arescere ✿ xavier thorpe

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39 - right place, right time, wrong ending

"he's alive." the sheriff mumbled through the hands on his face. before him sat wednesday addams and peter belfiore. two nevermore students most likely to be found at the scene of the crime. proven correct, evidently.

"barely." he added, looking at the to children. two steaming dinks sat in front of the kids, yet neither reached for it. a hot chocolate for one, a black tea for the other.

"i'll take the two of you back, after i get your statements." he speaks again, looking between the two who remained unmoved. both looking like statues made from stone.

"i already gave mine to your deputy. blue cadillac with no licence plates." wednesday comments. her brow lifted slightly, the first emotion to be seen from the two for the whole moment.

"yeah i know. i want better ones." he spits, slamming a tape recorder on the table in front of them. between the two still steamy untouched mugs of liquid.

"what were the two of you doing in the back of the mayor's suv?" he questions looking between the two and the tape recording before them. peter's eyes drop to it, before lifting back to the sheriff. the cold emotion never changed. he remained blank, staring.

"we saw him coming out of the gates mansion." wednesday speaks, peter remained still. sheriff gliding his eyes over to the one actually talking to him.

"the gates mansion? now what the hell were you two doing there?" he questions, a look of pure confusion spreading on his features. trespassing. they had been up to something. he looks between the two, both still blank faced.

"house hunting." she grins, petr rubbing his neck. but they watched as the sheriffs eyes drop to peter's neck. the darkened bruises clear as day now. the corner of the sheriff's lips twitching up. at least she was leaving his son alone then. peter's eyes widening. finally an emotion from the belfiore boy. an addams and a belfiore that would go down in flames for sure. or they'd end six feet under by the other.

"we heard his voicemail, he sounded alerted. worried." peter speaks. pulling the skin around his nails, ripping at it. something he did when he was under pressure. when he knew something he shouldn't.

"and i was intrigued, so i dragged him along." wednesday speaks for the two, motioning to peter. who has lifted his index finger to his mouth. chewing on it lightly.

"back when the mayor was sheriff. he used to have a lot of wild theories on cases that he couldn't solve. so we'd dissect them over pie. sitting right back there in that booth. most of the time they went nowhere." the sheriff speaks, peter couldn't care less actually. he wanted to go home and write this in his book. something hidden under the third floorboard to the window.

"call me old fashioned, but when somebody is run over on their to give the police key information. it usually means they were onto something. and all signs point to the gates family and that house." wednesday inquires, tapping her fingers on the table in a motion. like she was trying to figure something out. which she was. she wanted to know what the mayor was going to say to the sheriff. this news would kill her if she had too.

"the gates family?" sheriff galpin laughs, falling backwards in the booth.crossing his arms as he chuckled.

"how they're all dead. every last one of them." he switches, slamming his fist on the table. so hard droplets of their drink slipped over the top.

"what if one's not. what about the little girl?" peter comments. moving to wipe the droplet of hot chocolate of the table with his shirt.

"dead and i don't believe in ghosts." he snides at the boy.

"what if she's not. she'd be like 30 something now right, unrecognisable." he speaks again. and something in the sheriff seems to snapp. his face grows red. jumping from his seat.

"what if's are bullshit! i know everyone in this town!" he screamed at the boy, grabbing him by the scruff of the neck over the table. and wednesday leans forward. tapping her finger on the record button. ending the tape before flicking it back over to the sheriff as she got out of the booth. the sheriff immediately letting the teenage go. and peter quickly following in her actions. rubbing the back of his neck lightly. attacked by a police officer. that was new.

and the two find themself in ms weems office, once again. standing before ehr desk as the tall woman paces. evidently annoyed by the two. had enough of them wasn't even enough to describe it.

"how do you two manage to end up at the end of every terrible thing that happens around here?" she cries, back and forth. back and forth. she walks. their eyes following her in front of the grand fire.

"increadily luck." wednesday speaks.

"severe bad timing?" peter also speaks. the women seems to halt in her track to glare down the two children. she knew she was into trouble the second she had seen those names. but the belfiore boy hadn't been a problem until her. infact larissa almost seemed to forget the kind shy boy was even apart of the monstrous family line.

"as of now, the school is on full lockdown. and your off-campus privileges are revoked until further notice. return to your dorms." she speaks, her voice cold and sinister. almost like the evil mother from cinderella.

"now!" the tall womens screeches and peter bucks it out of the room. not even waiting another moment for wednesday. by the time she follows his departure. he's already disappeared in the direction of his room. she can't even hear his rapid footsteps through the empty halls of nevermore.