arescere ✿ xavier thorpe

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4 - the near escapees

he was in the coffee shop, sipping his hot chocolate when the cold rush ran over him. wednesday addams was in the area. he looked up from the book to find wednesday talking to one of the cute boys behind the counter. tyler, the one who always added an extra sprinkle of marshmallows. she was fixing the machine, it was steaming everywhere. and she was fiddling with the insides. there was no doubt that she had learnt how to do this in some gruesome way. something like build a machine that chops off people's heads.

"never met a kid who got their hands dirty. minus him." he stated before glancing over to peter, wednesday watched as his head snapped back to the book. pretending like he hadn't been watching them. tyler smiled at the boy who gave him a small smile back before rereading the same line of his book.

“if i am the chief of sinners, i am the chief of sufferers”

but he watched as wednesday sat in a booth alone. something about her was just so interesting, whether it be the loom of death or the fade of grey. 

"what's a nevermore freak doing out in the wild? this is our booth." these kids spat and he lifted his gaze once more to find three kids dressed in disgusting pilgrim outfits standing over wednesday.

"why are you three dressed like religious fanatics?" and peter decided to go after and get her. it's not like she needed saving but he had heard what they said. she seemed to be incapable of emotions or noticing one's emotions. like how their presences of being nevermore kids filled the pilgrim dressed kids with rage.

"it takes a special kind of stupid to devote an entire theme park to zealots responsible for mass genocide." he heard wednesday speak as he made his way over.

"my dad owns pilgrim world, who you calling stupid?" and peter dropped into the seat opposite wednesday. she didn't even bother looking at him.

"sounds stupid to me as well, why praise the wrong." peter spoke and all their eyes snapped to the boy who had gotten past them. he wore his uniform as well but the nevermore blazer was stuffed in his bag. making him look almost like a normal person.

"who's this, your boyfriend coming to protect you. is he a freak like you too?" they spat. this was the first time peter had ever been spoken to this way in jericho, he always hid the nevermore status. yet he gave it up for wednesday addams. and tyler came over. looking between the two at the table.

"stay out of this galpin."

"yeah, stay out of it." wednesday spoke as she stood. standing tall against them, she wasn't scared of them. she was far from it. she was amused.

"so tell me freak, you ever been with a normie?" one of the pilgrim kids questioned as peter came to stand too. he wanted out now.

"i never found one that could handle me." she replied and that lingering cold feeling drifted over him.

"boo!" and the poor boy scrambled away in fear. and his friend charged at wednesday. the other going for a secret attack before peter grabbed his hand. watching as the colour drained from his face at the iced touch. only for his other hand to hit him in the face. peter instinctive letting go to bring his own hand to his face when wednesday kicked the last pilgrim to the floor. assist. peter fell back into the chair. he knew wednesday addams was trouble but come on. the two ties he had been around her something bad happened. he got elbowed trying to pull her out of the way of a falling gargoyle now now punched in the nose for stopping someone from dirty hitting her. and then the icing on the cake, sheriff galpin walked in. and the cherry? ms weems came rushing in. finding two of her students. both escapees in different senses. wednesday was running away, peter only escaped for the sense of normality.

"apologies sheriff, these two must have slipped away from me. come on, miss addams, mr belfiore, time to go." she spoke and peter scrambled for his bag. picking up the book from the table. wednesday couldn't help but glance. the metamorphosis by franz kafka. interesting choice.

"wait a minute, you're an addams. don't tell me gomez addams is your father? that man belongs behind bars for murder. guessing the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. i'm going to keep my eye on you. belfiore, haven't heard that name in a while." sheriff called as wednesday moved to follow peters actions. and he bit his tongue hard, what did sheriff galpin mean by that? eventually ms weems ordered them to the car, she didn't say a word to the pair. she was mad. clearly.

"your first day and you're already on sheriff galpin's radar. and belfiore, i expected better from you." she spoke finally cutting through the silence, looking at the boy in the mirror was ws staring into the woods around him. and with that comment they headphones were back in. until they noticed the van had crashed.

"looks like an accident, hope the drivers okay.'' mrs weems spoke as peter took out one of his headphones, listening to the sirens wailing.

"he's dead. broke his neck."

"how can you tell from this angle?" and peter figured it out, physic. wednesday was a physic kid. he didn't know what type but she knew. and they returned to silence one more. and later he found himself sat on his balcony, listening to someone play the cello somewhere else in the castle as he read about the man who turned into a bug. it was nice, the musician was talented. from his balcony he could see into the quad. he could see the boy with tied back hair painting in the lamp light. he watched him paint from afar, he wondered if he'd feel this calm watching him closer up. but as he turned the page a scrap of paper fell onto his lap.

'you are smart, you will help me. -addams'

how the fuck did she even do that.