Outgoth The Goth

Chapter 12 - Joining forces

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Outgoth the Goth

Chapter 12 – Joining forces.

No One's POV.

"Who in the fuck has Tori then?" Ranted Jade in utter frustration as she lowered her sword and cautiously backed off.

Morticia looked to Wednesday and Jade for a moment. "You know Jade, the few times your mother and I actually worked together, we were pretty much unstoppable. Like the time when that South American dictator, Juan Gilberto, wouldn't answer your mother's fan mail. She was so terribly disappointed, as she was his biggest fan. She had spent hours drawing a picture of him, torturing political prisoners. She had done it just for him."

"Wait." Jade interjected, "I learned about him in history. He was the ultra-oppressive dictator of Val Verde and was overthrown in a 1982, coup d'état. The teacher said it was probably the most violent coup in South America's history. Gilberto, his entire cabinet and most of the top government officials were not only tortured to death, but mutilated beyond description. You both engineered that?"

Carolyn beamed at her sister with pride. "More than engineered, remember how he begged for my forgiveness, for not answering my fan mail."

Morticia smiled back. "Was that, before or after you took a blow torch to his, you know what."

"It was after and I still have his skull in my old tennis bag. It's amazing what a pair of 15-year-old girls can do."

Jade quickly put her face in her hands. "I'm not hearing this."

Grandmama put her hand on Jade's shoulder, "What my daughters are trying to say is that if you and Wednesday join forces, you could locate Tori."

Jade eyed Wednesday suspiciously. "I just want to find Tori, I'm game if you are. Truce?"

Wednesday eyed her coldly for several moments then extended her hand. "Truce."

The two Goth cousins shook hands, though the look of severe mistrust, never once left their faces.

"Ok Wednesday, where do we start."

Wednesday thought for a moment. "Follow me; I have something that may aid us?"

Morticia said to Carolyn, "While the girls do their thing, how about I make some of that wonderful toadstool tea and we all talk about old times."

As Jade followed Wednesday up the stairs and deeper into her house, she felt a sense of envy as this what she had always pictured as the perfect dwelling; creepy, moody and full of dangerous and spooky things.

They eventually arrived at Wednesday's room which looked like a cross between a medieval torture chamber and a museum run by a psychopath. It was like her room, only more intense. Again, Jade felt her jealousy rise.

"What are you getting?"

Wednesday ignored the question and from an ancient roll top desk in a corner extracted a camera. She then went to the wall and pulled down what appeared to be a white shade.

"Stand there please. In front of the shade. Don't smile." Wednesday said.

Jade complied and Wednesday took the camera and snapped a picture.

"Wait here, I'll be back in a minute and don't touch anything." Wednesday ordered before leaving the room.

"Don't touch anything." Replied Jade in a mocking voice, as she began to touch and handle the things that she found interesting. Among the objects she, touched, were a strangely misshapen skull, an old box of driver's licenses of various people some new and some old. Jade also looked at an autographed picture of British Occultist, Aleister Crowley that sat on Wednesday's night stand.