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Wednesday hid in the dark corner, watching as the people she associated herself with cornered Tyler. Enid had lured him in here, for the sole purpose of Wednesday being able to stab him with Laurel Gates… Thornhill’s… recipe.
At Tyler’s first, “Where’s Wednesday.” Her heart thundered in her chest. She had to do this; she had to do it to ensure Enid survived. She couldn’t lose Enid, not when she cared for her so deeply, so deeply that it hurt for her to even accept Enid’s proposal of being bait for Tyler. The five of the nightshade’s rounded Tyler.
They all held some form of weapon, not that that’d even work when facing a creature as powerful as Tyler, he was a Hyde after all. Enid seemed to believe that she was safe from him, because she was a werewolf. But it wasn’t a full moon, and she wouldn’t be able to defend herself against the onslaught of Tyler’s attacks, if he chose to attack, that was. Her heart thundered in her chest as she watched the interaction between the two. She was aware of how much Enid despised Tyler, after all he’d won Wednesdays heart… just to crush it by the demand of Thornhill.
“Swords are cute… but no match for a Hyde.” Tyler said, seemingly disgruntled by something as he turned his gaze from the group and instead narrowed his eyes on the floor. Something was up, he seemed almost like he was in pain. His voice trailed off into a sort of whimper, and his curls danced over his forehead from the movement. When she’d seen him in that cage, she had to fight back the emotions that bubbled to the surface. Memories she’d tried to forget but hadn’t managed to. Memories of him, of their kiss. The kiss that was so rudely interrupted by an even ruder awakening.
“Too bad the moon isn’t full tonight.” Tyler spoke with sass in his voice; he knew that Enid was defenceless without her ability to transform. The others, they’d be able to help sure. But he was angry, bloodthirsty. He would stop at nothing if it meant finally being able to rid the world of the anomaly that is Wednesday Addams. His eyes began to bulge out of his head, and the transformation begun. The group began to belittle him, entice him even more. They had to make him angry, otherwise this wouldn’t work.
Wednesday crept from behind the statue, her walk slow and deliberate as she watched Tyler morph into his beast. His back curling as he grew multiple feet taller. It was truly horrifying to watch. The way hair sprouted from his back, and his head morphed into something that only the most twisted of imagination to dream up. But she couldn’t help but feel envious of the sheer power he held in his emotions. Her eyes laced with awe as she watched him, but anger crept into her veins. Without a doubt he would hurt Enid if it brought him closer to his goal – killing Wednesday.
Creeping, taking a step that landed heavier than its predecessors she listened to him scream at the others to stop. His weakness seemed to be ridicule, his ego so fragile that even the most child-like attack sends his emotions spiralling, turning him into that beast.
Her mistake, however, was underestimating his hearing capabilities. Her feet moved absentmindedly as she wrapped her pale hand around the syringe, poised for the attack. The syringe held nightshade, without all the deadly additives, it would simply sedate him and appoint her as his new master.
She’d have bested him, and he’d be in her control.
He spun around; his arm swinging with enough force to crush a building and whacked her point blank in the stomach. Her small body was sent flying, and she crashed into the wall beside her. Sharp pain burst through all her senses, her head pounding. Spine thundering in pain, she attempted to tug herself into a partially vertical position.
Vision beginning to return, she watched as Tyler swung and knocked Ajax into the statue in the corner of the room, the crash loud and deafening. Body aching, she pulled herself up onto her hands and knees. Hair dangling in front of her face, she grunted as her body screamed in protest.
Her body screamed at her, pleading with her to stop and just lay down. But Enid, Tyler stood over her, his sick and twisted body angled in preparation to destroy hers. He raised his arm, and Wednesday fell back onto her ass.
Looking to her side, she swiped the syringe from the leaf littered ground and grit her teeth through the pain. Her body was protesting against her every movement but still she persisted. With one last wince, she stood up with the purply-blue syringe hidden in her hand.
“Tyler!” She said, her voice loud but portraying that impermeable calmness that she radiated. “Enough.”
He responded with a deafening growl, turning on his feet, his hands supported on the floor as his wide round eyes met hers. His posture was like Quasimodo, his appearance eerily like the character damned to a life of solitude by his owner. Was that who Tyler was, deep down? A boy searching for acceptance – finding it in a sadistic sick woman who simply wanted to use him to do her bidding. Stuck in that tower his whole life.
