Wednesday's POV
*HOURS BEFORE STORMING THEIR ROOM*
Wednesday had had to hand it to Enid. She was utterly impressed at how long their dance had survived without the wolf hunting her down and cornering her in a sore attempt to make her speak. All the while knowing damn well she'd never break; an Addams never did. Yet simultaneously just the thought of it sent shivers racing down her spine. The flush image of a growling, seething Enid chasing her down wrecked right through her faltering desires to stay away. How her claws would slice right through the nippy air as she stormed her way across the quad, her Addams pursuit slowly closing in and coming to an end. Oh how amusing that'd be, she thought, her eyes widening in excitement. Yet, they'd both know that her killer instincts were far superior to such feeble attempts from the wolf. After all, she was the only reason their little game of cat and mouse had endured this long. But that is how it must be in a game of such high stakes.
Nevertheless, she failed to rid them of all contact, no matter how much she had tried. They currently shared multiple classes and a room after all. Yet even within Wednesday's very limited exposure to the ray of sunshine, she wasn't blind to her imperatively growing frustration with the young Addams. It hung over her normally cheery roommate like a raging storm cloud, following her everywhere. Pouring down and sending her barking out at those unfortunate few who dared to linger near. Nor was Wednesday deaf to the wolf's meager, puppy-like whimpers as she'd slip through the minor cracks in their door in the wee hours of night and day alike. At first, she had assumed she was finally reaching a deranged, exhaustion-ridden state. One in which had hallucinated her into a tortuous loop and induced her to the imaginary sounds, but there was no such luck. The at-first barely audible noises festered, growing with every passing encounter. Soon becoming unbearable as they became louder, more frequent, and even repetitive. Each one feeding the delirium until she just couldn't handle it. So, she would simply, and effectively, diminish any and all chances of them. Squash them where they started.
Or so she thought.
She had immediately devised her plan; one in which cut her room time in half and left her showing up for the bare minimum of sleep before ducking out. Failed. She barely made it through the door before the ineluctable sounds sent her cruising for the bee shack. She even stayed up for a very disappointing 103 and a half hours just to stay away before caving. The exhaustion sent her smashing through their door in between classes for a "catnap", as Enid would say. Her body was knocked out the moment her head hit the pillow, braids and all. Big mistake, her "catnap" left her incapacitated clean into the next morning. Which in hindsight, she realized, may have incubated the issue instead of slaughtering it per se. So much so that the moment the gothic had awoken in the rising morning sun the wolf had let out an unabashed slew of rumbling whimpers, not even bothering to cover her mouth in spurious embarrassment. Each one slamming home in her chest, wrecking against her ribcage and quickening her pace. Her heart jumpstarted as they chiseled at her walls, sending her nearly sprinting away through the corridors as if distance could weaken the hold the intoxicating sounds had held over her.
How sorely mistaken she had been.
Now even hours later, she was held captive to the calamitous whimpers. Hearing them stuck on repeat as she tried and failed at disassociating through another Enid-filled Botany class. She truly couldn't decide which sounds were worse, ones of her horrid inevitable death by Hyde or the chokings of dismay that her own callous hands had delivered.
"You know what they say," Xavier started, leaning closely into her personal space and waving his hand to bring his rotting apple drawing to life. Its lifecycle slowly began playing out in reverse as its skin eerily unshriveled. "An apple a day-"
"If poisoned or thrown hard enough keeps anyone anyway." She curtly cut him off, finishing with a pointed look and slapping down upon the apple before it could even beg to live again.
His uncomfortable nod paired with a gulp rang out like victory bells as she turned back towards the red-headed professor, ignoring the side glances he continuously threw her way. This class was already dragging on enough with her body's infuriatingly constant drawl to turn around and wisp Enid away from her pesky vampire partner. Now to top it off a forced partnership with an ADHD-ridden boy prone to unnecessary conversation and she was sure to gouge her eyes out with her pencil by the end of the period.
As time passed she tried and failed time after time to pay attention to the carnivorous plants' lesson at hand and not the light huffs escaping a particular plump pair of pink lips behind. Tactlessly her brain disobeyed, launching into daydreams of all the ways to silence them herself. Oh, how fun that'd be, she thought noticing how there was an endless cycle of possibilities as her daydreams trudged wondering just how cheerful the blonde would remain during a tortuous hold-up. Her mind ultimately moving on to fantasize about a much simpler solution. Of how she'd confidently stride right over there, brushing past the pesky vampire and straight up to Enid's huffing lips and shushing them with a crashing pair of her own, not giving a damn in the world about their classroom-sized audience or repercussions. For she would gladly endure all that came with claiming what was hers, flaunting her mon chéri for the whole universe to gaze upon in envy.
