Be Still

Chapter One: Dark Skies

A low grumble of thunder sounded from the darkening sky, instantly followed by a downpour of rain, as if that one growl was a sign for the clouds to open up and release their cold shower onto the world. It was a refreshing sight especially since all morning the sky was a clear blue and the sun was shining brightly. Wednesday and Pugsley were almost done with school by this time, 2:30, and would come galloping in somewhere between 3:20 and 3:30, they always were home by that time and if for some reason they wouldn't be they always called from a pay phone or had a friend's parents call. ALWAYS.

Morticia and Gomez never had to worry about them walking the mile to and from school everyday, or occasionally letting Pugsley drive. The two watched each other like hawks and knew how to use their heads, not to mention people never really messed with the two siblings because they knew not only were they ADDAMS but that whoever did would end up wishing they had never been born.

Gomez was leaning on the mantle reading the stocks while his wife sat quietly knitting in her wicker chair when Gomez suddenly spoke up, "My dear, do you get the feeling that...well...this day just feels weird...like something bad is going to happen?"

She looked up with confused eyes and slightly cocked her head, "No...not necessarily...although by the sight of the weather this morning I figured that nothing good was going to come out of this day, but now...nothing. Why do you ask?"

"I don't know," Gomez answered as he dropped the ticker tape and walked over to his chair next to hers, staring at the floor distraught.

Morticia looked at him concerned for a few minutes before slowly looking back to her knitting, her eyes darting over to him every so often to find him still sitting there, staring at the floor. Soon their Wolf's Head Clock roared out 3 times. It was 3:00.

"I think we should pick the children up from school today," Gomez said suddenly, still not looking up from the floor.

She looked at him with shocked eyes, "Whatever for, darling? The weather just turned nice; why take away the children's opportunity to walk in the cool rain?"

"I don't know...I just feel..."

"I'm sure they'll be alright, they have good heads on their shoulders," Morticia reassured him but now even she was starting to get a little worried. As she looked out the window she noticed there was something different about the rain. It didn't hold its usual dismal peacefulness. There was something foreshadowing about it...tense...