Y/N's pov:
(Flashback)
"You said you would protect her you bitch!" screams Wednesday. The world around her became dimmer and blurry as your heart beat slowed down. Timing your death.
You frown your eyebrows at your lovers words. When did they talk to each other? The only times they interacted was when Evelynn snuck into the police station to let Wednesday call you and the second time was Wednesday's birthday when Evelynn mentioned that she was hiding many things from you.
Both times they both looked like they wanted to murder each other.
"Oh I will but first I will see through my promise to her," states Evelynn. The chill running into your body from the bullet holes became colder. Felt like ridged ice was bring poured into you. Deep freezing everything and slicing at the same time.
Wednesday what did you do!? You try to shout but the words are lodged in like the bullets with every deep breath you try to grab and hold on to.
You feel the bullets being pushed out of you by your own flesh along with your muscles relaxing. But not in a comfortable way. They were getting to limp. You knew moving would make Evelynn's spell move quicker to your brain.
Look at me Wednesday! LOOK AT ME! You scream mentally. Trying to force your lips open.
Wednesday's face was starting to blur. You widen your eyes as big as you could to make your eyes focus on her again- you wanted to take every detail of her before you the poison infected your brain.
But it was too late when she turned around. She wouldn't see the warning you were trying to give. And who knew how long she wouldn't know.
(Present day )
Y/b/f/n aka your cousin pov:
Pulling up to rundown apartment hidden in the smokey and busy streets of Hong Kong, your best friend now cousin steps out of her car. Staring at the almost cold war themed complex that is miles high, almost giving her vertigo.
This the right place? She wonders pulling out a crumpled piece of paper from her jacket. Taking in the perimeter she finds that indeed she is in the right place. With a sigh she locks her car and crunches the loose gravel below her boots as she heads to the glass door.
Just like the old side of the building, the inside felt like she was walking through the Backrooms themselves with the glitchy buzzing lights, washed and stained white wall that had hints of a tan color. Probably what it use to be back in the 60s. The marble on the ground chipped and cracked- telling stories with each imperfect. One of those could possibly be the very one she was looking for.
After what felt like a century she found the very apartment she was looking for on the 34th floor.
"Great, now it looks like the apartment hallway of Evil Dead Rise! Fuck my life" she mumbles, scanning the walls for the number 347. Much to her fear it was in the enter of the hall just like the horror movie's characters place was. "Damn crow."
Coaching down and finessing the key hole with a Bobby pin the door creaks open, allowing a tsunami of dust the break free at last.
With one arm covering her eyes slightly and another holding a gun she enter.
The apartment was small. It only had a small 70s box TV on top of overflowing cardboard boxes, and small center table piled with wrappers full with dust and leftover food. A small single reclining chair that had mold growing a garden on it and practically moist carpet thanks to the water the coach could absorb of the leak above it.
The kitchen was no better. Mold was trying to creep out of the fridge to follow the noise cutting smell out to explore the rest of the apartment.
"GODDAMN Y/B/N! PLEASE TELL ME THIS IS THE OUTCOME FROM LEAVING THIS PLACE UNSUPERVISED SINCE YOUR DEATH 6 YEARS AGO!" shouts Y/C/N.
Walking into the bedroom she sees the very thing she was looking for, a huge pentagram that had black melted candles. The summoning Ritual belonged to none other than Evelynn, your fiancé.
With a glare and anger even encouraging her to seek what she was seeking, she scours the room for any evidence on what your brother's deal was with Evelynn. Although the demoness claimed everything she was doing was out of love there was still something off.
From the few years your were with her she understood that Evelynn wasn't the type to chase unless there was something already promised. Hence, the question: did your brother sale you to her for your safety or for revenge- on all your family's enemies? Or both?
Papers after papers, dining through drawers and cabinets she found nothing. Not even within the walls or under the carpet. As for the ceiling it was so thin that she could have a full conversation that was 100% clear with the neighbors above and below. If it wasn't under the carpet then there wouldn't be any documents in the ceiling.
A dig brought her back to reality. It was her brother Edgar alerting her to return. Evelynn's supporters were getting suspicious.
"You sure there is something here that could help us, Atredis?" She asks the demonic crow perched on the window. The bird nods and flies into the kitchen. Landing on a knife handle he immediately falls backwards and jolts as if he was having a stroke. After a mintue He gets back up with one wing above as if he had found the answer to the everything in the universe.
"You want Y/N to kill us. If not then my father or someone else. How on Earth am I to get Wednesday over here to find the rest of the deal between Evelynn and Y/B/N!?"
The crowd shrugs and flies out the window cawing. Probably insulting her.
With a sigh Y/B/F/N slumps to the ground. Burying her head into her hands. "This is going to be much harder than expected."
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Of Woes and Shadows (Wednesday x reader)
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