It was later in the day now, sunny and clear skies and Wednesday and Anax have a thirst for revenge. Wednesday was walking around the statue with her cello in hand, already thinking about what's to come. Anax walked up to her with his violin as well as Thing. The two nodded at Wednesday while she nodded back and the three got into position. The normies and outcasts sat on opposite sides with a tv crew filming the statue reveal. Mayor Walker walked up to the podium and started his speech. "Thank you. It is my honor to celebrate our town's history and Jericho's noble forefather, Joseph Crackstone. Now, he believed with a happy heart, and an open ear, there was nothing our town couldn't achieve." As he continued talking, Anax and Wednesday got into position for the moment.
"Now, may the spirit of Joseph Crackstone be memorialized for eternity." As he finished, the band from the Jericho and the Nevermore teens started playing an upbeat song for the occasion. Walker pressed a button to make water appear in the fountain, which everyone clapped at. Wednesday looked over to the side as she spotted a rope that was meant to ignite. "Pyro," she whispered as her ring glowed red and the rope started to burn in a line. Anax saw the fire and smirked mentally as he readied himself. The fire spread through the people that were nearby and towards the fountain. Just as the fire almost reached the fountain, Anax used his magic to make the fire burst out even more by using his lightning to make it spark. The statue burst into flames and was sparking with more to keep it up, everyone ran screaming at the flames.
However, Anax and Wednesday stayed at their spots, playing aggravated notes and began playing the song called 'winter'. Both Anax and Wednesday were loving the chaos that was happening, Anax even more. He smiled menacingly as his magic was working along the music, Wednesday looked over to him as they played. She never saw that passion for revenge, it was... exhilarating to see him like this. However, the two kept at the music as they sat satisfied watching the statue burn slowly.
Revenge sure is sweet.
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"That was a disaster. The mayor is furious!" Weems ranted to Anax and Wednesday as they sat in her office after the statue revealing. "I've lost of the angry phone calls, emails, and people in town, alumni and parents. They want answers and so do I!" She basically screamed at the two. " We would lead the inquisition, but I left my thumbscrews and rack at home," Wednesday said. Weems just looked at them, "Miss Addams, Mr. Spade... you're both already on thin ice. Wafer thin ice." "We swear on our souls, our hands are clean," Anax said as he leaned back in his chair. Which is true there hands our clean, but that didn't mean Things hands weren't clean.
"I may not have hard evidence, but I see you, the both of you. You're both trouble magnets." "Thanks for the compliment, but I already knew that." Anax said. "If trouble means standing up to lies," Wednesday started talking as she stood up," decades of discrimination, centuries of treating outcasts like second-class citizens or worse..." "What are you talking about?" Weems asked Wednesday but Anax answered this time. "Jericho. Why does this town even have an Outreach Day?" He asked her as he also stood up. "Don't you know it's real history with outcasts? The real story of Joseph Crackstone and his right hand man?" Wednesday said as she looked at Weems, glancing over at Anax for a second. "I do. To an extent." "Then why be complicit in its cover up? Those who forgot history are doomed to repeat it, heck even my family is aware of that and we hardly talk." It was silent for a moment but Weems responded.
"That's where you two and I differ. Where you both see doom, I see opportunity. Maybe this is a chance to rewrite the wrongs, to start a new chapter in the normie-outcast relations." "Oh bullshit! Those normies still think they are better than us and still hate us. They may hide it with smiles and fake friendliness, I'm still gonna fight the truth for outcasts even if you don't want to-" Anax was saying as Weems cut him off. "You don't think I want the truth? Of course I do. But the world isn't always black and white. There are shades of grey." "Maybe for you," Anax said. "I would rather die a slow and painful death than have those normies write our story. There is only one way this can go." Anax finished saying. Wednesday looked at him in shock, how he was handling this but he still needed his say. "You're both exhausting. "I know," Anax and Wednesday said simultaneously. "Good night, you two." Was all Weems said. Anax stormed out of the room as Wednesday calmly followed behind him. "But you should know..." Weems started talking as Wednesday stopped to hear what she said. "I don't tire easily," was all Weems said as Wednesday looked back at her before walking away. Before the door could close, a shot of rock flew into the room, almost smashing the table which caused Weems to jump in shock.
