Author's note: Today was the first day of school, and I was up until 11 last night writing this chapter. I hope you're happy, readers. xD

"Careful!" Lucas said instinctually as he helped Wednesday over the fence. This could have very easily been met with some sarcastic comeback about barbed wire, but Wednesday decided against it. Once she dropped onto her feet on the other side, she expected Lucas to follow her, but when he didn't, she knew what was happening. The one thing in her plan she hadn't prepared for.

"I have to go back. Make sure everyone's alright." Wednesday swallowed and struggled to keep her voice from cracking. No, she wasn't crying. She absolutely refused to cry.

"You're very brave." She managed to say, and earned a modest smile from Lucas.

"Go save your uncle." He urged.

"Will I ever see you again?" Wednesday asked. Lucas shrugged before an idea occurred to him, and he reached into the back pocket of the ridiculous pilgrim costume.

"What are you doing?" Wednesday asked. Lucas produced a piece of crumpled up paper and a pen and began to write.

"I want you to write to me, and I'll write back. That way, we'll always be there for each other, in some way." Lucas finished writing and handed Wednesday the paper through the fence. A quick look at it revealed an address, and a phone number. An earsplitting scream from the blazing camp, and Pugsley pulling up in a stolen car alerted them that they'd run out of time. Their eyes met, and they both brought their faces closer to the fence. With the fire and smoke of Camp Chippewa on one side of the fence, and an impatient juvenile on the other, Wednesday and Lucas kissed for what could have been the very last time. It could have gone on for a lot longer than a few lingering seconds, but Pugsley blasted the horn and they were forced to separate.

"Goodbye." Wednesday whispered to him and went to the car, where Pugsley greeted her with a look of discust, but wisely chose to remain silent. As the two drove away, Lucas waived from the fence, and turned around to head back.

Wednesday once again looked down at the paper he'd given her, and then stuffed it into her dress pocket. She supposed that she had better watch Pugsley's driving to make sure they didn't look any more suspicious than they already did. "Slow down." She instructed, and turned around to watch the light of the engulfing flames fade behind them.

The family had to give kudos to Debbie, because usually it would take a lot more than a shotgun to round the entire family and lock them in the electric chairs. But no matter how she did it, here they were. As Debbie was strapping her into her chair, Wednesday remembered the pack of matches in her pocket. She wasn't sure of what she would do with them, but she knew that she would die the same way if she attempted an escape than if she didn't.

"Miss me?" Debbie taunted her when she bound her left wrist too tight.

"No." Wednesday said blankly and tried to get the matches as quickly as she possibly could. She managed to get a hold of them, but Debbie caught her arm.

"I don't think so, kid." Debbie snatched the box and bound Wednesday's right wrist before searching her dress pockets for explosives and such. When she found the piece of paper, Wednesday hoped she would just kill them already. She must have given some facial tell, because Debbie decided to read it. "Lu-cas." She pronounced in a mocking manner that made Wednesday wish she had her Chippewa Squad right about now. "How pathetic." Debbie chucked the paper across the room, and then turned to face the family.

"I don't want to hurt anybody. I don't enjoy hurting anybody. I don't like guns, or bombs, or electric chairs. But sometimes people just won't listen!" She started. Wednesday really wasn't up for this. Debbie was proving to be a rather stereotypical villain, what with the big speech, as opposed to just killing them. "And so I have to use persuasion...and slides." With that, Debbie started a slideshow. Wednesday could tell that the rest of her family was feeling the same way as she was, every time they interjected their own commentary to Debbie's story of her "tragic" childhood and marriages.

It was around the time Debbie was telling the story of her brief marriage to a toy mogul, and how she'd hanged him with a jumprope, that Wednesday and Pugsley noticed the absence of their baby sister. They were grateful that Debbie had chosen to leave Cassandra out of this(or at least Wednesday was), but they figured that Debbie had seen her blonde hair and dimples transformation that their mother had described in her letter, and figured she was no longer a threat. Finally, Debbie got to a picture of Uncle Fester on a riding lawn mower giving the camera a big smile, which caused everyone to feel sympathy for the poor man.

"My latest husband. My late husband," Debbie lost all affection in her voice, "Fester."

"The fool." Uncle Fester admitted in despair.

"The corpse." Debbie spat. "And his adorable family." She took a few steps towards the chairs. "You took me in, you accepted me." She started, "But did any of you LOVE me? Really love me?" In response to Debbie's melodramatic question, Gomez called to his family,

"Hands?" Everybody looked down at their tightly bound wrists in a perfect display of how they felt about Debbie Jellinsky Addams.

"So, I-I killed?" Debbie continued. "So, I maimed? So I destroyed one innocent life after another! Aren't I a human being?! Don't I yearn, and ache, and...shop?" Wednesday, Pugsley, and their father shared the same basic facial expression at this point. "Don't I deserve love...and jewelry?" Morticia was the only person to nod.
And finally, Debbie made her way to the switch. Gomez and Morticia took the remaining moments to bid each other a final farewell.

"Adieu, mon cher."

"Adios, cara mia." The heartbreakingly romantic display from his brother and his wife caused Fester try to reason with his homicidal wife.

"Debbie, let them go. Take me and my money. For what I've done, I deserve to die." But of course, this did not work in the slightest.

"Sorry." Debbie said without remorse. Feeling it was time to get this over with, she chippered up, the madness practically coming out of every pore. "Goodbye everybody! Wish me luck!"
"

Good luck." The family said in unison, and Debbie flipped the switch.

But just then, little dark-haired, pale Cassandra fell through a hole in the ceiling. The baby found two ends of wire, and to Debbie's horror, connected them. The rest of the family were then entertained by the sight of seeing Debbie be electrocuted into nothing but a pile of ash. When it was over, all that was left of Fester's wife was her shoes, and her credit cards. The little girl giggled in delight at her handiwork.

It was my first day back at school. Reviews would be awesome right about now.