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

Chapter 9.

Wednesday paces back and forth in the hallway and then turns to look at her brothers and Frankie.

“Any ideas?”

They all shake their heads.

“God, being good is so hard.” She puts her head in her hands. And then looks up once again. “What do you do with an activated bomb? 

Silence for a minute. Pugsley then puts his hand up but Wednesday shakes her head. “We know you know how to activate one. Again, what do you do with an activated bomb?” 

She looks down at Pubert and he smiles back at her.

“Deactivate it.”

She smiles at him. “Exactly.”

They walk into the empty ballroom, the second one. The one their mother was shown to. But just as they enter, each of them feels a hand on one of their shoulders. They turn around to stare at 2 security guards and a very annoyed Frenchman. 

“Frankie, (French) I am very disappointed in you. We are a family and we are entitled to secrets that others are not. Especially the Addamses.” He spits their family name as if it is his least favourite word in the world. 

He then turns to the security guards. “Take them to the kitchen with their mother. But put them in the boiler room instead. I want half of them fried and the other half frozen.” He chuckles to himself and then turns to look at his son. “As for you, you get the basement.”

Frankie looks at him terrified. Now he has to stare at that single bottle for several hours- or however long it takes his father to decide to trigger the bomb.

Morticia shivers in this small room. She has always thought herself cold-blooded and the more cold it has been around her, the closer she feels to freezing to death. She remembers telling her sister that if she could choose a way to die it would be freezing to death. But now that her wish was coming true, she wasn’t sure she would ever wish for it again.

But suddenly in her darkness she heard the faint screams of children. Possibly her children. “Wednesday? Pugsley? Pubert?” She makes the names fall out faintly. She has no energy any more. And every word is a strain. 

Suddenly the door opens and the lights almost blind her. But she hears that voice that she now despises. 

“Well, well… Morticia.”

She starts to shake slightly more than before.

“What a shame you didn’t take my deal. Because now your children are going to die in the worst way possible- worse than you… you didn’t think it was possible, did you?” He chuckles. “They’re going to boil to death. Profiter de l'enfer. Enjoy hell.” He laughs as he slams the door and the whole room is shrouded in darkness once again. She sighs sadly for she doesn’t have the energy to grieve any more.

But once again the light of the cooler room comes on again and by this time she was not yet used to the dark once more so the light did not blind her again.

“Stop.” She tries. It was a small whisper. “Please. Just let me die.”

She looks up to see another face and suddenly her body is filled with a flush of warmth. 

“Gomez?”

She smiles at him but his dead expression does not change. 

“Gomez? Gomez, I’m so sorry.” She looks down at herself and again she is filled with the coldness of the room. She starts to shake uncontrollably.