These are ideas I've had about my OC Nathanial O'Killarny who lives behind the Addams Family estate in a small federally owned apartment building. It's WednesdayOC

I've put them in chronological order.

Not all chapters are related- think of them as set in the same universe but not necessarily in a serial format.

The sky swirled, the clouds rumbled, it seemed like the sky itself wanted to devour the earth, its teeth were jagged bolts of lightning, a fierce animal alive with the primal force of Mother Nature.

I was inside my small apartment, provided for me by my estranged parents, living by myself even at the tender age of fifteen. Sure I still loved my parents, but it seemed that, when they had divorced, I always had to choose. I had to choose where to go to school, what to eat, what to take, who to live with.

And so I chose neither, I would live by myself and not hurt anybody but me. I'm not sure you realize how big and lonely an apartment can be for a teenager.

My parents paid for my rent and gave me a weekly allowance for food and such, paid for my tuition at the private school I was forced to attend, and paid extra cash because I was 'special' and I needed 'love and support' that only a few hundred greenbacks could get me.

Pfft. And they wonder why I dressed so weird? I mean, sure I dyed my hair a different color every week and the colors I wore hurt even a blind man sense of style, but it didn't mean I needed therapy, right?

From my apartment window I could see the cemetery of an expansive mansion, tombstones extending from barely fifty feet from my apartment complex (probably the reason the apartments were government owned, no one wanted to have a graveyard for the view) to the shadow of a house miles away. I used to stare at the house and wonder who lived there, if they had kids who would hang out with me, or if they went to my school if they cared if I was white or black, like the private school I went to did.

I heard whispers at school that a family of serial killers lived there, that they practiced dark rituals, and perverted the general rules of society. The Addams Family was a black blot on the spotless record of this no name little town.

For a time I believed in the rumors, I no longer stared out at the house, I shut my blinds and turned to the TV or sawed away on my cello, ignoring the steady ache I had when I came home from school, only to find an empty, silent house.

Then I saw her, the girl in the rain.

It had been an awful day at school; the blonde demons from hell had been more vindictive than usual, breaking into my locker and wrecking it. The teachers of course, ignored it.

As I walked to the bathroom, I glanced out the window…and stopped.

I looked through my window, down at the pale, black braided girl who simply stood at the edge of the cemetery, her face turned upwards toward the downpour, her face relaxed and blank as the drops soaked her through.

Scrambling, I grabbed my rain jacket and umbrella and braved the storm, rain thundering down on my black umbrella, tramping through puddles of mud to get close to the black clad girl.

"Hey!" I yelled, struggling to be heard over the loud crashes of thunder in the distance.

The girl opened her eyes, a look of annoyance replacing the blissful blank expression she'd had on earlier.

"Yes…?" She asked testily, a scowl curling at the corners of her mouth.

"Uh, er….do you want my umbrella? I mean I saw you out here in the rain, so-"

"No, go away."

I scowled before resolutely shoving the umbrella over her head.

"No." I was a little surprised at myself; usually I would just fold and leave. Maybe it was the combined influences of aggression from a crappy day coming to a head, coupled with annoyance with having tramped out into the rain to get soaked for an ungrateful girl.

"Excuse me?" The girl seemed just as surprised as I was. She turned to stare at me; one eyebrow perched over her dark eyes. I could easily read her expression; Use the sense God gave a goldfish and get the heck away from me.

"Just take the damn umbrella." I muttered, shoving the thing into her hands before turning around and walking back to my lonely apartment, cheap hair dye running staining the back of my shirt green.

Over the next few weeks, I looked out of my window everyday for the pale girl, only to be disappointed. Bold, I began to slowly roam the cemetery where I had seen her, no more than fifteen feet in (I was afraid the girl would find me there, what if she lived in the Addams house? Or was an Addams herself? She could have dismembered me or something.) but I did it often enough I had all of the tombstones memorized, from Agony Addams through Zoroaster Addams.

Then, somehow, she managed to sneak up on me when I was doing my customary round of my little section of cemetery.

