the room. Wednesday caught the glimpse of something that surprised her. A gun. Enid was carrying a gun. Since when do bodyguards carry a gun to the hospital? Her train of thought got interrupted by the doctor's numerous questions.