You Have Never Scared Me

Visions

I am back. A truly odd occurrence happened earlier today. It was about seven in the morning and the sun was rising. Earlier in the morning, maybe five or six, my parents had called on the crystal ball they'd given me to contact them. They told me I was weak, that they were... disappointed. They told me that I couldn't afford the name of Addams to suffer any more caring or friendship. They told me I'd better never speak to "that rainbow werewolf" ever again. They told me it was enough of an embarrassment that she'd had to save me, and that I should be so humiliated I couldn't talk to her every time we were in the same room.

 Unfortunately, that didn't last very long. Or maybe it was fortunate; I couldn't tell. I had taken a shower to clear my mind, and come out to her happily awaiting me. For some reason, I wanted to talk to her as she asked me what was wrong, as she apologized for everything, as she called my name. But I couldn't afford it, so I escaped.

 It did not go very well, though. I tried to find solitude on the balcony, but she insisted on being my friend. Maybe that was why I... didn't constantly resist her. Maybe it was worth having an... acquaintance who was constantly near me in case something happened. I could get myself out, of course, but decoys are always useful, especially stupid blonde ones so vibrant it could be an assault on the enemy's eyes.

 She came silently out to join my side on the balcony, sneaking glances at my dark eyes, so I met her blue ones-before I was rigid, trapped inside my own body. It was a vision, it was taking over. And unfortunately, I was just close enough to the edge that when I tipped, my shoulder hit the railing, and over I went, Enid screaming and making frantic snatches at my hand. 

 There was a flash of lightning, and two men talking in the forest. Both were tall, long-haired. I couldn't draw closer without catching their attention, though. They were on the island... the island with Crackstone's Crypt. I could see them in it, and see the lake, and Nevermore on the other side. 

 "Yes, your photographs are very threatening. I need you to spy more, though. Your power has indeed come very much in handy." That first man seemed to be the leader, and his voice I didn't recognize. "You are indeed a big help. But if I can stalk her enough to take over her visions, I can get inside her head... make her see things that aren't real. She'll lose her mind, and Nevermore's last standing threat will be gone. Then this land will be mine. I have enough money to own it, after all, and keep it well. Our family has been rich for generations. But for the meantime, photograph her... most disturbing moments."

 "Yes, sir," said the second man, vaguely familiar, though I couldn't pin who it was. "Wednesday will suffer. And you are absolutely sure I can continue the line? Not your own son?" the first man hissed.

 "My son is too weak. He has not inherited my power at all and is therefore... closer to her than I would prefer. So you will be my son now, since your parents are dead, and you will continue this line. We both have extreme grudges against Wednesday Addams for things relating to our family, do we not? We must act fast, then, young man. Do not let her escape our clutches. Ever again."

 "So you're using the pictures to stalk her? That's why you need my telekinesis to get the photos?"

 "Yes. Now go get some more. Do not let her escape."

I moaned softly and opened my eyes, and the first thing I saw was someone else's pair. Then the rest of that person, blond hair tipped with blues and pinks falling over my face and neck. We both obviously startled each other, and jerked back. I sat up abruptly and looked around before realizing that I was in the infirmary and Enid had been leaning over me worriedly.

 I caught my breath, clutching at my chest as I closed my eyes and took deep breaths. "Enid."

 "Oh thank god you're awake," she said, sounding relieved. "What did I tell you, Weds? You're going to KILL YOURSELF if I'm not here. If I hadn't jumped down the stairs and caught you right before you hit the ground, you would have died. You're lucky you were so high up, and I swear you fell in slo-mo."