Well, she’d knock it down from below.
“We both know I’m who you really want.” Her voice shook with her words, her body screaming at her. Her body was two seconds away from collapsing, and she swore she had at least sprained her ankle. His big claws thumped towards her as he approached, levelling her with his gaze. The fangs protruding from his mouth reminded her of sharks, and she was giddy about the thought of those dagger teeth digging into her chest and ripping out her heart.
The others, Ajax, spoke – he beckoned Enid to them, to where they hid behind a chair like a church pew.
Wednesday’s head tilted to the side ever so slightly, alleviating the pain of her apparent neck injury. Feet moving, she approached the monster that stood before her. “What if I lied about my feelings?” She said, her monotone voice loud, so he could hear her over his grunting and grumbling.
“You were right.” A rumble came from him as her voice sung a siren song to his wanton ears, “I was attracted to you.”
His eyes darted between hers, clearly trying to ascertain if she was simply trying to gain an advantage… or if she was telling the truth.
“But you do know there’s only one way we can truly be together.” Her voice a quiet murmur that only he could hear. Not needing the others to hear her… confession, she’d never live down the shame. Because deep in her cold and rotting heart, she knew that it was partially true. “Say hello to your new master.”
Raising her arm, she swung the syringe and stabbed it into where she assumed his heart lay. Shrieking, he backed away from where Wednesday stood, a satisfied look twisted into her dark features. He dropped to the floor with a thud, and his body twisted and contorted until he was but a boy, naked and afraid on the cold ground.
Wednesday’s satisfaction was short lived as she craned her neck down to look at him, shame filling her veins. It was evil, to become a Hyde master. But if he ever stood a chance of being rehabilitated to sanity, this was the only way. She couldn’t let them take him again, she had to do this on her own. Because, last time they only made things worse – made him more homicidal.
“Ajax, go get me some clothes.” Ordered Wednesday, they were roughly around the same size, Tyler was just a bit taller. But it would work until she got him some of his own clothes. Dropping to the floor beside him, she checked his temperature. He was heating up, that was the effects of the plants working to sedate him. Already having an idea on where to go, she tugged off her jacket and tied it around his waist. “Help me.” Was all she said, and
Bianca ran over to them, grabbing the other side of Tyler and helping her carry him.
With each step, Wednesday felt her ankle deteriorating. It had definitely been sprained from her brief experience with aeronautics, and dragging this heavy man was absolutely not doing her any favours. But she had to get him to somewhere safe, somewhere no one would go looking. Because if she even stood a chance at turning him into somewhat of a human being, she’d have to go through the gruelling process by herself.
Deep down, she knew that he had feelings for her. He would’ve killed her the moment he saw her in the asylum, not just sending her out the window. Had perfectly adequate opportunities to kill her before, and yet he failed miserably. Thornhill physically controlled him, mentally abused him. But even she couldn’t control that part of his brain that he kept for himself, allowing himself to even have a smidge of self-control. It was that same part of his brain that he’d used to kill Laurel Gates in the bigger picture of it all.
Wednesday took Tyler to Xaviers old art studio. It had been cleared out of all stuff and remained empty and that contributed to her decision to keep Tyler locked away in there. Nobody had bothered to ask for the shed after Xavier left the school, she didn’t understand why. It was a perfectly nice place.
“We’ll keep him here, can you siren song the headmaster to forget of its existence?” She turned to Bianca, wiping her bloody hands down her skirt with a grimace. She had glass shards embedded into her palms from where she had hit the floor next to a broken window. What a wonderful coincidence.
“Really, Wednesday?” Bianca scoffed and raised her perfectly curated eyebrows at her.
“Unless you want me to tell the police you’re helping me pervert the cause of justice.” Wednesday replied, crossing her arms over her chest, blood dripping down her sleeves in thick lines. Why did hands have to bleed so much?
“Fine.” Bianca grunted, narrowing her eyes on Wednesday. They never really got on, of course it had been better at the end of last year. But there was still inexcusable tension between the two for a reason unknown to both.
