I blinked as Wednesday opened the door to her menacing house, its distinct Victorian aura adding to the sense of… disquiet it seemed to radiate. The inside was gloomy, black drapes covered the windows, and the floor was a checkerboard of white and black marble that echoed even my quietest tread tenfold.

"Where is your family?" I wondered aloud, gaping at the huge Entrance hall.

"My parents are on their fifty second honeymoon," Wednesday said dryly. "Pubert and Pugsley are off with Uncle Fester and Grandmama is blowing up the local government buildings." Wednesday smirked at my confused expression before handing her coat off to a stoic manservant who resembled Frankenstein's monster. "Here, give your multicolored monstrosity of a coat to Lurch."

"Alright." I mumbled, handing over my neon blue and green sweatshirt to the pale black haired giant. As Lurch lumbered away, I was quickly distracted. "Wow…" I breathed, staring up at the high ceiling; the dusty chandelier was lit, not with electricity, but with hundreds of black candles. "Do use electricity?"

"Yes." Wednesday's answer was short and to the point as she led the way across the hall, directly up the grand marble staircase with polished ebony balustrades. To the left, I could see the hall splitting into other hallways, leading to the Addams family rooms, I supposed. To the right, I could see only two rooms, both with a large KEEP OUT sign hammered into it.

Wednesday went right.

"Uh, Wednesday, don't those doors say KEEP OUT?" I asked hesitantly, nervously running my hands through my hair that I had dyed bright neon yellow. "I mean, I don't know about you, but I'm pretty sure anything dangerous enough for the Addams to keep out is fatal to a mere mortal such as myself."

Wednesday turned back, a half amused smirk adorning her face. "Those are my rooms."

"That's supposed to make me feel better?" I mumbled, the irony not lost on me in my embarrassment.

Wednesday opened the first room and gestured for me to go forward. I didn't know what I was expecting, certainly not pink and flowers, but maybe something…more? Really the only thing she had in this room was a metal table and the scent of formaldhyde

"Seriously Wednesday?" I laughed as I laid my palms on the smooth metal of the dissection table. "Please tell me you don't sleep on this, or do you rent a coffin for the night?" I turned back, smilng,only to be met with a sharp pain in my neck. I reached and touched cool glass. A syringe.

"Wed-Wednesday?" I mumbled, my brow contracted into a grimace of concentration as my brain struggled to keep up with the drugs rushing to my brain.

"I was jus' jokin'."I slurred as I tumbled to the ground and my eyesight blurred, I could barely make out the black and white form of Wednesday above me, surgeons mask covering her mouth. 'What…?' I struggled to make sense of the spinning images, the intensified smells. I was only vaguely aware of a oxygen mask placed over my nose and mouth before I had already taken a few breaths.

Sleep. I thought I heard Wednesday's voice in my head.

Then darkness descended.

-

I woke up in my bed. Blinking drowsily, I made a face at the disgusting, foreign taste in my mouth before sleepily sitting up. I was on my small couch, dressed in my pajama bottoms (I noted I was wearing a pair I hadn't worn in years) my head comfortably nestled in the crook of the leather sofa. I yawned and stretched…only to be stopped when I felt a slight pulling at my skin, distracting me from moving my cramped I looked down…and froze.

Stretching from my belly button and curving all the way around to my lower back, as a thick row of black stitches, the thread perfectly symmetrical as though done by a master surgeon.

Or mistress.

I nearly started hyperventilating as all the memories of yesterday-today?-came flooding back in, the mask, the drugs, the scalpel, everything.

"What- What did Wednesday do to me?" I whispered as I tentatively ran my fingers along the stitches, my skin erupting in goose bumps where my finger trailed. I felt no pain. I had a sudden image of the movie Alien. What if Wednesday put something in me, which would eventually mature and rip its way out of my chest while I writhed and screamed? Or worse, what if she had implanted a bomb in my gut, and it was even now ticking its way down to my oblivion?

I was on the edge of hysteria.

Without bothering to put on a shirt or wear slippers, I tore out my front door, and out to my back yard. I quickly hopped the fence and flat out sprinted a mile filled with gravestones and headstones to the Addams Family house.

Frantic, I buzzed the doorbell ignored the slightly unnerving scream and hopped nervously from foot to foot, cradling my stitched side.

The door swung in and I was met with a solid wall of tuxedo. Craning my neck back, I saw that it was Lurch, the slightly creepy butler from my first visit.

"You screamed?" Lurch moaned (in a distinctly monster-y, beastly macho kind of way).

"Is Wednesday here?" Lurch nodded slowly and stepped back to allow me in. "Are the rest of the Addams family here?" I asked. I wasn't going to face Wednesday if she had the considerable talents of her probably creepier, powerful family behind her.

She was bad enough by herself.

"Oh, back again already?"

The monotone, dull, totally unaffected voice raised the hair on my neck, which made my cheeks flush red. I had forgotten my shirt, so she was probably taking pleasure in my reaction, from my neck to my ears.

"Um, I think you might have taken something that belonged to me." I said, gesturing at my stitched side.

"It didn't have your name on it." Wednesday retorted crossing her arms and attempting to stare me down.

Not this time.

"Considering it was in my body, I'd thought I was safe in assuming people wouldn't cut you open and…plant a bomb or something, in someone's liver!"

Wednesday looked insulted. "A bomb? That's so unsubtle. I prefer poison, arsenic, actually, but anyway, I didn't put anything into you."

I heard her murmur something under her breath and narrowed my eyes at the two words 'not' and 'yet', which worried me quite a lot. Then it caught in my brain. "Not...anything…into…me?" Dreadful realization dawned.

Good lord, she had taken something out.

"How much time do I have?" I asked fearfully, placing my hand over my stomach.

"Fifty years, if you don't die from over-exposure to neon." Wednesday grumbled.

"What…what did you do?" I asked, my brown eyes wide as I peered down at my stitches, believing that perhaps my stomach looked a little smaller.

"You are now the proud owner of only a singly kidney." Wednesday said before shoving me out the door and shutting it in my face.