A/N: The song for this one-shot is called how villains are made by Madalen Duke. The song was recommended to me by BithaBlu on AO3 who has written a rather brilliant Wednesday story called Hyde and Woe Seek.

Enjoy!

Time to put my medal on
Whose blood to spill?
I don't know
Whose side I'm on?

He was awoken by his master through pain.

They called it the unlocking but unlocking something shouldn't have hurt this much, Hyde felt surprisingly strongly about that. Hyde needed a master, true, but why was the torture needed? What kind of species needed a master gained through trauma and pain just to keep their minds?

Hyde only came forward to protect Tyler from the pain, the pain and the trauma of what happened in that cave. He might have only just been unlocked, but he wasn't an idiot. Hyde knew they were one yet seperate, with their own thoughts and feelings though Hyde knew his main purpose was to protect Tyler when he couldn't protect himself.

Yin and Yang. Tyler and Hyde. Each a side of a fucked up coin.

Yet he knew he was more aware of what was happening than Tyler was. Waking up for the first time as the Hyde he'd looked down at the red-headed woman smiling at him. He felt it, the bond connecting him to her, choking his both his freedom and free will. This woman was master.

"There you are, baby." She smiled sweetly and told him, "Listen closely, Tyler honey, mama just needs to test something. I want you to put those claws to good use for me." Her smile turned chilling and she ordered, "Now, hurt yourself."

A Hyde had no choice but to obey his master's wishes.

Two armies are coming at me
Their flags and weapons look the same
One tells the truth, the other's lying
And they're both calling my name

His father didn't notice anything. He never did. Yet somtimes Hyde caught the looks the Sheriff threw him and it made him wonder, did his father see his mother when he looked at them? Bodies were dropping all over Jericho but his father kept silent. Did he keep silent when the same happened to his mom? His mother didn't have a master and thanks to the Outcasts in charge of Nevermore, neither did she have a support network when her own Hyde broke free and started killing.

Hyde had only two objectives, obey his master and protect Tyler.

Hyde was content, he thought uneasily. His master was kind as long as he did what she told him to do and she even let him out to hunt, to kill. Hyde liked the feeling of blood and flesh between his claws as he hunted for her, warm and sticky blood smeared all over his body as he killed his prey. Hyde loved the smell of death, he wished she would let him roll in it.

But.

His master could be cruel too. She hurt him, used him, touched him. Both Hyde and Tyler agreed that they didn't much like that.

Still, his father did not notice.

He never did.

This is how villains are made
This is how villains are made
Ooh, ooh
No one ever starts that way
But this is how villains are made

He liked the girl who smelled faintly of death and decay, he liked her barely restrained violence, her love for the monsters in the world. Hyde thought that she could have accepted him, all of him, when she would finally learn the truth. If only he didn't already have a master. Wednesday Addams could have been a good master, Hyde felt.

So he followed her when she ran into the woods.

When he saw her up against the tree, choking and gasping, the decision was easy.

Without a second thought he exploded out of his human skin and decended on the boy holding his girl up against the tree. Hyde grinned and the delicious fear, the utter terror on the face of the boy and clawed his way through the flesh of his unprotected and soft belly. With his long claws he tore through the fat and muscle and pulled out the squishy organs. Hyde's maw closes around his throat and he ripped, ripped right through the spine and cartilage of the boy's neck.

A last gurgle, and then there was silence.

He looked up from his prey and locked eyes with the girl. Wide black eyes stared back at him, glittering with something Hyde couldn't name.

Heat flashed through him.

He never felt more alive.

Time to put my medal on
Whose neck to cut?
I don't know
Whose side I'm on?

Hyde wasn't let out to hunt often, only when his master needed another body part for her growing collection. But that didn't mean he didn't see what happened when Tyler was in charge. That he didn't feel and experience what Tyler did.

Because he did.

Wednesday Addams was becoming the unknowing center of their world and it conflicted with his need to please his master. The conflict that was brewing in their mind was tearing them apart from the inside out. Hyde needed to obey his master, he couldn't do anything else but Tyler was starting to fight back, unwilling to go along with a plan that would hurt his girl. His other half hated, hated the woman controlling them.

Hyde needed to protect Tyler. He needed to obey his master.

It was coming apparent that he couldn't do both.

He wished he had a choice.

There lies my sanity
There goes my mind, I could not save
I don't trust what I see right in front of me
I don't know who to betray

Tyler managed to make sure the bee boy survived. In a coma and with only a few deep claw marks to tell for the Hyde attack. His master was unhappy, very unhappy at his perceived failure. Chained up against the wall in the basement at the Gates manor, Hyde took over when Tyler finally couldn't take their punishment anymore.

"You've disappointed me, baby." Master said as she lightened the dreaded fire. "I need a monster capable of doing what needs to be done. Are you that monster, honey? Or do I need to find someone else to do the one job I've asked of you."