But she could not because this was not a fantasy. This was the real world and Enid was not hers to claim. The thought burned its way through her as she wished it wasn't so, stewing silently as she stared at the darkly shaded plant in Thornhill's gloved hands. Wednesday had, thanks to her mother, thoroughly known of every discovered and even remotely rumored carnivorous plant in the world. Yet, at this moment, she would fail if asked to mutter of a single one when the slightest of whimpers sounded out as if whispered right against the shell of her ear. Reminding her of the death grip even the utmost minuscule whimper held onto her as she felt their owner's radiant eyes burning into the back of her head.
Oh, how the devil must curse her name.
"So Weds -" Xavier started, breaking the trance the wolf held over her.
"Don't ever call me that again if you'd like your limbs to remain intact." She cut him off flatly turning to stare into his soul, they both knew it wasn't an empty threat.
"Urm… right." He muttered reaching up slowly to rub his chin as he met her gaze weakly. His boyish antics returning tenfolds as he failed to hold her eye as his bony hand faltered into the space between them.
What was he doing? She aggressively questioned with a raised eyebrow as she searched his face for any sign that he was brain dead. All of which he proved as he sorely misinterpreted it as a signal to continue. He must have a death wish, she decided as his hand crossed over their imaginary threshold and into her personal space. He knew the consequences, everyone did. Just as his hand painstakingly slowly reached for her, the air crackled out. Thickening with a low-threatening rumbling from behind, looming in their ears like a symphony. A sound so banefully beautiful she longed to bottle it, preserving it for her ears and her ears only. Though fateful it was forced to the back burner as her attention was yanked back to the present by the boy's clammy hand's continuous advancement, carefully calculating his oncoming attack. She knew she could just as easily counterattack, smacking it away before it even had a fleeting chance. Ending his misery and suffering for the greater good, but ultimately putting an end to the wolf's riveting rumbling her body vitally craved. She couldn't bring herself to do it. So she painstakingly watched on as the nimble digits reached out, pulling the wisps of her dark locks not caught between the braids within their own. Idiot.
Snap.
Sounded out, bringing the world to a slamming stop as the rumbling grew to a roar, thundering out around them as the snapped item was slammed down onto the lab table just behind their own.
"Enid, what the f-" Yoko harshly whispered.
Ear-piercing screeches cut her off, overtaking the room as the growls continually grew both in urgency and proximity. Pulling her darkening eyes to the side as her hand concurrently whipped up snatching the psychic's in its firm grasp. Trapping it as her heart rasped on in anticipation, pounding deep in her chest, ringing out in its craving to hear more of the delicious sounds as they came her way. And oh how the gods answered their prayers. She couldn't tear her eyes away as the snarls demanded her undivided attention, forcing her to onlook as the blonde stormed by. Her aura dripping with malice as swept through without as much of a glance Wednesday's way. The downright defiance tugged at her upper lip, threatening to pull the rarest of smiles from the goth. She overlooked as the wolf growled out something to the normie professor, causing her to downright shiver, before furiously slamming through the door in retreat.
Oh, this game is not over little mouse.
Whirling around, she finished delivering her lashes by slamming the pale phalanges into the black tabletop below with a vociferous thud. Pulling the puniest of cries from Xavier as he ripped it away, coddling it pathetically with his lap. His misty eyes ever so slowly searched out her own, meeting them in bewilderment.
"Well," She started, efficiently collecting her things and jumping to her feet. "Now that we've learned our lesson on putting our grimy hands in places they don't belong, please excuse me as I have more important things to attend to." She finished, striding away without a second thought leaving absolutely no room for a response as she moved toward the front of the classroom.
She racked her brain for a proper excuse in the fleeting moments, ultimately falling short and deciding on nothing as she reached the redhead. But much to her surprise, the teacher read on pausing just briefly to meet the younger girl's dark eyes with a knowing nod before launching on about the poisonous effects of some insects on the plants. For once, she deeply appreciated the normie's nosy ways, it had finally paid off.
Silently gliding through the nearly empty campus her body shook in anticipation as she reared closer to their shared room and what she may or may not find there. Was it finally happening? Was Enid shifting? She wondered as the rumbling growls replayed in her head, calling to her, and reverberating through her every being as she impatiently rounded the dark corridor just outside their room. She despised the unwarranted chokehold the wolf's primal sounds held over her, how not how or why they spoke to her on a molecular level, sending her begging to hear more. Yet all the while simultaneously admiring the mere speculation that they were orchestrated purely for her. Her breath quickened as she neared, pulling her to collect herself before glancing up. Shock flooded her as the normally stained black door gaped wide open back at her, baring the two-toned window for all to see. Was Enid still in there? Oh, she better be because who in their right mind would leave their door open to the unforgiving world? Though, not a soul who wished to remain amongst the living would dare to enter the Addam's residence, let alone swipe anything from it.
"Enid, if you think I am going to miss out on witnessing you transform for the first time you are sorely forsaken." She boomed out as she entered, commanding their shared space and closing the old rickety door, enclosing them within.
