Wednesday

Chapter 1: Sneaking In

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In the Rotwood cottage, Morticia and Gomez watched as Thing was receiving a hand massage.

"Stassa's waiting list is six months long. How did you get her up to Jericho on a moments notice?" Morticia wondered.

"She has a sore spot for dismembered appendages. And I tripled her usual fee." Gomez revealed.

"I'm so mortified we forgot Thing's birthday. It's unforgivable. I've been so preoccupied with the children and chairing the fundraising the gala..."

"Fret not, Cara Bella. Another hour under Stassa's deft touch, Thing will be a new hand. Tell me, how goes the fundraising?" Gomez asked.

Morticia sighed. "Agonizing. Last night, I had the sudden urge to call Mama, and ask her to be guest of honor at the gala."

Gomez gasped lightly. "How very distressing."

"She is Nevermore's wealthiest alumni. Doubtless that's why Principal Dort recruited me."

"Of course not, darling."

"I will never understand why my...dearest mama has to make every interaction so torturous. Fortunately, I have a very high threshold for pain."

Gomez grasped her hand. "Which I find intoxicating." He pressed several kisses to her knuckles. "Perhaps I can help you take your mind off your mother."

Gomez turned and opened a record player, placing the needle on the disc. He and Morticia began waltzing around the living room, tightly grasping each other to their side.

...

Meanwhile, upstairs in their bedroom, a figure dressed in black and slipped in through the window. They crept over to a trunk and opened it, rifling through the contents inside, looking for something.

...

Morticia's eyes suddenly widened, and she looked to her husband. "Darling, I'm going to slip into something a little more uncomfortable."

Gomez grinned. "Make sure it has a lot of spikes and buckles."

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Morticia opened the bedroom door to find Wednesday rifling through her things.

"I underestimated your bat-like hearing." Wednesday muttered with gritted teeth.

"And my maternal intuition." Morticia added. "Did you honestly think I would hide Gabriel's book in there?"

"You used to hide our Dia de los Muertos presents in here."

"Because I wanted you to find those."

Wednesday closed the trunk and stood up. "Do you remember my favorite bedtime story?"

His mother hummed and nodded. "The Salem Witch trial transcripts. Nothing put you to sleep faster than the ranting of the condemned."

"They were allowed to make their case to the magistrate." Wednesday pointed out. "Allow me the same courtesy?"

Morticia nodded.

"In my most recent vision, I learned that I am responsible for (Y/n)'s death." He revealed.

This caught Morticia's attention. "What did you see?"

"A headstone with her name. It was in the middle of a graveyard filled with crows. They were being led by a one-eyed crow. Then (Y/n) appeared and claimed it was all my fault." He told her. "Galpin was murdered by that same one-eyed crow. And his former partner was also killed by these birds. These aren't random attacks, someone is behind it all."

"An Avian?" Morticia guessed.

"I need to find the killer before they get to her." Wednesday insisted. "I am not appealing to you as my mother, but a fellow psychic."

"As a fellow psychic you understand your visions are unreliable and open to many interpretations." Morticia reminded him.

"Not mine." He denied. "I had mastered my ability. It showed me exactly what I needed to see."

Morticia's hummed. "Like that serial killer? In Kansas City."

Wednesday glanced down. "Every artist needs their own signature."

"You've made a very compelling argument...to never give you back that book." Morticia decided. "You haven't mastered anything."

Wednesday stood up, staring at his mother with disbelief. "But the only answers I have are in that book."

"They're not answers. They're shortcuts that will lead you down a treacherous path filled with pain." She lectured.

"Your treacherous path is my walk in the park."

His mother scoffed. "You sound just like Ophelia. She was impatient and strong-willed, and allowed her ability to drive her to madness."

"I'm not your sister." Wednesday stated firmly.

"No, you're my son. And I won't fail you the way that my mother failed Ophelia." Morticia replied even more firmly.

Wednesday glared at his mother. "This isn't over..."

He then climbed back out the window, leaving Morticia alone.

Gomez suddenly entered the bedroom, dressed in a red robe and holding two glasses in his hands.

"Tish?"

Morticia forced a smile. "I'm sorry, Mon Cheri. The romantic mood has unexpectedly escaped me."

Gomez gasped in slight disappointment, before he smiled again. "Maybe later."

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