The randomly generated prompt for the challenge that inspired this story was "William Tell".
Click. Wednesday pulled the string of her crossbow into place. Loaded it with a bolt. Raised it to her shoulder, and stood facing Pugsley, aiming at the apple on his head, black eyes giving a glare down the sights that would have frozen hell itself.
She squeezed the trigger.
The bolt flew through the air with perfect aim and landed in the centre of the apple. Wednesday loaded another bolt and fired the crossbow again-this time hitting the second apple, in Pugsley's mouth.
Applause and manic laughter sounded from the doorway, and Wednesday glanced in that direction to see Gomez grinning at her, smoking a cigar. She turned towards him-
Raised the crossbow again and fired another bolt. This one sliced through the cigar in his mouth, cutting it neatly in half. The burning end fell onto the wooden floor, smoke rising from it-the fire started to catch-
Gomez stamped out the flame, grabbed two daggers from the wall, threw one, then the other. They spun as they flew through the air. One buried itself in the wall an inch to the left of Wednesday's head, the other an inch to the right.
As Gomez stepped further into the room to retrieve the daggers, Fester charged through the doorway, waving his blunderbuss. "I want to join in!"
Without waiting for a response, he started firing wildly, apparently aiming for the chandelier above Gomez's head. Every ball of lead, lump of rock, and jagged piece of scrap iron he'd loaded it with missed, most hitting the walls or the ceiling, a few hitting one of the portraits (blood dripped from the holes for a few seconds afterwards.). However, a stray piece of metal hit the other chandelier: the one above Fester's own head, sending it crashing down onto him.
The corner of Wednesday's mouth twitched almost imperceptibly upwards as she watched Fester scramble to his feet, picking shards of broken glass out of his coat and eating them. She'd never get tired of playing games with her family.