As the lock clicked home, her ever-racing heart sped onward toward insanity. It's complete disregard for her authority pestering her yet again. Because truly if Enid was transforming the fewer peering imbeciles the better, that is all. Besides whom better to handle an erratic wolf than her? The thought nearly made her smile in delight at what possibilities it held as she turned on her heels. Swiveling around for her eyes to travel across the room. First, taking in Thing's panicked frozen state on the floor signaling something was wrong; very, very wrong. The cautious vibe froze her on the spot as she took in the scene just above. Her heart nearly halted to a dead stop at the breathtaking view of the heaving wolf from afar. She laid face down, blonde locks askew across pink nauseating bedding as rainbowed claws extended deep into the feathery mattress. Their ends protruded just barely from the bed's edge, cutting clean through. She doubted her roommate had even noticed.
She stared at the sharp enticing claws transfixed by just how effortlessly they had slid through the mattress, at how easily they could slide through her flesh and bone. Infatuated by how genuinely unbothersome it would be for Enid to easily end someone, stealing their final breath like it was light work. The idea sent spiders trembling down her spine.
Shaking the invasive visions she hesitantly stepped forward. Slowly, pausing between each step as if waiting for Enid to oblige or just slice right through her. Neither happened as she came up behind Thing, idling and leaving a few paces between themselves and the deteriorating bed. Cursing herself for being unsure of what to say or do. She was never good in these situations.
"I'm not changing. Now go away!" Enid barked out, her normal higher-pitched cheerfulness now deep, clipped with her wolfly grit. The tone held her captive, practically pressing a dagger upon her throat as she went rigid at the boldness. How dare she.
"I will do no such thing, mutt. Now tell me why you lied to Thornhill about your whereabouts if you're not changing." She retorted, refusing to back down to such a puny souris.
"Ughhhh" Grumbled out as the blonde dramatically pushed her face desperately further into her pillow, seemingly trying to suffocate herself. Even death won't get you out of this, Sinclair. She chastised internally until, "It's none of your business, Wednesday." rang out. Nearly choking her on her own breath and thoughts as she scoffed out at the stupid dog's antics.
"Since when are you not my business, Enid?" She sarcastically bit back, her eyes burning holes into the back of the blonde's temple.
But not for long.
"Since always Wednesday!" The taller girl snapped, vociferously ripping her claws clean through the side of her mattress as she swung around to stare daggers into the shorter girl. Her blue eyes flashed out in warning as she fumingly finished, "I'm not your property!"
Of course, you're not. She scorned internally, slightly flinching at the animus tone Enid's words carried. How could she think, let alone say, such a pompous thing? She questioned, feeling her gaze harden and walls climb as she held the unfaltering azure orbs.
"Listen, I don't -" Wednesday started, never to finish.
"You know what?" Enid chuckled, cutting her off and flinging herself off the bed, whipping around to tower over the girl. "I can't do this! Have a good one, Wednesday." She growled out, storming past Wednesday and Thing alike and right out of the bedroom. Wednesday knew Enid was absolutely livid and just snapping out of an ill-thought-out reaction. She understood that the wolf's emotions were high and it was her own doing. But that didn't stop her. She reared on her heels, sprinting after the other girl. Who does think she is? Does she truly think she'd let her get off ending it like this? She fumed, continuing on as she chased the raging huffs that rang out just ahead echoing in the corridors around them.
"Enid." She muttered, hating how her tone pleaded more than demanded like she had wanted. "Come on, wait up."
She pushed on accepting her failed attempt and followed Enid out into the now-filled quad. There was no reason for pleading anymore, she wouldn't be able to hear her. Picking up the pace she kept her eyes locked onto the blonde as she navigated forcefully a few yards ahead. The masses parting ways at her sheer vibe, warranting that nobody wanted to be on the receiving end of a pissed-off Enid Sinclair or Wednesday. Caught up in thought, she failed to realize Xavier's approaching onslaught until it was too late. His lanky body clashed with hers, cutting her off and causing her to stumble forward. Fucking Xavier.
"Wow, watch where you're going, Addams." He chuckled, lightly rubbing where her shoulder had collided against his arm.
"You watch it." She barked out, reverting back to her mission and scanning the rest of the quad for her mouse. Her eyes blurred by gorgons, Bianca, and vamps alike. Not truly seeing any of them until her eyes settled on her target, locking on. But she was too late. She watched as Enid stormed up, harshly grasping Yoko's bicep, and yanked her along. Ignoring the pale-faced girl's yelps as her blue eyes shot up immediately meeting Wednesday's own. Her breath harshly sucked in, unable to take another breath as she held her own. She was certain the wolf was challenging her as Wednesday's eyebrows furrowed in disapproval. She briefly glanced at Yoko before returning her gaze, never faltering once as she meant the challenging stare, letting her know just how much she was not happy with it, and that this was not over. But the once soft blue orbs just hardened, pulling away as she pulled Yoko along to their retreat towards the one place Wednesday could not follow.
The woods.