Something Venomous Comes This Way

Rewritten Chapter 4

The expo was held in the city's science exhibit, allowing any and all to enter by free admission. Including Wednesday and Eugene, who ended up hidden among the shadowed, both hiding from crowds as they explored the expo, for different reasons.

Wednesday's skin crawled at the thought of touching another person by accident, they grabbed Eugene by the scruff of his shirt when he moved too far away, silently listening to his apologies and his excited chatter. Wednesday was picky with people, usually such behavior would garner a violent urge within them, but they didn't mind much when Eugene spoke, or when he wanted to hold hands, or merely affectionately leaned into their side. It was nice in a way, it pleased both sides of them, the ancient beast of Addams ancestry and the new spiderling they had become.

"You're nervous, let us help." Wednesday felt the snap of bone rather than heard it and they growled, pushing back against their urge to hide among the comforting hive mind.

"Not in public." they murmured softly, growling to themselves with an unusually deep tone.

"Wends, you good?" Eugene frowned, pulling Wednesday toward the back near the bathrooms, away from the exhibits and people. They fled to hide, to find. place for them to scold the second being inside them. Eugene would have to entertain himself for a little while.

"I'll be well, allow me a few minutes to myself Eugene, don't worry. Have fun among the biology portion and I shall meet with you soon." For a rare moment, Wednesday smiled at Eugene, a small smile that showed off their fangs before they split ways and settled their facial expression. Wednesday went to the singles restroom amount the building, locking the door and using it to hide as they adjusted the bone again, it had broken when the symbiote desired to assist, as apparently it knew it could only act in such a way when they felt in danger or pain. It didn't hurt them, but the Symbiote still seemed to think along the Addams way of thinking. It would fit right in among their family, just as Eugene did.

Wednesday unlocked the bathroom door and opened it, coming face to face with someone they didn't imagine to see at such an exhibit.

"Sinclair." Sinclair was a young werewolf of the name of Enid, but Wednesday insisted on using her last name even after they'd become friends. One wouldn't imagine the two getting along as well as they did, especially with Eugene among them, but it was their cousin who brought them together despite the lack of similarities. Enid was an artist, not a scientist like they were, and that was fine. Yet they hadn't interacted in a while after Enid dropped out of college. Nevermore academy was a prestigious university for all it's subjects, yet not everyone that went there could achieve graduation.

"Wendy! Hey!" Enid grinned at them, the surprised expression on her face vanishing as she moved to hug them. Wednesday jumped back, their instincts insisting they keep away from the young wolf. Her scent was wrong, different, too much like their own.

"Forgive me Enid, I feel not the best today, but Eugene and I have looked forward to this event for the past week, so we had to attend." Wednesday leaned close to Enid, silently requesting that she try once again for a hug, and they didn't move away when the taller teen wrapped her arms around them.

"Yeah, I get that! I'm just here for a photography gig." Enid laughed, showing off her camera to Wednesday, who slightly rose an eyebrow in response. The she wolf laughed, flashing a fanged grin, which had Wednesday transfixed.

"You smell different." Wednesday felt fury bubble up within their chest, pursing their lips and digging their nails into the palms of their hands, feeling embarrassed when they'd suddenly spoken out of turn like that, when their symbiote had decided to speak for them.

"D- Do I?" Enid's face was red, embarrassment and confusion obvious on her face. Wednesday felt a pleased hiss in their throat, one from their hive, and they agreed with a small nod, and a smile of sharp fanged teeth.

"You smell lovely, do keep wearing such a flavor, won't you?" Wednesday moved without thinking, grabbing Enid's hand and sniffing gently against her wrist, kissing the skin before turning and leaving, the hazy cloud of ambrosia freeing their nose and their mind as they returned to Eugene, noticing the broken pair of wings held among the building, suspended by cables and held carefully.

"The Vulture's Wings! Whoa!" Eugene looked like a child on Christmas, excitedly jumping and reaching up at the pair of robotic wings, which were light with a green fluid that Wednesday remembered too well. Illegal weapons trading, which was fine, but the buyers had specifically gone after them, their family, their hive. Normies really were pathetic, so afraid of them they'd attempt to attack with tech powered by alien bombs. The villain only filled them with rage at the thought of him, but others, who were supposed to be in prison at the moment, only brought Greta pleasure.

They were most definitely captive, but they weren't in prison. Truthfully, The Jykel was the most interesting one to them, a man who had tapped into animal mutation, it was fantastic work in the biological field, and they were extremely excited to study his work. Sadly, he was still among the few they hadn't caught yet.

The lights dimmed, earning a surprised gasp from many in the crowd, spotlights pinned down the lone occupant of the stage, Wolf-Spider. That caught the symbiote and it's host's attention.

Wednesday's eyes narrowed, they looked at the stage, inhaling the scent that was uncomfortably familiar. They'd just smelled it moments ago, with Enid.

Wednesday felt a shudder run up their spine, just as excited delight bubbled beneath their skin, they dug their nails into the skin of their palms at the symbiote's desire to attack, to tackle and ravage, to claim the little spiderling on stage. The white and pink costume mocked them with it's bright color, and a growl rose in their throat, the scent of the city's hero becoming overstimulating, just as the rest of the noise. They left, creeping silently through the crowd to get out of the building, stopping when the wall they'd just made it to exploded, debris and dust covering their clothes, just as a web touch their back, sending their body into a tense and shocking vision. Now, they had to rely on the Wolf-Spider to protect their prone, unresponsive body.