Wednesday Addams Oneshots

The way you make me feel things Pt.2

TW/ Violent Wednesday Pookie <3

Wednesday's Pov

I've been writing on my typewriter for the past hour, my anger still present as I bash the keys harshly, the loud clicking filling the silence of the room, Enid left a while ago, to where? I have no idea, nor do I care. 

My mind keeps racing back to today's earlier encounter, with those boys...no, not boys, boys would mean that they are human, those pigs. 

Flashback to after school

I clenched my jaw, seeing how those monkeys acted so proud of themselves, high-fiving and hyping each other up, their sly grins only fueled my anger, my fists clenched, and the breaking point was when I saw Y/n walk away with her head down, a gesture she does when she is about to cry. 

I see red as I march up to them, taping Travis's shoulder, he giggles still as he turns around to face me, a nonchalant look as he greets me, unaware of what I just witnessed. "Oh, hey there Wednesday, how are you?" His voice pisses me off, so much to the point I don't do the logical thing and square how many guys there are. 

"Ready to fucking kill you" I growl, my right-hand wraps around his neck, and his eyes widen, his face quickly turns to one of horror as his friends try to process my slick actions, it takes them a few minutes, just as I'm about to take Travis's last minute of air a buff blonde boy reacts first, pulling me off him as he holds my hands behind my back, his weakness becomes apparent, he has no leg strength, I throw my head back, stunning him as I quickly swipe his legs in a spinning motion, sending him tumbling into another guy. 

I dust off my jacket, sizing up the group, there 5 of them altogether, 2 left standing, however, my target is Travis and only Travis, he gulps when I flick the speck of dirt off my blazer, looking at him coldly, he snaps his fingers, and a guy charges at me, unfortunate for me, he was a well-trained jock, meaning his stamina and endurance was better than the other guys here, he pins me to the floor, reeling his fist back to land a hit on my right eye, his mistake was not straddling me, but instead sitting off to my left side. 

I hiss at the pain, it snaps adrenaline into me as I shove him off me with my right leg, I barrel it into him, and I take this opening to roll away from him, picking myself back up before I land a one shot hit to his nose with the bottom of my shoes, they are Demonia platforms, in short, the snap of the bone in his nose gave me a thrill of delight. 

I stand tall, the four boys groaning as they can't do anything more, I smirk sinisterly, I draw nearer to Travis, he begins to cower as he takes steps back, not looking where he is going, his breath hitches, his eyes widening when his back hits a wall. 

"W-what are you going to do to me?" He trembles, his bottom lip quivering. I tilt my head, staring him down as a wicked smile forms on my face, I reach into my pocket to take out a pocketknife, one that makes his face pale in comparison to mine. 

End of Flashback

I smirk wickedly to myself, remembering his screams as I dragged him out back, he won't be looking at Y/n anytime soon. Or any girl for that matter, not that it would have any significance, without his baby-maker, any pride he had would be long gone, meaning he is now a useless specimen in this world. As an Addams, I was told to always use presentation, so I've popped it in a gift box so I can send him it next week as a reminder. 

As I recollect the events I seem to calm down more, I dealt with him, I don't need to be angry anymore, but why do I still feel like I haven't done enough? 

I stop typing with a heavy sigh, I lean back in my chair, looking up as I try to gather my thoughts, 'Why am I so hung up on this? I dealt with it, so why can't I get Y/n out of my head?' I ask myself, struggling to think of anything besides Y/n, she and I have been friends for a few years now, and I've never really thought about her this much.