Persephone and Hades

Down on Their Luck

The whole family was in a courtroom with the Judge announcing the verdict of the trial. "Therefore, it is with no small amount of personal satisfaction that I declare Fester Addams legal executor of Addams' estate and rightful owner of all possessions and properties contained therein with one exception." The Judge was smirking as he told the courtroom smugly. He reached from behind the bench and grabbed a bucket and lifted it for the court to see. "Gomez Addams, I believe these are yours." He spoke with a smug grin and started to pour the contents of the bucket onto the bench desk. Showing all of the golf balls that Gomez had shot into the Judge's house. He started to cackle in glee at the defeated look that was all over Gomez's face.

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The Addams Clan returned to the house to gather their things, which wasn't much, since Fester claimed everything. Gomez was slumped in the back of the car, with a defeated look on his face as he stared into space. Persephone was there, helping the family pack things up. Wednesday looked at her fondly, silently appreciating her help with his family.

After everything was packed, they slowly drove away from the house solemnly.

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The clan had ended up in a motel for the moment, trying to figure out their next steps. Gomez sat in a chair in his pinstriped pants that were dirty, as he hadn't changed since the trial, an undershirt with his suspenders showing. He was emotionlessly staring into space with Thing on his head, giving it a massage.

The rest of the family was sitting around a table, Lurch cleaning in the corner. Wednesday was sitting at the end of the table with Persephone sitting closely next to him. She watched him in silent worry, as he stared into space with an angry aura coming from him while he sat emotionlessly.

Morticia sighed delicately. "We have been forced from our home. Yes, we've been betrayed by those we trusted but we are Addamses, and we will NOT submit." She stated firmly. "Who recalls the old fable of the tortoise and the hare? The swift yet lazy little cottontail and his low but determined companion? What does that story teach us?"

Grandma smiled deranged and pointed with a knife. "Kill the hare! Skin it! Boil it!" She suggested gleefully.

Wednesday looked at his mother, "Put the tortoise on the highway."

Pugsley grinned and nodded. "During rush hour!"

Persephone softly smiled in amusement at the family.

"Yes, we will survive. Poison us, strangle us, break our bones. We will come back for more." Morticia smiled. "And why is that?"

Grandma spoke up proudly. "Because we like it."

Pugsley answered with a different answer. "Because we're Addamses!"

Gomez spoke up dejectedly, "Because we're Addamses." He spoke weakly without moving, just repeating what Pugsley said.

The group looked at him sadly.

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A little bit later, Persephone was heading back to her own house as she knew they didn't have the room in the motel to house her. Wednesday followed her out and they walked a little bit away from the door and towards the entrance to the motel. Persephone turned to Wednesday and looked up at him while he turned to her and put his hands on her waist. She lifted her hands and cupped his face, and he closed his eyes, leaning into her touch. He let out a soft sigh and leaned forward to put his forehead against hers.

"It'll be okay, Wednesday." She spoke softly to him, and he hummed lightly. Almost not believing her.

She pushed away his head lightly to make him look at her, "Hey," he opened his eyes and stared down at her. "It will be okay. I'll be right here where you need me." She told him confidently.