Morticia walked into his tomb and looked around. She saw nothing but was a determined woman and stayed. She could sense the resting souls and spirits around her. The air smelled clean but of death. She didn't mind. And then a mouse scurried into a hole and she walked towards it. And then a bigger mouse ran through the hole, only the hole seemed to get bigger. And an even larger mouse, now bigger than a rat scurried through the obviously widening hole. This happened with thirteen mice and each time both the mouse and the hole got bigger. It stopped. Morticia was fascinated if not a bit intimidated. But the hole was all black and slowly became her size, it was a black hole. She had figured they were myths. And it was sucking everything into it, even Balthazar's ashes. She was now afraid. And it took a lot to scare Morticia. She gripped the torch connected to the heavy stone wall however it was no use. And soon everything but the tomb was gone. "Gomez!" She yelled. "Mama, Fester!" No one answered. So, she fought it. The hole attempted to pull her in but she grabbed the sides of the wall in an attempt to stay but the hole would not let her go. And it did, pull her in.
The vortex was unlike anything she had ever seen before. At first it was all black until it turned to the color of fire, it was fire. And she could see barely clothed forms of ghosts that floated around. They pulled and tugged at her however she fought them off. Normally, this would be fun. But she had a feeling what she was being subjected to was not a type of torture that was enjoyable. Becuase the Addams' had always stuck together. They tortured eachother but it was all in fun. They liked it but if anyone else made them bleed, they would attack the one who caused their family pain and make them regret the day they were born. They played fair, they were good, they were accepting but they fought you if you hurt them. And they were not hurt easily. But this, Morticia thought, who ever is doing this to me... Gomez will have their head.
The vortex seemed endless until she was emptied out into a night sky, she fell through the sky and onto the red sand of a beach. And she hit her head on a rock. Everything went black and the last thing she saw was a blonde man.
Morticia awoke on the white tile floor in a white building with many people who looked angry, sad or evil. And there was a black river with a red boat running through the building and the boat acted as a roller coaster cart on some sort of warped, funhouse ride. She was alone and afraid. She saw a bar over in a far corner and dancing black hankercheifs infront. It was horrifiying. Even for her. And all of the sudden, as if the strange new place were attempting to make her blend in, an overwhelming and uncontrollable sadness swept over her. Morticia had never felt such pain. She walked over to the hankercheifs and they had different names on them. There were thirteen. She looked and one name stuck out. Engraved in fire red and shiny in the black fabric was his name... Gomez Addams. She knelt by the hankercheif and it jumped up, she cried into it. She cried as if the small peice of fabric was her husband. And in a way, it was. She was tapped on the shoulder by a child no more than five years of age. He had strawberry blonde hair and fair skin. And his clothing was ripped and tattered. He was miserable. "Miss," he asked. "Why are you crying?"
Morticia could not believe her eyes. She then got an even better look around and was completely disgusted. Children, they send children here? Morticia thought. "Oh, " she let the hankercheif go and stood up. "No reason. Where is your family?" She dried her tears.
"I don't know. I'm scared. Everyone here looks either angry, sad or mean. And I didn't know which one you were. But you look pretty and you have hair kind of like my mommy." The child said. "I'm Emeron."
"Hello," Morticia shook Emeron's hand. "I'm Morticia, Morticia Addams."
"Will you help me find my daddy?" Emeron asked her.
"I'll certainly try, Emeron." She may be dark, morose and morbid but when it came right down to it, Morticia had a heart of gold and one would come to know that if one came to know her.
She walked with Emeron all over that white building and no one knew the kid. He was heartbroken. He missed his mom, his dad and -despite Morticia's dislike for the animal- his dog. Finally, after hours of searching he found someone. A man who appeared to be his father. The man thanked Morticia and took Emeron. Morticia was unsure of her gut feelings at the moment and decided to ignore them. She was extremely confused and decided to walk up to the bar. The bartender had a brain instead of hair and one eye.
However, Morticia wasn't interested in a drink. She looked around at the strange place she had fallen into. She then, despite her impeccable way of hiding her emotions, she threw her head in her hands and for the second time that day... cried. First, silently. And it slowly got louder and no one seemed to notcie, those who did notice didn't care.
