"My little girl..." Morticia's father, Charles said. "You've grown since the last time I saw you."
"Father..." Morticia wondered why he could not remember the visit he payed to her five years ago. She then realized that something must have happened in Hell. Something bad to her dear, sweet father and his memory. So she told him everything all over again. "I'm married now." She said.
"Oh," tears almost came to her father's eyes. "Who walked you down the aisle?"
"No one." Morticia said. "It was either you or no one. I missed you. I have three children."
"What are they're names? Is this man good to you? How old are my grandchildren? What's my son-in-law's name?" The questions flew at her and she answered them the best as she could. She told him how Pugsley was thirteen and making her very proud. Little Wednesday has an obsession with the Bermuda Triangle. And three year old Pubert was looking more and more like an Addams every day. She was the luckiest woman on earth to have a man like Gomez and her family was more than she ever could have hoped for. But they're happy reunion and conversation was cut short by they're cell opening.
"He will see you now." It was number three. And Charles seemed awfully worried about this.
"No, don't take her!" He shouted. "Take me! She's not ready! No one hurts her! No one!" He kept screaming. Morticia's hands were chained and she was confused. Charles pulled and grabbed at her but number three was ten times stronger. She was dragged away and saw her father's face, no more. She was dragged to Satan.
"Ah, here she is now!" Satan exclaimed. From what Morticia could see, he was talking on a large screen with someone. She could not see who. Just then, a fire red blindfold covered her eyes. And she was forced to her knees. She could feel that she was next to Satan and she wondered who one earth he could be talking to. However, Morticia was never one to let curiosity or really anything else for that matter, get the best of her. She kept quiet.
As for Gomez, he was comletely horrified at what he saw. His wife, blindfolded and utterly confused. He almost cried. He did not want to make her worried for he knew if he made one move, she would rip off that blindfold and her heart would begin to crack into and irreparable shatter.
"Oh, come now you can say something to dear old Satan, can't you?" Satan asked, in mock injury. He paused. He then put his hand on Morticia's shoulder. "Or perhaps..." He slowly untied the blindfold as he spoke. "You'd like to speak with your dear wife?" The blindfold was off now. Morticia was a woman who could conceal her emotions and features so well that if she wanted you to believe she was a statue, you would. But when it came to her husband... she burst into tears.
"Cara mia," Gomez put his hand up to the screen.
"Mon cher..." Morticia was in disbelief. "Is it really you?" She was worried this was a trick. After all, this man was the devil, this could all be an illusion.
"Tish, it's me. I promise." He slowly yet silently cried.
"Oh, darling..." Morticia cried. She looked up at Satan. "Why are you doing this to him?" She asked him. Even in a situation in which she may never escape... her family came first.
"Aww... almost as sickening as the Titanic." Satan said. He turned to number three. "Well done three, you are dismissed." Number three exited the room.
"Please, tell me where she is. I'll give you anything you want. Money, diamonds, anything at all." Gomez had never pleaded like this unless it involved Morticia and French. Never had he ever come this close to kneeling infront of another man and begging, like a desperate child.
"In Hell. And no, there's nothing you can give me. All I need is chained up next to me. Your wife is the key to my victory." Satan said.
"What victory?" Morticia asked.
"My victory over the world. You, my dear Tish can change the world! You can kill and hurt and manipulate better than anyone. And do you know why?" Satan asked.
"No and I don't want to." Morticia snapped.
"Stop it." Gomez told Satan.
"Because not only can you hide everything about yourself but... because of your children." Satan told her.
"What?" Morticia asked. "What about them?"
"Leave our children out of this, damn it!" Gomez yelled.
"Well... when you and Gomez had your first child... their fate could have been becoming a perky little flower child or someone like... you. And you broke your destiny, Morticia. You were supposed to be just like me. But instead you have a heart of gold and your soul isn't much better. But the potential for evil, although it will never tempt you, will always be there. Or at least it was until you bound your soul to Gomez. No it is not just an expression. Not when two souls are destined to become one. Anyways, that potential for evil went right into you again. Or rather someone who had your blood... your son. And deep down in the corners of your mind, you are both wondering why he isn't down here. And it's because the evil has been tempting him. That girl and her family work for me. Suzzane's job was to tempt your son. The thirteen mice, Tish... were not something I conjured up. But rather what your son has conjured up. And once you become everything I want you to be... you will kill him. He will come to me and I will train him to be the next Lucifer. You will stay on earth and create destruction as the living, breathing Satan. Your son will take over when it's time for me to burst. In one million years. Because I will have you trained in a matter of weeks, Morticia. And once you are me, you are immortal until you burst. And you burst nine million years from now. Your son wanted you gone. How does it feel realizing that your soul will die knowing your son hated you at the end?"
