To Die Alone, Only That Would Be Death (Morticia <3 Gomez)

Chapter 3

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Morticia Addams quickly makes her way to her host, glancing behind to check the whereabouts of her interfering husband. But he seemed to have disappeared and she was starting to worry unexpectedly.

 “Morticia! Bonjour-”

 She suddenly looks back in front of her just before crashing into a surprisingly fragile-framed Frenchman. She pushes herself away from him lightly and brushes herself off quickly.

 “Pardon moi, Monsieur.” She seemed so unlike herself. She was never unsure of herself and yet all she could do was look around the enormous, foreboding room for her husband she was meant to be incredibly angry at. She shakes her head frustrated and looks back at her host, trying to smile- also unlike her around strangers. “You know how husbands-” She stops. “-Partners can be?”

 Looking back at her smile, Monsieur Façade looks at the ground. “I am afraid not, Morticia. Frankie’s mother died when he was only 3.”

 Morticia cringes and it certainly wasn’t because someone died. She had just been called ‘Morticia’ and her first name did not come out of her husband’s mouth. It made her feel awful- as if she was betraying him with nothing but a name.

 But she doesn’t say anything. She just looks at the ground and Monsieur Façade takes it as an apology. “Ne vous inquiétez pas, Morticia.” There it was again. She was almost shaking with the urge to hurt him for doing something so small and yet something that meant so much to her. “It was a long time ago.” 

 And there again she throws him that small smile that killed her inside each time she gave it without the presence of her husband.

 ***

“Hey Wednesday, do you like it?” Pubert holds up a small origami crane made out of a beautiful white napkin. She scoffs.

 “Argh! Pubert! I can’t believe you’re my brother! You’re like an alien! The Addams don’t make paper cranes.” She spits. She picks it up and cuts it expertly in several pieces with her knife.

 “That’s a cool knife.” She swings around. No one’s ever been interested in her weapons… other than Joel. But he’s- she doesn’t know where he is any more.

 A kid stands- sits in a wheelchair smiling at her goofily. A smile creeps up her cheeks. No one has ever made her smile with one glance. But this kid seemed different. She didn’t understand it, she couldn’t be smiling because it was polite to smile back and nor could she be smiling because she was happy. Maybe it was just because he was so good looking.

 Although the 14-or-so-ish kid looked like he hadn’t stood up for years, or even his whole life, he was quite muscular or at least in shape. He had very light blue eyes that seemed to hypnotise her with their coldness and anyone who looked deeply into them. And his hair was dark and wavy reaching just past his ears. She didn’t understand why she noticed all of these specific facts about his appearance but it seemed to capture her in some way. It wasn’t just his eyes though that hypnotised her; his whole appearance was- beautiful. Yes, that is how she would describe it.

 “Do you... like knives?” She almost feels like running away. As if that would be the first thing she’d say to him?

 But he smiles. “Yes, my father has quite a collection actually. He has quite a few unusual hobbies.”

Wednesday looks at the ground. Unusual? Does he think she’s… unusual?

 “I mean, not that you’re unusual… just that he’s a little… ummm… just sorry.” He looks at her apologetically.

 She looks up and smiles back. “Don’t worry. I get it.”

 She felt so grown up talking to this boy. She never got along with anyone and yet here she was talking so easily- small talking. She shivers. She’s just like an ordinary girl now; someone who actually likes … boys. What ever happened to homicide?

 But she smiles back anyway. “Hi. I’m Wednesday.”

 He throws her an incredible smile that makes her feel faint. “I’m Frankie.”

I love the name Frankie.... it's so adorable!!! But if I had to choose my favourite name... I reckon it would be BILLY!!! There's a B and a Y- how many AWESOME letters do you want??? That kid's signature would be so cool!!!

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