Evermore

Daggered Love

Enid's POV

 "Enid, erase all evidence we ever knew of this," said Wednesday urgently, "and then get on your shoes and follow me. As silently as possible. Also, grab one of my knives. I've already got three hidden on me but you might need one too." Enid, for once, did as she asked, and the pair left the dorm together.

Xavier was, as predictable, at the archery range, managing somehow to hit every space on the target that was NOT the bullseye. He looked around in surprise when he saw Wednesday and Enid, marching towards him, armed with knives and holding hands firmly.

"What the heck?" but before he could get out more than that, Wednesday spoke.

"Xavier. We know what you have been doing, and we know you are the murderer. Just tell us... why. We must know why." Wednesday's eyes were stony and didn't blink or waver from Xavier's. Enid was close by her side, as usual, eyes also accusingly on Xavier.

"Why do you think-"

"We found one of your hairs in the woods one night," said Wednesday, "when I ran away from you. It wasn't there on the way in, but was on the way out. We stole a DNA test-poor teacher, I may have both given him a black eye and a broken nose-and it said the hair was yours."

"Yes. I too have chased the murderer. But I know who it is, and I can lead you there," he said. "I am not them, but I found who they are. Can I take you two to them?"

"Enid, run back and bring my case full of daggers from under the bed. I only have three on me right now, and we might need the cyanide in that case." Enid obeyed. Xavier eyed Wednesday up and down-

She returned to the woods to find Xavier waiting outside. Enid wanted to give her roomie the case of knives; it was kind of heavy for Enid, though she knew it of course was not for its owner. "Hey, Xavier. So where's this mur-WHERE IS WEDNESDAY? DO NOT TELL ME SHE RAN OFF AGAIN AFTER A CRAZY MURDERER ON HER OWN?"

"She did, but I found her, and the murderer, and captured him," said Xavier.

Enid followed him to a clearing... where slumped against a tree was Wednesday, eyes blank and four daggers stabbing different points in her chest. Enid's heart stopped: there was no way that Wednesday could be alive with a wound like that... but who had the power to kill Wednesday Addams?

Enid was suddenly overcome with sadness, realizing that she had lost her love, and truly loved her. She sank to the ground in front of Wednesday's body and cried her heart out, just like she always knew she would when Wednesday got herself killed.

"I really loved you," she murmured, laying a hand on Wednesday's forehead.

"Weds," she pleaded. "Wednesday, please, this is your cue to come out and tell me you're okay because no one could ever kill Wednesday Addams, no matter how many d-daggers w-were in h-her ch-ches-st..." she began to sob uncontrollably. Then she stood up, angrier than she had ever been before.

"XAVIER. WHO KILLED HER. TELL ME NOW SO I CAN MURDER HIM AND MAKE HER PROUD."

Xavier smiled a wicked smile that wasn't right...

"I did. But what will you do? Cry? It won't call anyone, little wolf."

Enid's tears welled up in her eyes.

"They won't call anyone..."

"Oh yes they will," said Wednesday's body from the ground. "Enid, how weak do you think I am? You think it will only take four daggers to kill me?" she scoffed as she removed them one by one from her chest, and Enid saw that they had embedded themselves in her snood, only piercing about an inch or so into Wednesday's chest. The wound must hurt nevertheless, but Enid knew that Wednesday, even with four inch-deep gouges oozing blood from her chest, would not give in.