Tracking their prey was easy, after collecting the arm of their monster and returning to the school.
Cleaned up and currently making a project out of the fingernails of their prey, Wednesday was sitting in the Jericho coffee shop with Tara and Amber in front of them across the table, their hands currently full with the actual weapon they were using to carve and shape the blade, the mold wasn't finished being cast and the knife bases were still being crafted. It was outreach day, and while the three had assignments, Weems gave them a pass to do a little more searching on their monster. Wednesday wanted to try identifying the scent of the creature, and they had a theory about it that they hoped to solve.
The three stayed in companionable silence, Tara on her phone as Wednesday worked on their gifts for their mates and Amber watched. She wasn't as big on weapons crafting as Wednesday was but imagined them wearing a tank top and working above a hot anvil, swinging a heavy hammer down to shape and mold the metal of the weapon.
Something was so attractive about that.
Amber looked up when she smelled coffee, maintaining eye contact with the nervous barista. He was setting their coffee down on the table, a quad over ice for Wednesday, a vanilla latte, and a black coffee with some milk. Brown, curly hair covered with bloodshot blue eyes. A tray was sitting on the table and he was missing part of his arm, the wound looked new, fresh. It seemed he had to go to the hospital last night since he still had the medical-issued sling.
Wednesday stared at it, looking back at Tyler in slow precise movements. They'd found their monster. They reached over to hold Amber's hand across the table, their nails digging into her skin. The taller goth was quiet, biting her lip and looking down at their held hands. She was bleeding, but that was fine. Wednesday wouldn't mind it.
Tara picked up on the tension, catching the nervous glances the barista kept giving Wednesday.
"What is it Galphin?" Tara patted Wednesday's arm gently, silently reminding them that they simply couldn't attack him outright.
"I was wondering if you wanted to go on a date. Maybe?" Wednesday looked as if they would snap there, and both Tara and Amber moved to grab Galphin before Wednesday could reach him.
"I'm sorry, but we're currently on a date." Tara took the lead, gripping the poor boy's collar with a strength that just wasn't natural. The barista, Tyler was his name apparently, flinched back, fully aware of what could happen if he said the wrong thing.
"Ask something like that to what's ours, and we'll have to talk." Amber squeezed Tyler's fingers, keeping him from trying to push himself away. Wednesday was watching their girlfriends, patient and quiet as they looked toward the counter. They saw the sleazy hair before the scent of ink, watercolors, and chalk tickled their nose, the sweat of the school's resistant tortured artists was absorbent and all encumbering. He walked up to their booth, grabbing Tyler from behind before pulling him away from the table.
"I'm sorry, was he bothering you, Addams?" Wednesday raised an eyebrow, nodding and flicking their hand in a backward motion.
"He was. Thank you, Thorpe, continue working." The artist, Xavier Thorpe, as Tara was fairly sure his name was, was a quiet student, who was rather useless in things aside from painting and making coffee, so he was left alone by their group since he specifically had done everything in his power to avoid the Eldest Addams heir. Even the Thorpe Family knew to never bother Addams, despite knowing them personally.
The three were left alone after that, spending their day sipping coffees, and jesting with each other as they planned out their thoughts. Tara and Amber watched Wednesday shape their gifts, crafting the perfect blades for each of them. After a while, When they heard the music from the courthouse in town, they looked out of the window, each teen holding a mischievous smile on their face. When the statue was unveiled and blown apart, the fire burned it down into copper and brass, causing it to fall in the water beneath it, onto the grass, and catch it on fire, weaving around the crowd of outcasts and normies alike. The commotion was enough to distract everyone in town, even Xavier, who stood outside and stared at the rising flames. They took it as the perfect opportunity to sneak into the back and grab Tyler from where he was unboxing stored items, covering his mouth and dragging him outside. Wednesday was held captive, Tara keeping watch from the sidewalk as Amber broke into a car, hot-wiring it so they could get away.
It went off without problems, Tyler ended up locked in the trunk as the three teenagers sped across the town, each of them laughing in delight over a job well done.