The Dark, Dreadful Chronicles of Wednesday Addams

I'm Done Holding Back

- Present Day -
The masked man wearing a black hoodie was furious because Wednesday wouldn't die. He's tried over and over again.... Burning her, electrocuting her, stabbing her, torturing her for hours...

it didn't faze her, she wasn't effected by the torture and she didn't even mind the pain, according to her, it was relaxing, like a vacation.

His anger was at a boiling point, he couldn't take it anymore.

- Wednesday -
I grew bored at the constant failed attempts the masked man was making to physically, mentally, and psychologically torture me.

Instead of torturing me, he only relaxed me with the pleasant sensation of pain.

Compared to the agonizing torture that was my life, the pain he put me through was a blissful breeze.

I watched as he threw a childish tantrum reacting to his failed attempts at breaking me, it was so entertaining. I nearly burst into laughter watching how pathetic he was.

He stomped his feet as he got out of his chair, and he kicked it, throwing it across the room breaking it. Breaking it apart into pieces, screaming the words
"WHY?!!!! WHY WHY WHY WHY WHYYYYYYY?!!!!! WHY CAN'T YOU JUST DIEEEEEEE?!!!!!"

I looked at him with a bored expression on my face as I asked him
"........ Not that I care.... But could you at least explain why you kidnapped my parents, why you torture and kidnapped me, my brother, and Enid?... Hearing your explanation would be a better use of my time than watching you throw a tantrum like an insolent child who's mom refused to buy him his favorite toy....."

I could tell he was glaring beneath the mask he was wearing. Heh.... It looked like I hit a nerve, behind that rough, intimidating exterior he was trying to put out, there was a scared little child underneath.

"That's..... THAT'S...... (Growls)..... You......."
He attempted to insult me back, but he was offended by my how blunt I was being towards him, he ended up being ultimately speechless.

He furiously took the mask off him face and threw it across the room, revealing a nerdy, weak, over-emotional teenage boy who thought he was some overly edgy anime character.

"............ Well that explains a lot, you're weak, too emotional. So you decided to set up some edgy wannabe anime organization just so people would take you seriously."
Before I could continue roasting him, he smacked me across the face, giving me a broken nose.

I broke the grip of the rope my arm was tied inside of, and I wept the blood of my nose with the sleeve on my jacket. After I wept the blood, I put my arm back in the rope.

"........ Oh congrats, you have the mental capacity of a 5 year old, when someone says something you don't like, you throw a tantrum."
As I continued to belittle him, he punched me across the face as he told me.

"SHUT UP!!!!! You and your family has killed so many of my family members, So many innocent lives, and you've even got that blonde werewolf friend of yours to join in the slaughter.....WELL NO MORE!!!! I AM MARLOCKE!!!! I'VE SPENT WEEKS TRAINING FOR THIS DAY!!!!! I'VE RECRUITED SO MANY PEOPLE TO MY CAUSE!!!!!"
As he said that, he had tears in his eyes.

"......... You mean those 5 people Pugsley shot to death and that orc? It took you weeks to recruit them?.... Although I will admit, you did a good job with that orc, he actually knocked us all out.... Too bad he didn't do the smart thing and kill the 3 of us.... Your plan would've succeeded if he did.... "
I bluntly said with a bored expression.

"Shut up! I'm not done with my story!!!!"
He childishly screamed as he continued to explain his big master plan.

"We all trained for this day, becoming the Legion, so we wouldn't have to deal with you and your family's destruction anymore!!!!!!!"