"What are you doing here?" she asked me, her eyes promising pain. "You're trespassing."

"I'm aware." I muttered, crouching down to read the inscription on one of the dingier tombstones.

"This is the part where you run away screaming." The girl prompted, after a minute of me not moving from my spot.

"Really?" I mumbled, tracing the carved Grim Reaper in the corner of the headstone. "And you have this all scripted out, right?"

"Well, I could always add an act, the one where you get disemboweled and I shove your pathetically dyed red hair onto a pike."

Well, that sealed it. "You must be an Addams."

"Well, seeing as I'm telling you to get lost because you're trespassing, I would have to hazard a guess that yes, I am an Addams. Wednesday Addams."

"Amazing for you." I said, not amused by the sarcastic tone which she used.

"This is the part you tell me your name so I can find out where you live and kill you in your sleep."

"Well, you're just a little freaking ray of sunshine, aren't you?" I had stood up by this point, and was facing her, my hands shoved into my pockets.

Wednesday scowled, her frown throwing shadows over her pale face. "What're you doing here?"

"Looking at graves, obviously." I snorted.

"You have five seconds to explain who you are and why you are in an Addams cemetery or I'll be forced to remove you."

One look at her face had me scrambling to explain, it was that scary. I really must have made her really angry with that 'ray of sunshine' comment.

"M-my names Nathanial O'Killarny, I just like looking at the headstones that's all!" Please don't eat me. I held my hands out in from of me, as if trying to keep her away from me. Hell, I was trying to keep her away from me. "I just like looking at the 'cause of death' inscriptions on your family tombstones, I mean, not to be rude or anything, some of them are particularly gruesome."

"Thank you." Wednesday said, deadpan.

"Uh, okay." I was really confused at this. Wouldn't she be mad I was commenting on the untimely demise of her ancestors?

"Which one's your favorite?"

"Uh, favorite?"

"Personally, mine is Aunt Moria. She was disemboweled and had her entrails burned in front of her while she was still alive."

'Why was she…talking to me? I thought Addams kept to themselves. Secondly, why are we discussing her dead relatives?' "Mine probably is…I don't even who it was the gravestone was too worn to read the name, but they were mummified alive."

"Our twelve times great cousin Ankhmun, he married into the Addams family." Wednesday said, almost conversationally, trailing her thin, pale fingers over the grey marble of one of the gravestones.

"Uh…cool?"

Wednesday raised a dark eyebrow at me, a stark contrast to her translucently pale skin. "My family has, is, and will be many things, but cool is never going to be one of them."

"Uh…okay?" I was not the most socially correct student at my school and no amount of therapy was ever going to change that, but I thought I might have been proficient enough to hold a decent conversation. Obviously not, if the dull, glassy expression that Wednesday wore when I started to speak was any indication. Time for some damage control.

"Hey, uh, I know this sounds weird, but you want to hang out sometime? I mean, you can say no-"

"No." I forged on, glad that the blonde sharks at my school had given me thick skin that allowed me to hide the actual severity of my blush.

"Well, I just have this collection of history books about the Spanish Inquisition and the punishments used in the middle ages that my Dad gave me to one up my mom at Christmas, so if you ever want to see it…." I trailed off, my dark cheeks hot.

"What makes you think I want to read a book on methods of torture?" Wednesday asked her face bland.

I shrugged. "I just thought…well, you are an Addams, I thought you liked that sort of thing? Maybe you've already read most of them, but whatever." I scribbled down my address with a spare pen and pencil I kept for gravestone rubbings in my pocket. "Here, whenever you want to borrow them, just come one and get them."

Wednesday took the paper and gave me an intense look, searching my face. "You know, you possibly just signed your own death warrant."

"You know what, I'll write down a list of people who'd care if I died and get back to you on that." I shot back lamely. "If it exceeds five I get to live…oops, I guess I die than."

"You're not funny." Wednesday shot down my pathetic attempt at self deprecating humor, before turning back toward her house and starting to walk away without another word.

Ah, the start of a wonderful friendship.