𝕸𝖀𝕽𝕯𝕰𝕽 | 𝖂𝖊𝖉𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖉𝖆𝖞

𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖙𝖊𝖊𝖓

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XIX

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"Where did your man get those scratches from?"

"He's not my man."

Aiyla grit her teeth as she said it, her eyes flitting to the ground rather sadly.

I wish he was, though.

Wednesday noticed this, "You okay?"

"Yeah." Aiyla replied, looking back up at her best friend. 

Wednesday crossed her arms, "Where'd he get the scratches, and don't say fencing? That's why you snuck out the other day, isn't it? To help him."

Aiyla sighed, "It's a long story."

The Addams girl looked down at Aiyla and glared, "The monster did it."

"I'm not even going to ask how you know that."

"Is he the monster."

"I-"

Aiyla cut herself off, faced with the thought that had been haunting her for the past couple of days.

Was he the monster?

If he was, then she didn't know how to feel about it.

Yes, he would be a murderer.

But so was she.

Aiyla looked up at Wednesday, hardened her jaw and said, "He could be."

Wednesday nodded and looked forward, "Time to investigate then."

...

Aiyla stood beside Wednesday, in the trees, watching as Xavier exited the art studio.

"We need to do this," Wednesday assured her as Aiyla fidgeted with a throwing knife, "He's hiding something."

The paintings.

Looking around to make sure that he was nowhere in sight, Aiyla and Wednesday made their way into the art studio, quickly shutting the door behind them and switching the light on.

Once again, Aiyla Demir looked around in shock.

"I suppose every artist needs a muse," Wednesday noted, looking around in surprise, "There's stuff of you too."

Aiyla turned around and noticed a collection of artwork that she hadn't seen before. Maybe because she was so focussed on Xavier and the initial shock of seeing the monster in art form.

Wednesday was right though.

There were intricate paintings, drawings and sketches of her on a table and the wall.