Screaming into the dark evening forest, Tyler shook in his binds, duct tape, and handcuffs. One would expect the sheriff's son to have handcuffs in his car, so Amber immediately grabbed them when she saw them forcing them around Tyler's struggling arms. The tall Goth scowled at him, hitting him with the car door on the way out. Tyler was thrown on the forest floor, his legs wrapped in duct tape to his knees. Amber stood over him, smiling at him and ruffling his hair, laughing atthe small bloodstream falling down the side of his head. it must be from the car door.
"Quit it Galphin." Amber grabbed a rock, looking at the medium-sized rock. She hummed to herself before forcing the rock into Tyler's mouth, watching as he screamed about his teeth breaking apart. She laughed, a bright grin on her face. She forced the rock down onto his tongue, sliding it down towards his esophagus. For a moment, Tyler thought she would make him swallow it.
"That's enough, my dear. We need him to be able to answer our questions." Pouting, Amber pulled the rock from Tyler's mouth, throwing up and down in a steady grip, catching it each time it came down.
Tara giggled, watching Amber return to their side and glare at Tyler. She was overprotective and it was incredibly sweet.
"Question one, Galphin. What are you?" They didn't move, waiting and watching as Tyler struggled and kicked against the handcuffs on his arms. His foot hitched a tree, cracking against it uncomfortably.
"I'm a normie, I'm nothing like you guys!" Tara frowned, looking at the scowling faces of her killers. She sighed, walking over to Tyler. She considered pulling her gun out but left it hidden in its holster before she truly needed it.
"Liar." Tara imagined Tyler was a sack of potatoes when she kicked him, her boots digging into his abdomen and making him cry out. It was nice to hear, sending a shiver down her spine. She looked back at Amber and Wednesday, feeling rather proud of herself when she saw the both of them grinning maniacally.
"That was perfect Darling, make sure to do it again when he doesn't answer you." Wednesday nodded slightly to their girlfriend, watching the short brunette smile at them. They tilted their head, their chest feeling suddenly warm. Tara had a horrid smile, they would do anything to keep her smiling.
Tyler gasped again when Tara kicked him, Amber chiming in with a cheer, "Let's go, babe!"
"What type of outcast are you?" Wednesday asked it clearly, speaking quietly and still monotone. Even with their delight for Tara learning to be a little tougher with interrogation, their tone didn't indicate a difference.
"I'm a Hyde, OK?! That's what Laurel calls me!" Tyler flinched as Tara raised her foot to kick him again, the young ex-officer laughing to herself. She grinned, a sick sense of humor creeping into her, she looked back at her lovers and felt the rush of adrenaline at the sight of them. Wednesday was crouched on the ground, staring down at Tyler with their arms resting on their knees and Amber was hovering above them, leaning against a tree and flipping a knife between her fingers. She was practiced, the blade twirling in her hand without scratching her. Wednesday glanced up at her, waiting for what was inevitable.
"You're a fucking coward, is what!" The knife was thrown and lodged into the ground right in front of Tyler's face. Wednesday smirked, a devilish tooth-filled expression that made Tara's heart pound in her chest.
"I'm just following orders, Laurel wants them alive!"
"Laurel, are you meaning Laurel Gates of the original Gates mansion?"
Tyler froze, staring at Wednesday in shock. Tara frowned in confusion, watching Amber tilt her head a bit.
"How do you know about that?" Tyler demanded, he started struggling against the cuffs again, his bound feet kicking at his chained wrists. He snarled, the Hyde rippling right underneath his skin.
Silently, Wednesday got up and walked over, setting their hand on Tara's shoulder and gently guiding her away.
"You'll tell me what you know, what her plan is, or I'll make the rest of your days a living hell." They knelt, grabbing Tyler's throat and lifting him close to them. Their smile morphed, fanged as it widened and opened, black smoky and, liquid-like formed pouring from their mouth and eyesockets, past eyes that rolled out of their sockets, across fangs that ground and snapped at the bound Hyde.
"Perhaps let's play a game of chase, How does that sound Galphin?"
"N- No! I don't want to do anything with you!"
Tilting their head in a rather mocking manner, Wednesday chuckled. It was a low laugh, growing manic and powerful, becoming a snarl # they broke through Tyler's binds with ease.
"You get a head start, and if I catch you, you'll answer my questions. If you get to safety, you won't have to answer anything to me. We'll continue as always, barista and customer. Do I make myself clear?"
Tyler nodded, panting as he sat up and stood shakily, looking hesitantly down at Wednesday as they Knelt on the forest's floor. He took off running, desperate as he panted and screamed, trying to get to the safety of the treeline.
The three killers watched quietly, Wednesday resting on the ground as Tara and Amber stood by their hunched form.
"Are you gonna kill him?" Amber asked as she yanked the knife from the dirt, humming appreciatively at the mark she'd made.
"Not yet, I want to see what my wolf will do with such an adversary," Wednesday explained as they stood, pressing a kiss on Tara's hand and Amber's cheek.
They looked toward where Tyler had run off, taking a slow deep breath to appreciate the scent. It reminded them of hunting within the Addams family grounds, lurking in the forest and claiming it as theirs.
"The hunt begins." Tyler would be theirs, theirs to torment, theirs to question, theirs to use to their wolf's favor. She would love breaking him, they were sure.