Death Wish, Wednesday Addams

two | wednesday's child is full of woe

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Vixen honestly believed that one of the worst places to end up was where she was now. Sat in the Principals office, alongside another girl who was accompanied by her gothic family.

The girl had a slim face, dark braided hair and a murderous look in her face. Her family were peculiar, too. Dressed in dark clothes with contrasting pale skin.

Principal Weems was sending dirty looks to the father, and Vixen couldn't bare the awkwardness that had settled in the room.

Finally, Weems spoke. "Wednesday and Vixen. Such unique names. Wednesday, I'm guessing that was the day you were born?"

The girl named Wednesday sat there unblinking. In the entire 10 minutes in which Vixen had met the girl, she didn't blink once WHICH was unnerving. "I was born on Friday the thirteenth."

"Her name comes from a line of my favourite nursery rhyme. Wednesday's child is full of woe."

"You always had a unique perspective on the world, Morticia" spoke Weems, her voice softening when she uttered Wednesday's mothers name. Vixen narrowed her eyes, sensing some past tension in the two women.

Weems turned to the focused assassin. "Vixen, I hear you're the daughter of a... dear friend whom I met years ago?"

"I prefer the term 'the woman who raised me like a pig for slaughter then aided the person who used me as a lab rat for his experiments'." Vixen leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms. "But sure, she's the closest thing I have to a mother."

Principal Weems was speechless. She turned back to Wednesday. "Did your mother tell you we were roommates back in the day?"

"And you graduated with your sanity intact?" Wednesday asked. "Impressive."

Weems looked down at the reports and poets on her desk. "You seem to have a very interesting educational journey. Eight schools in five years."

"They haven't built one strong enough to hold me. I bet this place won't be any different."

"I believe what my daughter is trying to say, is that she greatly appreciates the opportunity."

"Right." Said Weems. "And Vixen... this is interesting... knows eighteen languages, highly skilled in Taekwondo, Kung Fu, Judo, Aikido, Karate, Muay Thai, Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu and others, excellent markswoman, exceedingly high IQ, ballet prodigy..."

"Must've been a fun childhood." Commented Wednesday."

"Oh yeah." Vixen rolled her eyes. "I, too, would call being trained to be an assassin a fun childhood."

Principal Weems interlocked her hands on her desk and leaned forward. "Nevermore doesn't usually accept students mid-term, but given Wednesdays and Vixens grades, abilities and long history with the school, I've spoken with the board and we've made an exception."

Wednesdays parents looked overjoyed whilst the girl looked stoic.

"Uh, Larissa." Spoke Morticia. "What about uh... Wednesday's therapy sessions? The court ordered them."

"The school has a relationship with a therapist in Jericho. You will meet twice a week. Oh and Vixen, you will attend mandatory sessions too."

Vixen groaned, sliding her hands down her face.

"Don't worry my stormcloud, you're in excellent hands." Spoke Wednesdays dad.

"We'll see if she survives the first session."

"Indeed." Vixen smirked.

"Wednesday, Vixen." Weems carried on. "I've assigned you both to Ophelia Hall."

Wednesdays mother let out a gasp of pleasant surprise.

Wednesday turns to her. "Remind me, mother, isn't Ophelia the one who kills herself after being driven mad by her family, correct?"

Vixen raised her eyebrows. "Pleasant. I'll make sure to dedicate a page in my journal fo that."

"Let's go meet your new roommate, and then both of you can settle in."

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