"You keep my family out of this." Morticia said. "I will never submit to you. And neither will my son. Dow whatever you want with me but I have never been afraid of you and I never will be."
"I swear to God, Lucifer. If you hurt my wife, I'll make sure you burst one million years early." Gomez warned. And he meant every word he said.
"Why don't you and your wife have some alone time?" Satan suggested.
"You trust us?" Gomez and Morticia asked in unison.
"No, but what are you supposed to do about any of this? Despite story books, hate's fire overpowers the water of love. Becuase after a while that water turns to ice. And ice melts when near fire." With these words, Satan left in a cloud of pitch back smoke.
"Tish... I'm so sorry." Gomez cried.
"It's alright, mon cher. I'm not alone." Morticia reassured him.
"Who are you with?" asked Gomez.
"My father. He doesn't remember the last time he saw us. I don't know what happened but he is with me. And he's trying to keep me safe." Morticia told him. "And Gomez... it could be worse."
"What's worse than Hell?" Gomez asked.
"My only Hell would be if I lost you. And I know I never will." Morticia wept. "And tell the children I love them. No matter how I made them feel. And don't breath a word about Pugsley being at fault for this. He would never forgive himself."
"Tish, please. I'm going to find you." Gomez ached for her and for his family.
"No, I'm afriad this is the one place you won't be able to reach. But, if I never see any of the family agian, tell them I love them." She sensed someone was coming. She hoped she hadn't fooled Gomez. "Now, Gomez. I'm going to tell you something very important, last words. Je n'ai pas beaucoup de temps. Ce fet un tour, Je t'aime. Et je sais que vous me trouverez. Je suis arrivé à l'enfer à travers le cimetière. Renseignez-vous sur la place et me trouver. S'il vous plaît." She prayed he was able to process that much French.
"Ovviamente, cara mia." He said. They each had their own fluent language. Italian was Gomez's.
"What did you say?" boomed the voice of Satan as he stormed back in.
"I thought you didn't care." Morticia said.
"Not if you would have spoken English! For Pete's sake, can both of you just speak English?" Satan screamed, ready to tear his hair out.
"Calm down, old man." said Gomez. He had dried his tears and decided it best to pretend to be calm. Now that he knew what Morticia wanted him to do.
"You shut up!" Satan yelled. "Just shut up!" He paused. "Oh, I see what's going on here. You two are planning to trick me, to win. Someway, somehow. You honestly believe you can be with eachother again. Both of you, alive and well. Hmm? Well, if you wanna see eachother that badly, you can see eachother... you can see eachother everyday. Alive for now, but not well. Not ever again!" Little did Gomez know, things were going to get even more painful. Satan used his power to put a knife into his hand. He took it and slowly walked behind Morticia. Assuming he would cut her binds, she remained on her knees and staightened her back. She then realized with one movement the he had cut her back. She bit down on her teeth. He slowly made a gash in her shoulder and the knife dissapeared. She did not cry, the physical pain she did not mind. But Gomez looked as if his world shattered and that, she broke inside for.
"Be strong, mon cher. It doesn't hurt." Morticia said. It stung, but it would heal in time... she prayed. "Is that really all you've got?" she asked Satan.
"Morticia, please." Gomez pleaded. He was a pile of rage and pain and certainly did not want his wife's bravery making it worse.
"I can take it, Gomez." She said.
"Yes," Satan answered. "It is, for now. But Gomez, if you do plan to find her then you are on a time limit. One month, and every day at this time I will call you and your precious Tish will have a new beauty mark. One month is up, and I can mark up that pretty little face of hers. But by that time, she may already be me."
"Wait,-" Gomez was cut off. Satan hung up and the screen dissapeared. Morticia was without her family, but she would get them back... even if it killed her.
French: Je n'ai pas beaucoup de temps. Ce fet un tour, Je t'aime. Et je sais que vous me trouverez. Je suis arrivé à l'enfer à travers le cimetière. Reseignez-vous sur la et me trouver. S'il vous plaît.
meaning: I don't have much time. It was a trick, I love you. And I know you'll find me. I got to Hell through the graveyard. Read up on the place and find me. Please.
Italian: Ovviamente,
meaning: Of course,