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Wednesday
The pain is burning in her stomach as Crackstone twists the knife in her. She always thought she would enjoy being stabbed. But not like this. Not right now. Not when she has a school full of idiot imbeciles to save.
She feels her legs give out, and her head hits the wall as she slides down to the ground.
Lauren laughs, and bangs the Crypt’s big door shut, extinguishing the candles that provided all the light in the tomb.
Wednesday is alone in the darkness. Goody was right after all. She was always going to be alone in the end.
She feels the life leave her body slowly, as the blood keeps leaking out from the wound. She doesn’t know how long she lays there before she hears the doors open again, but she’s sure Lauren is back to finish her off. The darkness comes, and she welcomes it.
Enid
Enid is officially panicking. She’s bloody, and tired, as she runs towards the place Tyler has pointed her to, after she’d defeated him.
“It’s over Sinclair. Wednesday’s dead.”
The Hyde has no emotion in his voice, and Enid thought she would kill him right there.
“Where is she?!”
As Tyler fell unconscious, Enid heard one quiet word escape from his mouth.
Crypt.
So now, Enid is panicking, terribly afraid of what she will find in there.
She can’t be dead. She can’t be, it’s Wednesday.
Thing is tapping on her shoulder relentlessly as the dark tomb comes into sight.
“Don’t worry Thing. She’s Wednesday Addams, she has to be fine. Tyler was lying.” she says, but her voice lacks the conviction of her words.
She stops abruptly before the crypt and opens it without hesitation.
The tomb is covered in darkness, and the smell of blood hits Enid hard in the face.
“Wednesday?” she shouts desperately, hoping for an answer.
That’s when she sees it.
Wednesday’s limp form, lying on the ground, impossibly still.
No.
No.
Enid cries out, and maybe it’s a growl, and the next second she’s running. Running towards her.
“WEDNESDAY!” she screams her name desperately, kneeling down next to her roommate. She presses two fingers to her neck and feels her eyes water when she can’t feel a pulse.
Then…
There!
She feels Wednesday’s heart give a weak thump beneath her fingers, but it doesn’t stop the tears. Thing desperately taps Wednesday’s shoulders, but to no avail. Enid feels her breath catch in her throat as she looks over her roommate.
There’s a knife in her stomach, and her face is covered in blood. One of her hands seems to have been sliced with a knife as well.
Oh God, please no.
Enid whispers her name softly, over and over again, and carefully takes Wednesday’s body in her arms.
“Please wake up…” she whispers, touching the other girl’s face with one hand. “Please Wednesday, you need to wake up! Wake up!” she’s shouting at the end, and sobs tore through her relentlessly.
But maybe it is effective, because suddenly, Wednesday opens her eyes, and gasps.
“Wednesday!” Enid cries out, and quickly apologizes when she sees her roommate flinch.
“Enid…” Wednesday whispers softly, and Enid has never heard her voice sound so vulnerable, so full of pain. It tears through her heart.
“Yes, it’s me.” she sobs, and carefully tightens her grip on the other girl. “You’re hurt, Wends.”
She wants Wednesday to react to the nickname with a threat, or any kind of snarky response, and her heart freezes when all she gets is a sigh.
“You’re here.” Wednesday pants out the two words, taking deep breaths between them. Enid feels more tears escape.
“I’m here, I’m here, I’m not leaving you, I promise. Just please…” she trails off, and her lips tremble.
“Please don’t die.”
Wednesday’s brows furrow, and she closes her eyes. She seems to finally notice Thing too, and gives him a small smile, which looks more like a grimace, before looking back at her.
“Enid… I’m sorry. I can’t…” Wednesday whimpers in the middle of her sentence, and a shudder tears through her small body. Enid never really notices how small she is before.
“Shh don’t talk, it’s okay, you’re gonna be okay, I promise.”
“We both know that’s not true.”
“Wednesday…” she touches her face again, brushing her blooded bangs out of her eyes, and Wednesday leans into her touch.
“It’s over Enid. I’m not gonna make it.” she whispers.
“Don’t say that!” Enid cries, but Wednesday seems angry, and catches her hand in her on.
“Enid.” she says seriously, looking into the werewolf’s eyes. “You need to go. Leave.”
Enid can’t believe her ears.
“No way! I’m not going to leave you to die you idiot!”
“Thornhill resurrected Crackstone. They are out there, and they’re going to kill everyone. You need to go, help the others.” Wednesday says the words slowly, chest heaving with each one.
Enid quickly processes the fact that a dead pilgrim is walking around Campus, but does not let go off Wednesday’s limp form.
“I’m NOT leaving you Wends!”
“Then you’re an idiot!” shouts Wednesday, but it seems to take a toll on her, as she starts coughing.
Enid is horrified when she sees her cough up blood.
“Fuck, fuck fuck! Wednesday! Stay awake please! I’m here! I’m not leaving you! Please, don't go oh god, please!”
But its no use. Wednesday’s eyes close, and she takes a shuddering breath as even more blood leaves her mouth.
“E- Enid.” she stutters, and her entire body trembles in Enid’s arms. “Please…”
Enid shakes her head, saying “I’m not leaving you.” over and over again as a mantra. She pulls Wednesday closer, as she trembles, trying to provide comfort. Wednesday squeezes her hand one last time, and Enid hears her whisper two broken words.
“Thank you.”
Thank you for being here.
Then her grip is gone, and she goes slack in her arms.
Enid Sinclair holds Wednesday in her arms, as her soul leaves her body, and she does the one thing Wednesday has never thought anyone would do for her outside her family.
She grieves. She grieves for Wednesday Addams.