Of course she’d have to make more nightshade, just to be safe. Needing to acquire things such as bedding and food. She sent Bianca to go acquire the things she needed, as well as take care of the pesky principle. Of course, she’d given Bianca the money for everything she required for care for Tyler… and a list.
Now here she sat, in front of Tyler who lay curled on the floor the only part of him covered being his crotch. Covered with her school blazer. Her hair was still a tangled black mess, and her hands still littered with shattered glass. Looking to her left, she watched thing enter – dragging her bag behind him. Perfect, she had a scalpel set and tweezers in there. And a med-kit. And a saw. But why would she need that?
“Thank you Thing” said Wednesday, taking the bag from him. Thing darted out of the room, clearly not wanting to be apart of anything that was going on. It was frustrating how loyal to Enid he was these days, he was supposed to be her side kick.
Unclipping the front, she tugged it open and grabbed her Med kit and tweezers. Laying down a strip of gauze, she began to pluck the shards of glass from her palm, which was covered in her crimson blood. The action of cleaning wounds was therapeutic to Wednesday. Not because of the fact of helping someone, just her reminiscing how the wounds were afflicted in the first place. These wounds were associated, in her mind, with a victory. She’d finally defeated Tyler.
Just as she thought about what she’d done, the thought danced in her mind. How was she going to explain this to Enid? Dear Enid, who wanted Wednesday to send Tyler straight to a mental asylum where they could torture him with shock therapy until he broke out once more and slaughtered a couple hundred people.
Wednesday wasn’t doing this for her or Tyler’s sake; she was doing it for everyone else.
Voicing a whimper, Tyler attempted to sit up. Her jacket slipped from where it covered his dignity, and Wednesday nearly shrieked. That was not a sight she wanted to see currently, or ever for that matter. Kissing him was one thing, seeing him naked was a different thing entirely. And after all, now he held a deep psychological bond to her that sent shivers down her spine.
“Wuh- Wednesday?” His voice was barely above a whisper, whining as he pulled himself up into a sitting position. Thankfully he’d grabbed her jacket and used it to cover himself. His eyes were deep, almost scary to a fearless Wednesday. He looked so… angry? No, not anger. Soft. Not having seen him this way since the night of the rave’n’, Wednesday attempted to choke back everything she wanted to say to him. “What… did you do?” Eyebrows arching upwards, sadness crept into his features. Realizing, he must have realised that she was now his master.
“I’m trying to do what’s right.” Wednesday said, her voice calm and monotone as she placed the tweezers on the gauze, beside all the shards of glass she’d dug from her flesh. Tyler didn’t respond to her, instead she watched as thick blobs of tears rolled down his inflamed pink cheeks. She didn’t know the exact way it worked, or why he now psychologically belonged to her. But deep down, she knew this probably wouldn’t end well for either of them – she knew that he’d killed Thornhill, what’s stopping him from killing her? She didn’t even unlock him, only chemically hypnotized him into belonging to her.
Wednesday wouldn’t be like Thornhill, though. She’d be his master, yes, but only because without her he’d surely go insane… or even die. But she wouldn’t force him to do anything, coerce him. Mostly, she wanted him to gain his freedom and be as close to a normal person as he could be considering the monster form he kept beneath his pale skin.
It was weird, his skin used to be so tan… but clearly, being under that hospital for a year had sucked any colour from him. As now he sat there, a pale, sad mess. He was still muscly – most likely from the chains they kept him in, the chains he had to drag around his chamber to move around. It was cruel, really, he was just a hurt person… and they treated him like an animal. Dirt covered his skin; he clearly had been sleeping rough since he escaped judging by his crazed hair and the fact his clothes were torn to bits… before he tore them to bits even more in his transformation.
“I won’t control you.” Said Wednesday, “Not like she did.” Shaking her head as she crawled closer to where he sat on the floor. His dignity was holding on by a thread, barely covered, muddy, bloody, and crying in front of the girl who he’d tried to kill multiple times. A girl he knew had no room for kindness in her heart, so why was she being so kind to him now? There was no mocking in her sweet voice, no humiliation in her words. Those two factors alone spurred him to cry even more.
Dropping to her knees in next to him, Wednesday just watched as the man she’d previously seen as a threat broke down in front of her very eyes.