The Addams Family [Markson]

2. Make Yourself Uncomfortable🕷

"Mon amour, what are you doing?" Yien asked calmly, crossing his arms delicately against his chest and staring at the collection of axes Jiaer was showing to Jinyoung, "Dinner first, fun later."

"Oh, right. Where my manners at?" Jiaer said, closing the box with axes and putting them down. Jinyoung cluelessly stared at him, untill he crooked a weird smile upon his face nodding his head in reassurance.

"It's okay. The collection is truly amazing, or awful? I can't believe there are actually axes of Victor Licata and Frances Stewart Silver." Jinyoung stated calmly, shaking his head in amazement, "Such, vicious, malicious people."

"Delightful criminals." Yien added with a chuckle, "Vacelet Family Murders, not to be forgotten."

"I agree, that murder was soo abominable." Jiaer confirmed with a half sinister smirk framing his perfect teeth.

"Soo raucous. Uhh... my apetite just grew. Yours?" Yien said as shivers run down his spine. He swung his arm around Jiaer's shoulders and rose his eyebrow in anticipation.

"My guts are growling like a furious wolf." The brown haired male exclaimed, his hand wrapped around Yien's, perfectly and dead pale hand perfectly suited his own. He lifted from his spot, Jinyoung followed right after as chair squeaked spookily, "After you, dear guest."

"Thank you." Jinyoung uttered softly, walking out of the livingroom to the kitchen. The deadly and poisonous smell filled the air and burnes every piece of sanity inside the people. The plates were served, small kettle in the center of the huge table. Jiaer sat for the head, Jinyoung next to him.

"I'm going to get the kids." Said Yien, frightening calming and with small smile. Blood red lips framing his perfect white, demonish pearls. Walking over the stairs another earthquake enveloped the house, ceiling falling appart and and dust raising in the air. Yien held for the railings, calmly lifting his gaze up and laughing, "Well, they are not sick."

[...]

"What so you think of that guest?" Kyum asked sitting on the floor of the attic, bulding a small bomb while lifting his gaze to look at BamBam playing with wires.

"Looks odd. I like him." BamBam said in really plain voice, he was known to say a little and never smile. His dominant and spooky aura was probably inherited from Yien, but he was a perfectly awful upgrade. His fingers dancing over the wires, connecting them skillfully, "What do you think?"

"I think he wants to kill me." Kyum said, pouting and putting his forefinger upon his pouty lips. Laughing like a savage, "I love how my skin crawls from excitement at that thought."

"Such a masochist you are." BamBam replied, fingers wrapping around last set of wires, connecting them. Walking over to the wooden chair with leather belts and fixing few things, continuing, "Sit."

"Why?" Kyum raised his eyebrows, as his attention was drew away from the small bomb. Legs sprawled over the dusty floor.

"To play a game." BamBam lifted his grey soulless eyes to pierce through Kyum who frowned.

"Ok." He smiled, skipping up and sitting on the chair smiling happily, "What's the name of the game?" asked Kyum, as BamBam was wrapping leather belts around his wrists.

"It's called Is There A God?." He chuckled a little, slowly walking to the lever where he was fixing the wires at the safe distamce while Kyum had metal helmet on his head, "It needs to warm up."

"Why?" Kyum asked.

"So it can kill you."

"Oh, I knew that." Kyum laughed a little.