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Back at the dorms, Enid was getting ready for her date with Ajax. She picked up a shirt that was way too colorful and showed it to Wednesday who was typing away on her typewriter. "Too much?" Enid asked as Wednesday turned around to see it, immediately turning around. "I feel like you just napalmed me, Enid." Enid turned around to her clothes. "So glad I have my date with Ajax tonight. Get my mind off that trainwreck afternoon. I literally think I have PTSD. I didn't even get to do my dance routine." Enid ranted towards Wednesday. "What a tragedy." "What kind of twisted psycho would want to sabotage a life-affirming event?" Wednesday halted her writing for a moment. "Oh that reminds me. How was your time with Anax?" Wednesday just sat there thinking about what happened, even at the... you know what. "That is hardly any of your concern. Anyway, you're gonna be late." Was all Wednesday said as she continued her typing.
Enid grabbed her pink fuzzy coat. "Wish me luck." "If he breaks your heart, I'll nail gun his." Was all Wednesday said. Enid had left the room for her date as Wednesday stopped typing for a moment. Suddenly there was a knock on the window, she looked over and saw it was Anax waiting for her to open the balcony. Wednesday stood up and opened the window. "Talk Wednesday. I know you saw more in your vision than just Crackstone. What else did you see?" He ordered her to talk to her since he wasn't leaving. "You're not leaving till I talk are you?" "No I'm not. Talk." He commanded her, and honestly she knew he was serious. Wednesday sighed as she leaned on the balcony, her elbows resting on it.
"I told you Crackstone burned the outcasts alive with his right hand man, but it wasn't someone I could ignore. He was a normie, but his son was an outcast. Specifically, an elementalist," she explained to Anax who was looking down for a moment. "Don't tell me..." "the right hand was named Richard, and the other Sebastian... Richard and Sebastian Spade." Anax was in shock. Then he started to laugh, a little unhinged so to speak. "So you're telling me... MY FAMILY IS A LIE?!" He yelled as the sky screamed with lightning and thunder. "Sebastian was forced to have a heir with another woman, as he was in a relationship with my ancestor Goody. But he was stabbed the same day the outcasts burned." Anax slowly calmed down as he looked over at Wednesday. "Continue." "When I thought the vision ended, Sebastian appeared. He said how the Spade family isn't what it seemed, and how after the heir, the rest had elemental powers, but because of how little they used it, the power always died out later in their life. That's why your father doesn't have magic, he waited for his to die out," she finished explaining as Anax looked down. Wednesday did not know how this would affect Anax, but it was better to tell him now than later. "... thank you for telling me this," was all Anax said as he used his magic to leave the balcony.
Wednesday looked off before placing her hand right where her black heart would be. "Why do I feel... unsettled?" She mumbled as she tried to think about why she feels like this, especially towards Anax. Thing climbed up to her and signed at her. "I'm not worried about him. I did what he asked of me, it's on him if he lets it affect him." Was all she said as she walked back into the room.
Let's just say Anax may not have a room anymore because of how he's letting go of his anger.
(So I finished this in a whole day today, so I'm not sure if I will do an interlude after this chapter, but we'll see what I come up with. Now if I don't come up with a interlude, I'll transfer to my Arcane book and do episode five, and honestly I'm kinda happy cause this means I'm getting there soon enough. Also keep sending in comments, I like to see how you guys feel about the stories I create. Okay I'm gonna go now bye!)
(Also quick question, if Anax somehow was on the Wednesday show, who would be casted as Anax? I have some ideas, but I'm not sure so I'd like to see what you guys think. Okay I'm really leaving now, see you next chapter!)
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Love and Woe: Wednesday Addams
FanfictionAnax Spade is a outcast, both literally and figuratively. He loved causing mischief and have fun, only he had different methods of fun, curtesy of his childhood friend and lover, Wednesday Addams. His parents didn't like how he was different, always...
