COMPLETE UNTIL SEASON TWO
the one where a pyrokinetic hothead catches the new student's attention.
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kamden palmer was instantly intrigued by the new student, wednesday addams, who wanted nothing to do with her. even better. somehow, kamden find...
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chapter nineteen! •••
THE THROBBING HEADACHE HIT BEFORE anything else, and Kamden groaned against the pain.
As she slowly came to, she realized that she was no longer in Thornhill's conservatory. She was alone in the strange, unfamiliar room, and the only light came from a flickering candle in the corner. The walls around her were made of rock, as well as the ground beneath her dangling feet.
Startled by the fact that her feet were hovering a few inches above the ground, Kamden quickly looked up towards the ceiling, gasping when she saw that her hands were shackled above her head. The chains around her wrists were attached to the stone roof, and no matter hard she pulled against them, she couldn't loosen them.
Suddenly, a wash of light flooded into the room, and Kamden had to squint against it. Some kind of door had been opened, letting in a glow from the outside. Somebody was coming inside, heavy boots falling onto hard ground.
Thornhill.
"Where am I?" Kamden's voice came out much meeker than she had intended.
Thornhill — or Laurel — waved her off. "That doesn't matter. I just need you to remain calm, there's nothing you can do to stop this."
A chill traveled down Kamden's spine. "Stop what?"
Silently answering the question, Thornhill pulled a small, rectangular object from the inside of her coat. It was only when the candlelight in the corner reflected off of the engraving on the cover did Kamden realize what it was. Annabella's diary.
"Where did you get that?" Kamden tugged roughly against her restraints, but it only hurt her wrists even more.
"Oh sweetie," Thornhill spoke in a pitying voice. "I think you underestimate how easy it is for a teacher to get into a student's dorm, especially when I knew exactly what I was looking for." She held up the book, inspecting the cover.
"I've heard all about this little diary." She told Kamden, starting to pace around the room. "Annabella Palmer was quite the piece of work, I mean," she scoffed. "Planning to murder such a prominent figure? She definitely had some screws loose."
Kamden scowled. "Joseph Crackstone is a monster who killed innocent people!" She barked. "Annabella was doing everyone a service."
Thornhill laughed. "That's where you and I differ," she tucked the book under her arm. "You think that Outcasts are innocent, and I see the truth. Throughout history, Outcasts have done nothing but cause trouble for Normies, losing control and slaughtering families, tormenting towns with their abilities. Crackstone was the one doing us all a service." She reached into her coat once more, and sighed dreamily. "I am so grateful that I could be a part of his plan."
"What are you talking about?" Kamden felt her heart rate increase. "Joseph Crackstone has been dead for years."
"Oh, I know." Thornhill wasn't phased. "But that's all about to change."
