Death Wish, Wednesday Addams

three | miss gothic and the assassin

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               Principle Weems opened the door and a bright burst of light hit Vixen in the eyes. She sighed dramatically, the sound drowned out by Morticia's loud gasp.

"It's so... vivid." Commented Wednesday's father who Vixen had never learnt the name of.

A blonde girl with the ends of her hair dip-dyed blue and pink ran up to the two, a bright smile on her face. "Howdie roomies."

"Wednesday, Vixen, this is Enid Sinclair."

Enid's smile fell as she studied Wednesday. "Are you feeling okay? You look a little bit pale. And you-" she turned to Vixen, "I love your hair! It looks so soft."

"Thankyou...?" Replied Vixen, raising an eyebrow.

"Wednesday always looks half-dead."

The smile returned to Enid's face and she outstretched her arms to the two girls. "Welcome to Ophelia Hall!"

Wednesday stepped back, "not a hugger, got it.". Vixen didn't have enough time to process before Enid had her arms around her, squeezing every bit of oxygen out of her lungs. After a few seconds, she stepped back.

"Please excuse Wednesday, spoke Morticia. "She's allergic to colour."

"Oh no... what happens to you?"

"I break out in hives and the flesh peels of my bones."

Vixen laughed to herself when Enid pulled a disgusted and confused face.

"Luckily we've special ordered you a uniform. Enid, please take Wednesday and Vixen to the registration office to pick it up their uniforms along with a copy of their schedules. And give them a tour along the way."

Wednesday turned around, glaring at her parents before walking out of the room. Vixen followed after her, and Enid went last, skipping.

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"Nevermore was founded in 1791 to educate people like us. Outcasts, freaks, monsters, fill in your favorite marginalized group here." Enid explained as she lead Wednesday and Vixen around the school. They descended a flight of stairs, Wednesday brooding and Vixen slightly impressed.

"You can save the sanitized sales pitch. I don't plan on staying here for long." Wednesday spoke.

"Why not?" Asked Vixen, glaring at a bunch of people as they stared at her and Wednesday.

"This was my parents' idea." The girl with braids noticed a picture on the awards shelf. "Oh look, there's my mother smirking at me. They've been looking for any excuse to send me here. It's all a part of their nefarious, yet completely obvious plan."

"Damn." Commented Vixen. "Imagine having parents. Ha, can't relate."

Wednesday glared at the redhead, feeling strong distaste for her sarcasm. "Don't expect me to fall to the floor and start pitying you, I couldn't care less about your dysfunctional family– or thereof lack of one."

Enid stood there, no idea on how to break the rising tension. "What plan?" She asked Wednesday before Vixen could retort.

"To turn me into a version of themselves."

Enid grabbed Vixen's elbow and started to walk. Wednesday followed after them. "Well, in that case, perhaps you can clear something up. Rumor's been swirling around that you killed a kid at your old school, and your parents pulled strings to get you off."

"Actually, it was two kids, but who's counting?"

Enid stopped walking whilst Wednesday carried on. She looked at Vixen with a shocked expression.

Vixen shrugged. "Don't look at me. I've killed countless of people too." She walked after Wednesday, leaving behind an even more shocked Enid.

The blonde girl quickly caught up and opened a door, leading outside. "Welcome to the quad."

"It's a pentagon." Said Wednesday in a monotone voice.

"The whole snarky Goth girl thing might have worked at normie school, but here things are different. No killing people. Let me give you a wiki on Nevermore's social scene." The trio started to walk around the quad, observing everyone.

"I'm not interested in participating in tribal adolescent clichés."

Vixen rolled her eyes. "Well, then use it to fill your obviously bottomless pit of disdain, Miss Gothic."

Enid carried on, paying no mind to the snarky bickering between Wednesday and Vixen. "There are many flavors of outcasts here, but the four main cliques are Fangs, Furs, Stoners and Scales." She pointed to a table. "Those are the Fangs, AKA vampires. Some of them have literally been here for decades." They passed by another table. "That bunch of knuckleheads are Furs, AKA werewolves. Like me! Full moons get pretty loud around here. That's when Furs wolf out. I suggest you pick up noise-cancelling headphones."

"I'm assuming Scales are sirens?"

"You catch on quick. And that girl, Bianca Barclay, is the closest thing Nevermore has to royalty." Bianca swirled her hand in the bottom of the fountain the Scales were sitting at. "Although her crown's been slipping lately. She used to date our resident tortured artist, Xavier Thorpe. But they broke up at the beginning of the semester. Reason unknown."

"Fascinating." Vixen and Wednesday said simultaneously in a monotone and bored voice, yet Enid didn't pick up on the lack of interest.

"I know, right?!" She exclaimed. "My vlog is, like, the number one source for Nevermore gossip."

"Yo, Enid!" Came a voice from behind Enid. She spun around, unknowingly shielding the two new girls from the person.

"You're not gonna believe the dirt I heard about your new roommates. The goth one eats human flesh, chowed down on that kid she murdered and the ginger? She's an assassin that knows how to kill someone without making a mess. You better watch your back."

Enid stepped back, revealing Wednesday and Vixen.

"Quite the contrary." Spoke Wednesday. "I actually fillet the bodies of my victims, then feed them to my menagerie of pets."

"You've got it all wrong." Vixen stepped forward threateningly, sliding a knife out of her leather jackets breast pocket. "I know how to kill someone without making a mess and without alerting the people in the same room as you. So not even your roommate would know–"

Enid pulled Vixen back, sending the boy an apologising smile.

"Ajax, these are my new roommates, Wednesday and Vixen.

The boy took a good look at Wednesday, jaw open. "Whoa. You're in black and white. Like a living Instagram filter. And you! You look like Black Widow, the Natasha Romanoff. Are you related?"

"Funny you would say that." Vixen joked.

"Ignore him." Enid said, pushing Ajax away until he walked away. "Gorgons spend way too much time getting stoned. He's cute, but clueless. Y'know, it's a small school. There wasn't much online about you. You should really get on Insta, Snapchat and TikTok!"

"I find social media to be a soul-sucking void of meaningless affirmation."

"I've spent my entire life with someone poking at my brain in an institute hundreds of miles above the ground. I have better use for technology than social media."

"Right." Muttered Enid.

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