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Students' laughter fills the halls, as child-like antics occur. teenagers bump into each other whilst walking to their classes. People around her stop in their tracks, mesmerised by the way she stares ahead, like highschool isn't a place where a girl like her would her eaten alive. And to be honest, she would have been. If it wasn't for one tiny little thing. If she wasn't Wednesday Addams.
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Wednesday walks the halls of Reagan High, her mind wandering. “I'm not sure whose idea it was, to put hundreds of adolescents in underfunded schools,” she wonders, as her high-heeled boots patter along the tiles as she walks ahead. “Run by people whose dreams were crushed years ago.” Teenage girls dressed in many colours too bright for her part in her path, as Wednesday walks ahead, a goal in mind. “But I admire the sadism.”
Students and teachers alike quiet themselves as Wednesday approaches, the not-so-subtle fear radiating from each and every one, sending a tinge of not-quite pleasure up Wednesday Addams's spine.
She keeps walking as the bell rings, not intending to actually attend her classes, seeing as Wednesday often ends up teaching her teachers, especially in classes such as English or history, the two she excels in the most.
Wednesday intends to make her way to the door, and just leave out the back like every other day, mere minutes after Lurch drops her off. But today, something else made her stop.
Looking around to examine her surroundings, Wednesday realised what she had stopped next to, and why she had stopped. There was banging coming from a locker.
Not just any locker.
Pugsley’s locker.
Wednesday opened the locker harshly. Not quite enough to slam it, but definitely not gently enough that the rickety frame didn't make a noise.
Pugsley fell to the ground with a thud and a whimper, with an apple in his mouth and the ropes- bound loosely, but bound- around his body still.
Wednesday pulled the apple out of her brother’s mouth, a loud crunch coming from him. “I want names.” She demanded.
“I don't know who they were, honest.” Pugsley whined, through stifled sobs he obviously didn't want to let down in public, much less around his sister. “It all happened so fast, like they'd already planned it.” His voice cracked, and he lifted up his back slightly so Wednesday could pull the ropes out from underneath him, untying him.
“Pugsley, emotion equals weakness.” She responded,pulling a piece of rope up over his head. “Pull yourself together.” She pulled the remaining ropes off, and they made a slight cracking sound as they hit the floor when she tossed them “Now.”
Pugsley nodded, or at least Wednesday thought she did, as right in the middle, she was hit with a vision.
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“You scared kid? Scared?”
The five boys, all jocks, poked and prodded at Pugsley, two of them tying him up at the same time.
“He can't be scared, he's an Addams.”
“Fucking freaks, the lot of them”
A blond boy shoves an apple in pugsley’s mouth, his creepy grin wide, like he thinks this is the funniest thing in earth.
“He looks like a retard”
The door slams shut, and the voices and laughs become muffled, but clearly still there.
“I know, we should keep him like this so he doesn't infect us or something.”
The voices become too muffled to make out, and footsteps get quieter, making sure that Pugsley knows he's alone.
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Wednesday snaps back to earth as her vision ends and the bell rings again, to let the students know they're late for class now.
“You okay?” Pugsley asks. Wednesday says nothing. To him anyways, but her mind is racing again. The visions feel like electroshock therapy, but without the classic Addams-family satisfying afterburn.
“Leave this to me.” She says, getting up and running off quickly. Pugsley sits up, calling after her.
“Wednesday?” Wednesday turns. “What are you gonna do?”
“What I do best.” she responds ominously.
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Wednesday walks up the stairs to the pool slowly, as though she's savouring the moment about to happen. Her hands are behind her back, and she has what can only be described as a knowing smirk on her face, because true to her reputation, the not-quite grin she has on her face, isn't quite a smile.
Something, a bit more sinister than a smile, but she's filled with too much glee for it not to be. Her smirk immediately fades as she sets her sights on her victims (though for them to be victims, they'd have to be undeserving. Wednesday believes they are no such thing.)
One of the boys taps the leader, the blond, though you'd never be able to tell through the skin-tight swimming cap. He turns, and grimaces when he has to look up, and he sees Wednesday. “This is a closed practice, freak!” He yells. “I thought you were smart. Though you might be a ‘tard just like pigsley.”
His mates laugh at his terrible joke, and the leader boy acts proud of himself.
“The only person, who gets to torture my brother,” She speaks slowly, making sure that they understand, no matter how stupid they may be. “Is me.”
Wednesday pulled her hands out from behind her back, and shows the boys what she has. Bags of fish. Not just any fish though. Piranhas. Paralysed in fear, the Jocks stop. They watch. They wait. Terrified, they look to eachother, with expressions that say; “Is she really crazy enough to do that?”
They get their answer.
With a splash Wednesday drops the bags of piranhas in. The bags already open, naturally.
20 in all, the piranhas swim towards them, and the guys race against each other's splashes for the edge of the pool, needing to get out.
One guy falls behind. The last. The leader. Maybe he's talented at football, but not at swimming.
Blood fills the pool, as do the echoes of his screams.
Wednesday smiles. A proper smile. Maybe still evil, but it's definitely a grin. The first one since she discovered the electric chair in the attic.
Satisfaction. Pure, blissful, satisfaction.