Flerte Fatal (Fatal Flirtation)

Addams Archive

 The next day when Enid wakes up is when she notices the chilling addition to the doll. Now sewed to the dolls hands were a miniscule black cello and matching bow. Shaking her head, Enid shoves the doll into her backpack once again as she slams the blaring alarm on the end table.

However creepy this new addition was, it would have to wait for Enid's attention. Enid was a busy girl after all, and she simply did not have time for this right now.

In fact, Enid would've made it through the entire day without thinking about the whole curse, if it weren't for the fact that Divina jogged up next to her during soccer practice warm ups and asked her, "So... how long do you have to live?"

Groaning as she tried to regulate her breathing, Enid replied, "Not you too!"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

For a second, Enid considers explaining how her mother has been treating her, and exactly how much it changed the moment she had awoken after the funeral. Except it was too heavy, and too much. It was an immensely private thing to Enid, something she did her best to mask with her ever cheerful attitude. It wasn't like Yoko ever really needed to discuss Enid's family with her girlfriend either.

So instead, Enid grinned and shook her head, "Nothing, slowpoke", and sprinted ahead, despite the calls of the coach echoing through the field, reprimanding her that this was no race. There was something about the way the wind pushed back at her, her hair half tied up whipping behind her as she ran that made her laugh, not heeding the commands. This had always been her happy place, a solace from the hardships of the day.

The repetition of the drills were a comfort to her, a place where she could concentrate on something pure and untainted. It was the preparation mentally, the clenching of the muscle to move, and the release before you followed through with the motion and let everything sail. Then she would reset, and do it again until it was a soothing, repetition.

It wasn't until the end of practice that she remembered the whole Death's Doll Toss thing again. Stepping out of the locker room, she was confronted with the unimpressed face of Yoko. "What are you, a princess? Why do you always take so long to get ready?"

"Hey, I have signature look and it takes time to get myself presentable. You're one to talk, Dracula", Enid sniped back as she pulled on a beret to match her colorful skirt and sweater vest. Just to get on Yoko's nerves she reaches back and pulls a small mirror from her backpack and starts to fix her hair.

"Enid! How can you just act as if there's all the time in the world with the curse and everything?" Yoko hissed.

Snapping her mirror closed, Enid frowned. "Why does this curse freak everyone out so much?"

"Oh... oh you poor girl. You don't know. Enid, the Addams family is the freakiest, richest family in this town. If they say you'll die, the prediction will happen, no matter if it's really a curse and of supernatural causes, or if they just hire somebody to kill you so that the prediction comes true."

Something about the way Yoko said it so seriously chilled Enid to the bone.

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Enid bounced into the library, skipping up to the desk to the librarian towering over her, looking at her suspiciously through reading glasses. "How may I help you?"

Looking at the nametag to make sure she got the name right, Enid cheerfully greeted, "Hello librarian Weems! I'd like to ask where the records on the Addams family are!"

Suddenly the lights went out, and then there was a crash of thunder. All that was left was the towering silhouette of librarian Weems standing in front of her, motionless.