Cyanide Nightshade Addams

Chapter One

The night was crisp, without a cloud and the stars and the moon were the only light sources illuminating the world at this time. Two figures strolled arm in arm in the middle of the empty street. One man and one woman. He wore a black and white pinstripe suit and held a cigar between his teeth, smiling, his pencil mustache parallel to his lips and eyes glinting with mischief. She wore a skintight black dress, its ruffles stopping less than an inch from the ground, her long, straight black hair neatly falling to the middle of her back, framing her pail face and her red lips curling into a small loving smile.

Like two shadows they soundlessly glided through the street. Not even their breaths turned to fog.

"Cara mia, are you certain that this is the right neighborhood? This looks so... normal. And every house looks like the one next to it. So uncreative. Boring really." the man said.

"Yes, my dear. This is the right area. I am however not confident that we are anywhere near the right house. Cousin Ballista said that we would know the house when we-" the woman was interrupted by a muffled scream. 

"Gomez, what was that? It sounded like someone was screaming in a coffin." 

"It did Tish. It came from there." The man's eyes lit up with glee and he pointed to one of the many clonelike houses, this one was labeled number 4 Privet Drive. "Shall we go and have a look my darling?"

"If we stick to the shadows we can. It was such a lovely sound. It would be a shame if we did not investigate why it was made." The woman took his hand and together they stepped through the nearest shadow and into the house. With a wave of his hand the man hid them in the corner they arrived in.

A small boy sat in the living room with the back to them. Black hair messy and unwashed, sticking in every direction. In front of him stood a chair with a whale like man gagged and strapped to the legs and armrests. It was close to a miracle it didn't collapse. Next to the man was a woman, very horse like and thin tied up on the floor. She must have been the one who screamed, her mouth was... well, it was not there. In its place resided a blank spot of flesh. On the man's other side was a small thick boy strapped to the ceiling and looking like younger version of the man, also gagged. His son undoubtedly. 

The smaller black-haired boy in the front, he was holding a big kitchen knife and was monologuing about something, "- any idea how horrible-", was interrupted by the couple in the shadows gasping in delighted surprise. He twirled around and looked at them, glowing emerald green eyes glaring. "Who is there?"

The dark woman waved her hand to disperse the shadows around her and her companion, earning gasps from the bound family. Well, the mother on the floor made big eyes and breathed through her nose due to a lack of a mouth.

"Who are you?" The boy asked, his child voice laced with ice, knife pointed towards the couple in black. 

"Morticia Addams, my child. And this is my husband, Gomez." said the woman, Morticia. Her voice, cool as a grave, but laced with love. Her husband, Gomez, was stalking towards the three captives with a big smile. He looked them up and down, chuckling at the hopeful looks on their faces and turned towards the boy his wife was looking at. 

"Young man, did you make these knots? They are exceptionally well done." 

The boy nodded, a few strands of hair dropping into his face. Gomez laughed and patted him on the back after dropping the lit cigar into his chest pocket and taking out a new one.

"He has spirit, Tish. I like him."

"My dear," Morticia knelt down "what is your name?" 

"Freak or Boy, depending on how angry they are." the boy said looking at the three people.