"Master," Hyde simpered as he knew she expected of him, "Forgive me for my failure. I can do it, master. Give me another chance to prove myself."

He couldn't help but notice how ridiculous it was how much the woman needed her ego stroked. How she continued to feel the need to call herself his 'mama'. It was disgusting. It made him sick. And he was helpless to make her stop.

Such was the bond between master and Hyde.

Here he was, bound in chains, completely at her mercy and yet she still couldn't do any of the work herself. Disappointing really.

She sneered at him and ordered him to shut up and take his claws out of where they were sticking inside his stomach, skin already healing around his claws.

Hyde almost admired his master for her superb torture skills, almost. But she liked to use her orders to command Hyde to hurt himself instead of having a more personal touch. Hyde was pretty sure his carrion girl could do better. She seemed like the type to get up close and personal and creative when torturing someone.

He was sure any pain Wednesday could give him would be exquisite.

Master liked to order him to claw himself up, knowing that the wounds would heal before the sun came up anyway. She also liked to order him to stop breathing time and time again until he almost passed out from the oxygen deprivation. His master really liked to chain his neck to the wall and order him to only use human strenght as she started a fire beneath his feet, giving him the choice between burn blisters or choking when he'd really pissed her off.

All marks gained that night had healed into almost unnoticeably faint scars by the time he needed to meet with Wednesday next morning.

Aah, aah, ooh
This is how villains are made
This is how villains are made
Ooh

Hyde was fully in control now.

"You know, at first I didn't know what was happening. Laurel couldn't keep me in the cave forever so sometimes she had to let me go, after drugging me to forget what happened of course. I would wake up in my room, covered in blood, with no idea what happened to me. But after she unlocked me, after she had complete control, I started to remember everything." He reminiscent with a fond smile.

Wednesday's eyes burned a hole into him and she swallowed. Hyde watched her throat bob and fought the urge to burry his face in her neck and bite down on the place where he saw her pulse race. She smelled delicious, his carrion girl.

Smirking, he continued, "Now I remember the sound of their screams, the panic in their eyes, the smell of a fear so primal I could taste it. And it was delicious. The hunt, the kill, I like it. I need it."

Wednesday shot a look over his shoulder to where he knew his father was watching them. Unfortunately for her, the Sheriff couldn't hear them. Seeing her, standing there at the police station after their little tête-à-tête in the shed, he couldn't resist taunting her, "How does it feel?"

"What does what feel like?" She asked with a quiet tredemption in her voice even as her eyes tried to hurt him with her stare alone. He'd betrayed her, and yet here she was, still so very close to him. Wednesday Addams and her black heart were his.

Careful that his father couldn't see him he told her with a smirk playing around his mouth as he leaned even closer to her, "To lose."

So easily we're persuaded
When the lines are blurred and faded
No one ever starts that way

Hyde couldn't stop his master. Her orders too foolproof for him to warn Wednesday, to help her as Tyler would have wanted him to do had he been able to. To protect Tyler, to obey his master, he left his carrion girl in the crypt, and left Wednesday to her death at the hands of his master and her insane maniac of an ancestor.

He regretted her death, truly. But what choice did he really have?

But when he saw her, alive and well though with a big still dripping bloodstain on her midsection, well, he understood Tyler's joy.

His cockroach indeed.

But this is how villains are made
This is how villains are made

His master was dead.

He'd felt the bond break, felt Laurel Gates influence disappear from his mind.

A fierce grin was threatening to come on his face as he listened to the gossip of the officers sitting in the car with him. Laurel Gates was dead and he had a good idea who dared to kill her.

The multiple bootprints on her, according to the quietly gossiping officers sitting in the back with him, bee sting bloated face were a big clue.

His vicious girl got her revenge in blood.

Escaping the car and binds holding him was easy after the drugs had left his system. As the drugs left his body, Hyde gave Tyler the control back over their body and let him change into the Hyde's body without fight. Tyler, very much done with everything, decided he didn't care one bit about those in the car with him as he sliced throught the startled officers with his claws. Blood sprayed as their screams were cut off.

Punching his arm through the thick glass seperating the back with the driver, he swept his claws through the flesh and bone of the man driving them. Without driver, the armored car crashed against a tree. Tyler quickly ripped open the back doors before turning into his human shape, straight jacket hanging in pieces around his form.

Looking outside, he knew he wasn't far from Jericho.

What he didn't expect was for the pitch black hearse to come around the corner, stopping to park next to him. Tensing, Tyler waited. Then, from inside the hearse he heard a familiar inflectionless voice snap out rather impatiently, "Get in the car."

Tyler grinned and got in the car.

This is how villains are made

A/N: That's it!

Was this dark enough? Did Hyde!Tyler come over right? Let me know, please. This is my first time trying to write something so dark.

I'm not sure I'll continuing writing for this fandom on this site. There are very little people reading it, I believe.

I'll be continuing on AO3 either way.