Where did Thing come from?
Dragonlots aka Dana Bell
Wednesday Addams was bored, not that it happened very often. Normally she happily entertained herself by stalking and finding creative ways to kill her brother Pugsley. But today, he had proven elusive and had hidden himself so well she couldn't find him.
With a heavy sigh she returned to the house by wandering through the graveyard filled with family who they often dug up during Halloween. They called the game Wake the Dead. She loved it and couldn't wait to play again.
Back inside the mansion, she found her mother Morticia sitting in her favorite wicker chair, knitting yet another black yarned creation with faithful Thing holding the threads.
"Hello, Mother," Wednesday greeted sorrowfully, gracefully sitting down in a dress similar to her mother's, only with a white collar at her neck.
"Wednesday, Darling, how gloomy you look." Her dark haired mother smiled, her low necked, tight fitting gown adorning her trim figure.
"I am gloomy mother." She sat on the stool always kept close by. Her mournful ebony eyes wandered to the hand, which did so many chores for them. "How did Thing come to be with us?"
"Haven't I told you our family story yet?" Her quick fingers made yet another row.
"No."
"Well," her mother put aside her knitting, leaning forward, an eager expression on her pale, lean face. "Thing came to us long ago. Poor dear." She gently patted the single hand. It quivered at her attention.
"How?"
"All we truly know is that Thing fell from the sky like a meteorite, battered, bleeding, burnt." Her mother enjoyed sharing the gory details. Wednesday's heart beat faster imagining the horror.
"You great, great, great," Morticia waved her delicate thin fingers, "so many generations back we can't count them." She paused her tale. "Found the poor thing, nursed it back to health, and it has served us ever since."
"But where did Thing come from, Mother?"
"All we really know, and from what little Thing could tell us, he belonged to a great Knight."
"A Knight?"
"Yes, dear. The man lost his hand in a saber battle, with his father as I seem to recall."
"It's always nice when family fights a duel."
"Oh, you are so right, my dear Wednesday. Nothing makes a woman's heart beat as if were to explode in her chest."
They both sighed dreamily.
"Where's your brother?" her mother inquired, picking up her knitting once more.
"He's hiding."
"I'm sure you'll find him. There's a nice arsenic tea brewing on the stove. Why don't you pour him a cup."
"What a wonderful idea." Wednesday got up, patted Thing. "I'm so glad you came to us." She noticed the charred skin around the wrist. Seemed an odd scar for a sword fight. Wednesday shrugged and skipped to the kitchen, determined this time to succeed in killing her brother.
Author's note & Disclaimer: I blame this story on something I read on Facebook. The idea was so good a fanfiction story had to be written.
I do not own the Addams family, movie version. Only borrowing the characters.
My apologies to George Lucas, but we always wanted to know what happened to Luke's hand.