A Woe Filled Confession ( Wednesday x Xavier )

Chapter 15: A Tale Of Two Woes

(I'm not gonna lie, this is where I wrote like 3 chapters back to back to back, so if they're all messy and shit I'm sorry about that! The ending is near, well, close enough.. I'm sorry if it's off the rails a little, but I rushed most of this because I was super busy at the time! Anyway, thank you all, ilysm)

Fear. An emotion defined to be caused by the immediate threat of danger, pain or harm. Vincent had made these barriers, these personalities to cower away from certain emotions, certain topics, certain things. Although the original timid side of the man was unable to not feel such a thing as fear. The side of him he developed was believed to be fearless, and in all of his life, in the however long this personality has been around. Not once, had it felt fear. Until this very moment. Although ideally, he had no reason to be so fearful, he had no intention whatsoever of feeling that emotion he dreaded, he hated so much. The emotion that flowed from his eyes, clearly described and reflected the fear that he felt. The gulp that happened the instant he heard the words..
"Give it up Thorpe, you're cornered." Come from the Sheriff now pointing the muzzle of the gun to the back of his head made his emotions waver.

Vincent was a seer. A powerful seer at that. The things he predicted, the things he saw all happened truly. Although they were very unreliable in some aspects, the idea was. The sight would be true, but the events leading to the sight could be misleading and unreliable. The issue at hand here, the issue that caused that facade to drop, that emotion to briefly flash over his face, the idea of fear once more waving over him. Was due to that sight changing? Vincent predicted, saw the events that went as followed.. Shortly after Galpin would emerge from the doorway, Wednesday would be cornered. Galpin was on his side for the mere moment that is, he would use this opportunity to put a bullet through Addams's brain before putting one through the Sheriffs also. That's the idea, that's what happened in his mind. He won, in his head he won. That didn't happen, none of that happened. Instead just mere seconds away from putting a bullet through the girls head, everything started to go wrong. The cold feeling of the gun planted on the back of his head caused the feeling of fear to rush over him. To loom over him like a nightmare.

"No.. There's no way, There's no way I lose like this." He muttered, still with the gun firmly planted to Wednesday's head.
"Galpin. Move the gun, or I shoot the girl." He threatened, slightly turning his head to look at the sheriff staring up at him..
"Thorpe. Move the gun, or I shoot you." The sheriff spoke, confidently knowing that Vincent most definitely didn't want to be shot in the head, even though he was already injured in one of the worst ways possible. The injury to the side of his head had caused his vision to blur, his hearing to falter and his overall senses to become worse. The only issue at hand was.. Galpin didn't have much time left either, the shrapnel injury mixed with the bullet being put through the same spot. Something Galpin didn't take into account, was something, Vincent foresaw.

In that sudden instant, Galpin winced in pain. Causing the vision in his eyes to falter just that tiny bit, for that small moment. In that mere moment, that split second Galpin had lowered his finger from the trigger of the gun. For less than a second, for less than even a split second.. Vincent had enough time to make the ultimate move, putting his plan back into action once again. Making that vision he had, have the possibility to become reality. He subtly, quickly dragged the gun away from the girls forhead. Spinning on his heels, quickly and violently jamming the barrel into the wound. Pulling the trigger, not once but twice. Instantly making the man fall to the ground, then simply returning his attention to the girl who was still back against the tree..

Raising the muzzle of the gun to his nose, he breathed in intently. The smoke that was now seeping from the barrel swirled in the cold air around them before dissipating into nothingness. He stood there, smiling subtly. All while the Sheriff lay wimpeing on the ground, the two bullets that just got fired through his stomach had really made things worse. Not only was there an obvious amount of shrapnel still inside his body, the now three bullets that were put through the same place had made the bleeding substantially worse. The blood seeped through his shirt, pouring onto the ground below him. He panicked, placing both hands over the wound whilst the blood seeped through his fingers, covering his hand in so much blood..