At the other side of the room, a certain tall, skinny, blonde haired, blue eyed nice looking man in a white long sleeved button down flannel shirt saw this. He too, was very confused. He did not know where he had gone, one minute he was driving in his car, nearly off a bridge and almost getting into an accident then he was here. His family members must be worried. He recognized the woman sitting at the end of the table, he had carried her into the building, not wanting her to be frightened and alone. He decided to walk over to her. "Pardon me?" He asked her. He assumed she was intoxicated however she was not. From the sad yet elegant way she shook, he could tell she was crying. He sat next to her. "Are you alright?" What kind of sick question was that? No one here was alright.
Morticia looked up. "Who are you?" She asked.
"My name is Kalvin Sarades. And you are?" The blonde man asked.
"I'm Morticia Addams. Do you know where we are?" Morticia asked Kalvin.
"No, I'm sorry. May I be of some assistance?" Kalvin wanted to help Morticia.
"I'm afraid you can't help me." She noticed the bartender. "That bartender looks rather fascinating."
Kalvin decided he liked the woman who, as he took it, saw things a bit differently. And the bartender walked up to Morticia and Kalvin. "Two please." Kalvin said. He turned to face Morticia. "You're very lovely, Mrs. Addams." He doubted this would make the poor lady feel better. He was making such a fool of himself.
"Thank you. And please, call me Morticia." She was very suprised that this Kalvin was treating her with decency. And she decided she had made her first and most likely only friend in this strange, new place.
"As in... mortician? I'm sorry, that was rude. I just had to ask."
Morticia gave a small chuckle. "On the contrary, it was a very kind statement and a respected question. But yes, my father was a mortician and my mother had always adored the name since my father had told her about it. He was sitting in his office one day and it came to him."
"Wow." They're drinks were served. Two bloody marys. Go figure. Kalvin thought. "I'm thirty eight." He said. And now he implied he wanted to know how old she was, he had to stop but he was so happy to finally talk to someone.
"Oh, I'm thirty seven." Morticia said.
"No, for real." Kalvin could not understand that. This woman looked completely striking, he could have sworn she was thirty. Although her style seemed a bit... morbid, it did not take away from her beauty.
"Thirty seven." Morticia was very greatful for the compliment. "I have three children. Pugsley, my oldest, he's thirteen. My second child, Wednesday, she's eleven. And my youngest, Pubert, he's three."
"I could have sworn you were thirty. And I have children too. My oldest, her name is Elizabeth. She's fourteen. My middle child, Brooke is seven and my youngest, Candy was just born. I see your married."
"Yes. My husband, two months older than I am. He's the love of my life. We've been married nineteen years. And not a day goes by that we aren't all over eachother. We're rarely apart. He's the only man who's ever been completely devoted to me. My father died when I was sixteen. My sister tried to kill me five years ago and steal my husband but that's another story." Morticia was getting ahead of herself.
"Tell me more." Kalvin said.
"And well, I speak fluent French. My husband loves it so much, it sets his blood afire." She could still hear him, his voice. See him, all of him. He would want her happy. She gave a light laugh followed by a single tear. "It drives him wild." More tears followed. "God, I miss him. And your wife?"
"We have a very rocky relationship. She threatened to take the girls once. I've always tried to be a good father, Is spend as much time with the girls as I can but work at the office keeps me out late. She's your age. And I miss my family too. I doubt she misses me.
"I'm sure she misses you." Morticia told him. She noticed something was off. And this time her heart kicked in and told her to follow her gut. "Did you notice, it got quieter in here?" She asked Kalvin.
"Yes." He looked around and fully realized that no noise filled the room. Everything was silent.
"Do you think..." Morticia's voice trailed off as she realized everyone and everything froze. "Do you think it's over? If everyone's frozen, we could find a way out of here."
"I'm not sure." He and Morticia got out of the bar and walked close to eachother. "Morticia, look out!" Kalvin screamed. It was too late. They were shot down by one dart each. The world seemed to happen in slow motion. Two men wearing black sacks over their heads with no holes for eyes, a nose or a mouth carried them off, handcuffing them both. And it blurred, finally it turned into nothing as they both became unconcious.