I've Got To Make You MINE - TamberWenclair

Chapter 12 - The Poe Cup

"Everything ready?"

Amber leaned against the canoe, looking at the costumes that Wednesday and Yoko were supposed to wear. It would work for now, since they were relatively the same height as the two students in the infirmary.

"It should be, Thing helped me rig the forest.  Barbed wire, spikes, traps, nothing that'll kill someone." Amber's sparkling eyes fell, her grin forming into a small pout.

"Ugh, I hate this stupid rule! Why can't we kill anyone? Like those annoying stoners?!" Tara rolled her eyes, using her foot to trip Amber and causing her to fall from the side of the boat.

"The Boss told us to avoid suspicion, so we're being subtle. Besides, there aren't any rules in the Poe cup from what I could read about it." Amber huffed from her spot on the muddy ground, flipping Tara off. She rolled her eyes again and went back to the electric motor, wrench in hand as she tightened a bolt for Thing, who was in the floorboards of the canoe and testing the switches for the rest of the boat. Net, check. Spikes, check. Motor, was about to be checked.

Thing hopped in place, the small hand pleased with itself before climbing out of the canoe and testing the Motor, patting Tara's leg gently in thanks after it turned on and appeared to work smoothly for travel.

Tara smiled and dropped the wrench back into the black toolbox. Honestly, she wasn't surprised that Wednesday had this, it definitely made impromptu mechanical work much easier.

"You know, our spouse is pretty bad ass." Tara thought aloud as she climbed out, Thing turning the motor off and hoping onto her arm before climbing onto her shoulder.

Amber stood up, covered in mud and sticking her tongue out childishly at the shorter killer.

"Jeez, you and Wendy are way too similar... Smart, Handy, hot, and downright gorgeous when holding a weapon." She leaned closer to Tara, her fingers wiggling almost mischievously before she suddenly tackled her girlfriend to the ground, covering them both in mud.

"Amber, come on! Really? I'm wearing white!"

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Wednesday was going stir crazy, feeling locked within the small Infirmary littered with the scent of blood and bleach. They looked out of their little window, at the very least relieved to be able to see the race beginning. If the black cats won, Amber and Tara would be rewarded with as much affection and kisses as they desired, even if there would be complaints.

They opened the window, glancing at the stone exterior of the Infirmary, maybe they could sneak out to watch the race. Sighing, they opened the care package and picked out one of the snacks, lifting one of the slightly decomposed fingers to their mouth and biting into it, unbothered by the crunch of bone as they ate their snacks and watched the race, becoming amused by the smell of fresh vomit lingering in the Infirmary's tower. They took a sip from one of the homemade poisons and listened to the sounds of disgust, It seemed like some people just couldn't hold their arsenic.

As Wednesday watched the race begin, Amber and Tara stepped out of the changing tent, Amber smiling at Tara and snapping a quick picture with Tara's phone.

"You're such a cute kitty!" She told her, passing Tara's phone back while they walked to the boat, climbing inside and nodding to each other. Enid looked nervous, gripping the oar and nearly snapping the wood.

Tara gently patted her shoulder, as a silent reassurance.

"Don't worry Enid, we got this." She smiled, the blond smiling back after a few minutes delay. The teams waited, ready for Weems to finish her speech. She was going on about the tradition of the race and how important it was, but when the gun was shot the teams began their race.

Tara turned the motor on, the oars were used to swing at any nearing boats. There weren't any rules against softball practice during the race, and while they did knock a few students unconscious, they didn't actually break anything in their way to Crackstone's crypt.

After an axe attack from one of the boats, Amber jumped onto the other team's boat, picking up team members and throwing them off the boat, punching, kicking, and eventually getting the boat down to one annoying clown in the ass, who ended up wrestling with her on the floor of the canoe. It was surprising the thing stayed a float with all this movement.

"Enid, can you sabotage the other teams when we reach the island?" Tara glanced back to her teammates, frowning slightly when she saw the knife in Amber's hand. Her head snapped back and she scowled, considering climbing out of the canoe just to stop Amber.

"Hey, No! Do not!" Tara glared at Amber from their distance, fully aware that despite the struggle Amber could see her. She used it to her advantage, watching ber hit the blunt hilt of her weapon against the student's head, knocking him out and pushing him off of her. She got up, dropping her knife and raising a thumbs up to Tara, grinning at her as the boat managed to reach the island.

Tara smiled, a small manic expression before she climbed out. They had a plan, they were going to win. She and Thing just had to get the Flag.

"Stay here, I'll get the flag." She was the first one out of the canoe, not even looking behind her before taking off, Thing gripping tightly to the leg of her costume, afraid of falling or being left behind.

After a bit of running, Thing let go and Tara hid behind a tree, grabbing a rope shed tied to one of the branches, she held it tightly laughing victoriously when a few other teens ran past the trees, tripping on the ropes they'd littered around the forest floor.

Feeling quite victorious, she started running again, grinning when she heard the thump of someone falling into the leaves over a tarp trap. They were easy to make, but so very effective.

Tara kept going, weaving past trees and jumping over any traps she could remember on the way, laughing when she saw the crypt of Crackstone. She held onto the wall when she reached it, grabbing the cold metal rod of the flag. She was about to push off and start running again until she heard the static. She paused, looking at the closed doors of the crypt, feeling the probing of her brain. She tried the door, confused when it wouldn't open. She looked around, unable to find anything out of place within the forest. No one was at the flags yet, only a few other teams were still running towards the Crypt, so she could talk if she was quick , but instead the entity seemed to just watch. She scoffed softly, somewhat annoyed as she held the Flag and ran back to the boat. The forest felt too still, cold, lifeless,  she couldn't entertain their Master's whims right now. She had a race to win.