As the Woe Turns: Once Broken A Wenclair story

Dance part 1

⚠️Trigger Warnings! Talk of/actual violence. Talk of death, attempted suicide, murder, self harm, self hate, homophobia, and internalized homophobia. Harsh words/curse words.
Sheer dense stupidity abounds for a bit.
Admittances of being completely oblivious and or refusing to see what was right in front of them the whole damn time. Some extreme hurt comfort fluffy nonsense towards the end...oh and love...I guess. Caution! Proceed at your own risk! You have been warned.⚠️

With Enid

Pugsley sped towards the train bridge at some points even appearing to race with the hulking metal beast. The train cars were mostly hidden behind the tree line but the bright red color of the engine unmistakably shown through the gaps in the parched foliage that still somehow clung to the trees here. Pugsley made a quick left turn onto River Road passing a large yellow sign with black writing that read, 'DEAD END.' The imposing steel structure of the bridge came fully into view as they passed the ominous sign. The bridge hovered over a sloped embankment and ran parallel along a small river. The faded sign in front read, Morristown and Erie Train Bridge, East Hanover New Jersey Est. 1895. There was someone standing on the tracks. Wednesday was standing on the tracks. The Belair was parked in the shadows under the bridge on the bank of the river, but it was still visible. There was no one else it could be.

Enid's breath caught in her throat. Her eyes widened. Her chest tightened. "No! What the hell is she doing?!" Enid huffed nearly frantic. "Guess you better get up there huh? Go get you girl or something." Pugsley said waving his hand dismissively with a chuckle as he hit the breaks. His Audi skidded to a quick, jarring halt. The train was fully in view now. Nothing was left to the imagination. It was massive. It was literally thousands of pounds of powerful, graceful death barreling towards Wednesday. Her Wednesday. Her Wednesday that still gave zero apparent fucks towards her own impending demise. Her Wednesday who showed no intention of moving off of the damn train tracks what so ever.

Enid tried to fathom what could possibly be going through Wednesday's head. She shouldn't have let her drive away. She shouldn't have stopped things in the library. Now Wednesday was going to do something stupid because of her. Wednesday's arms were folded over each other resting on top of the bridge frame. Her head was down and it looked like her eyes were closed. She looked serene. Unfazed. Beautiful. There was no way the train would be able to stop in time even if the engineer did happen to see her. It was going to hit Wednesday dead on.

Enid didn't think. She couldn't form a coherent thought even if she wanted to. She jumped out of the car the black roses still clasped tightly in her hand. The thorns pierced her skin slightly, but she didn't feel it. She tried getting Wednesday's attention but she knew she most likely wouldn't hear her over the slight rush of water from the river, and the din of the incoming train. She knew it was a long shot. Enid paused as Pugsley pulled away. 'Wait, did he just like leave? Does he really not even care that his sister was about to die? Was this an Addams thing? Or was he depending on Enid to save her? Fuck! Big mistake. It wasn't like she hadn't before...but this was different. This was her not her wolf. Nor was this the balcony' She thought.

A very near train whistle pulled her out of her thoughts. "Shit!" Enid yelled with a whine and started to sprint up the side of the embankment to get to the tracks, the bridge, and Wednesday. She could feel the ground tremble beneath her feet as the train thundered nearer.

There was a rushing sound in her ears. Probably her heart pounding, pushing her blood quickly through her body as her heart raced at the danger they were now in. She fought the feeling of wanting to faint. She was starting to panic. She hadn't felt this way since the night of the attack on Nevermore. Her vision pinned and tunneled. She let out a short howl in frustration. Enid tried one more time with everything in her to get Wednesday's attention. She stepped fully onto the tracks directly in front of the speeding train and yelled Wednesday's name with all she had left in her.