All For Not - Wednesday

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“Morella?!” I hear my name called from afar.

“Hey, Xavier’s old art shed…do you think…” 

My head lifts from under my wing and I look over from the far corner, the broken window I’d flown through hours before exposing Bruno’s face as he looks through and inside before the door is suddenly broken down disturbing the dust that covers the floor. 

Enid stands there, frantic as she looks around before walking in, “Morella?” Her voice is tense, wavering in concern as Bruno follows her through, then Wednesday and lastly my father.

Staying hidden behind some old discarded metal sheets I pull back, pushing my head under my wing once more as the concrete slabs under me stay hot with fire. The glow from my fire was of course inevitable, even with how deeply hidden I stayed in the far back corner of the old worn down shed.

  “Morella…”

My fathers voice is calm, softer like watered down mud as he walks into the shed and looks around. Enid stands by the door with Thing, arms against her chest as she keeps her hands clasped together under her chin. Bruno stands at her side, his hand on her back as he looks around the shed with clear judgement.

My sister is the only one who doesn’t enter however, looking up at something in the trees just outside the door.

“Morella, sweetie?” My father calls for me even softer as he walks further in, peering at crevices and holes created by trash and other miscellaneous things thrown in for storage.

“Oh…”

His voice gives it away, “My sweet little fire cracker, what has happened to you….” I hear his grunting as he moves uncomfortably to kneel on the floor. He peers under the desk at me and sighs deeply as I stay unmoving, then my wing ruffles slightly with the noise of scraping metal. He kneels before me, moving aside the scrapped metal sheets.

Silence falls over us as he pulls his coat off, “Is she okay?” Enid asks softly from the front of the shed. He gives no answer, completely focused on making a hammock with his coat over his perched thigh and his other arm before reaching for me.

His bare hand shifts under one of my wings first, pulling it back into my body so he could pick me up without pain. He’s forced to move me around carefully as I lay there curled up. 

Enid approaches cautiously almost as if she’s more scared than concerned, “Mr. Addams?”

“Not right now Enid,” Wednesday says walking inside to pull a new coat off her arm, “Father, use this.” She holds it out and he pulls away from me to grab it and cover his own like he planned to make a thicker cocoon to put me in.

Both Enid and Wednesday watch him pull my out, my body almost limp in a way as my wings hung down and my tail stayed draped down with them. His bare hands pulled me closer and picked me up, laying me on my side with a wing under my body as Enid’s jaw dropped and Wednesday’s eyes popped. 

My father cocooned me gently, wrapping me like a swaddled babe before holding me to his chest and using a hand on the desk to lift himself with a grunt.

He looks at my sister and our roommate, a disapproving look covering his expression, a rare look to see on such a man. “You two should have come to find me at once…” He says sternly, catching sight of how Wednesday opens her mouth to retort, but he still shuts her down nonetheless, “Father-.”