For You
Chapter 1 : Death
Summary : In the aftermath of a tragic attack that claims the life of her loyal friend Eugene Ottinger, Wednesday Addams is thrust into a journey of grief and revenge.A poignant exploration of love, loss, and the enduring bonds that transcend even death, offering a tender glimpse into the softer side of the enigmatic Wednesday Addams.
Author's notes :The characters are definitely out of characters! Eugene's mother didn't appear when Wednesday visits him in the hospital.
Disclaimer : I do not own Wednesday Series, The Addams Family, or any characters appeared in this story.
Wednesday Addams walked through the cold, dimly lit corridors of Jericho General Hospital, her steps echoing in the silence. The usual air of detachment that clung to her seemed heavier today. Early night before, Eugene Ottinger, her friend, had been brutally attacked by the very monster they were looking for while she went to the Rave'N ball that night.
With every step she took, memories of Eugene's loyalty and peculiar yet endearing quirks replayed in her mind. He was the only one who had shown her unfiltered kindness, an innocence that starkly contrasted with her dark world.
When she reached the infirmary, the scent of antiseptic and the sight of the sterile, white walls made her stomach churn. She hated hospitals—places of false hope and delayed inevitability. But for Eugene, she would endure it.
Wednesday paused at the door to Eugene's room, her pale hand hovering over the handle for a moment longer than usual. She finally pushed it open and stepped inside. The room was dimly lit, the only sound being the faint beep of the heart monitor and the soft whoosh of the ventilator.
Eugene lay in the bed, his small frame almost swallowed by the blankets. His usually vibrant face was pale, marred by bruises and cuts. Machines surrounded him, keeping him tethered to a world that seemed too cruel for someone so gentle.
She put a bottle of honey at the side of his bed. "I harvested hive number three," Wednesday sighed, "the bees miss you, Eugene. We all do," I miss you, she thought internally.
Thing appeared from behind one of monitor device above, Wednesday noticed him, "Thanks for keeping an eye on him. Any updates?" she asked, hoping for any better improvement in Eugene's recovery. Thing shake his entire body, a 'no' answer for Wednesday.
"He didn't deserve this. I should be in that bed." She said as she looked at the unconscious Hummers leader. She glared solemnly to his unmoving form, "Why did you go without me?" she whispered.
She her gaze fixed on his face. "I told you not to get stack the cave alone. Look where your heroism has landed you."
She sat down in the chair beside the bed, her eyes never leaving his face. The rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor was oddly soothing, a stark contrast to the turmoil in her mind. She reached out and gently took Eugene's hand in hers, feeling the coldness of his skin.
"I always thought I was immune to this... feeling," she continued, her voice cracking slightly. "But here you are, proving me wrong. You were the only one who didn't judge me, who accepted me as I am. And I let this happen to you."
As if in response to her plea, Eugene's eyes fluttered open briefly, meeting Wednesday's gaze. A weak, almost imperceptible smile crossed his lips before his eyes closed again. Suddenly, the beeping of the heart monitor became erratic, a harsh, piercing sound that filled the room. Wednesday's heart pounded in her chest as she watched Eugene's face, willing him to hold on. But the machines couldn't fight the inevitable any longer. The beeping stopped, replaced by a continuous, flat tone.
"No!" Wednesday screamed, a raw, guttural sound that echoed through the room. She grabbed Eugene's hand, squeezing it as if she could will life back into him. "Eugene, no! You can't die on me. Not now. Not like this!"
Tears streamed down her cheeks, a rare display of emotion that would have shocked anyone who knew her. She shook Eugene's body gently, her voice breaking as she pleaded, "Wake up, Eugene. Please, wake up."
The door burst open, and nurses rushed in, but Wednesday knew it was too late. The medical staff tried to revive him, but she knew they were only prolonging the inevitable.
There was no response. The reality of the situation crashed down on her like a tidal wave, and Wednesday felt her knees buckle. She sank to the floor, clutching Eugene's cold hand, her body wracked with sobs. The stoic, unflappable Wednesday Addams was gone, replaced by a heartbroken girl who had just lost one of her dearest friends.
The emptiness inside her felt like a gaping void, a wound that would never heal. For Wednesday Addams, a part of her world had died with Eugene Ottinger. After what felt like an eternity, the head nurse turned to her, shaking her head. "I'm sorry."
She stood up, her face a mask of icy resolve. Wednesday nodded curtly, her face betraying no emotion. She walked out of the room, the sterile scent of the infirmary replaced by the damp, musty air of the corridor. Her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions, but one thing was clear: this was not over.
Eugene had been a casualty in a game she hadn't yet won. His death was a stark reminder of the darkness that lurked within, a darkness she was determined to bring into the light.
As she stepped into the cool night air, the moon casting eerie shadows on the grounds, Wednesday made a silent vow. She would find the monster, and she would make them pay. Eugene's death would not be in vain.