Wednesday

Chapter 1: Murder by Crows

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"Wednesday, hurry!"

"This is all your fault..."

"Wednesday..."

"I died because of you!"

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Wednesday's shot open and he quickly sat up, his eyes wide with fear and the stains of black tears running down his face.

"(Y/n)!" He cried.

"(Y/n) is fine, dear. It's you I'm worried about."

Wednesday looked to his left to see his mother sitting on the couch he had woken up on.

"Mother..."

"When it comes to your ability, I asked you to be honest with me." She pointed at his face. "I know what those tears mean. It's psychic exhaustion. That's what happens when you abuse your gift."

"I've harnessed it." Wednesday argued.

Morticia chuckled. "You sound just like your aunt."

"How do I get the tears to go away?" He reluctantly asked.

"Well...you can start by giving me Gabriel's book of spells." She told him.

Wednesday immediately snapped his gaze to Thing, ready to yell at him for telling.

"Don't be upset with him, he was worried sick." Morticia scolded. "As was I, and (Y/n). You gave her quite the scare."

Thing handed Wednesday a cloth and he used it to wipe the black streaks from his face.

"Gabriel was my spirit guide. That book belongs to me." Wednesday argued.

"This isn't something you can control. You have to be patient and wait for your new guide." His mother advised. "They will appear when the time is right."

"I don't have that time. Not after tonight." Wednesday declared, standing up.

"You never believe the rules apply to you." Morticia accised, standing up as well. "And I applaud that. But you cannot bend your psychic ability to your will."

"And you can't expect me to bend to yours." Wednesday spat. "You cannot tell me to blaze my own trail and then put up roadblocks."

Morticia shook her head. "I'm not your enemy. I am your mother. Your ability is not a weapon to be deployed. It's a gift to be respected."

"I liked it better when you were a crystal ball away." He muttered harshly.

"Well one day I won't be here anymore. And you can recklessly live your life as you see fit." His mother told him.

Wednesday didn't say a word, and just walked out of the cottage.

Morticia then turned to Thing, who was discreetly trying to crawl away. "You...we're supposed to help me protect him. Most of all from himself..."

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Wednesday looked out the window as he was driven back to Nevermore, deep in thought.

"Galpin's warning, Xavier's painting, and my vision of my love's death. They all have a certain one-eyed, black winged bird in common."

Wednesday turned to the front of the car. "Lurch...we need to make a stop."

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Wednesday walked up the driveway to Galpin's house, which now had its windows boarded up and a bunch of crude graffiti on it.

He reached his fist up and knocked. "Galpin!" He called.

When he didn't hear anything, he tried the door handle and it opened with a creak. Wednesday looked down to see Thing signing to him.

"How can it be breaking and entering if everything is already broken?" He reasoned, walking inside anyway. "Galpin? I know you're lurking somewhere is this suburban squalor."

He entered the living room and saw Galpin sitting in an arm chair facing the TV, an almost empty bottle of alcohol lying next to him on the floor.

Wednesday sighed with annoyance. "I don't have time for one of your drunken stupors. I need you to tell me about your case."

He grabbed the back of the chair and turned it around for Galpin to face him, only when he did, he saw that Galpin was dead. His eyes pecked out like his partners, and his mouth open, his face frozen in terror.

Wednesday's eyes widened at the sight and he leaned down to take a closer look when a bunch of crowd suddenly flew out of Galpin's open mouth. Wednesday jumped back, landing on the floor as he watched the crowd fly around the room before crashing through the windows.

He slowly stood up, and noticed one crow left that had half its face burnt off, and a large milky white eye. The bird stared at him for a few moments before cawing and flying off.

"Murdered by a murder of crows. What a perfectly ironic death wasted in the least ironic man I ever met." Wednesday spoke aloud. "Let's see if he can finally offer some useful investigative insight."

Thing shook his finger, expressing his dislike at Wednesday's statement.

"It's my only clue to saving (Y/n)." Wednesday put his hand on Galpin's shoulder and closed his eyes, trying to use his ability, but nothing happened. "I'm not seeing anything." He tried again, but still nothing. "My ability..."

Wednesday didn't have much time to think about the fact that his ability was now gone as he heard several police sirens outside. Realizing how it would look if they caught Wednesday in here with a dead body, he tried to make a run for it out the door, but it was kicked in and Sheriff Santiago pointed her gun at him.

"Freeze!" She yelled. "Wednesday Addams, you're under arrest..."

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