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The Traumatized Omega

Wednesday has come to Nevermore. There she encounters mystery, murder, and her omega mate. Will she accept her or deny her?

Alex_Gilliam · TV
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10 Chs

Wednesday's Child Is Full Of Woe Pt. 3

Bold and Italics=POV Change

Bold=TV Script

Italics=Thoughts

Wednesday's POV

 I walked out to see my family off, wearing the stupid uniform. At least it's black, my signature color. As I was walking to say bye to my family, I couldn't help but think of my omega mate. What is angering me and my alpha, is the fact that she seems to be blind in one eye, and have scars pretty much all over her face. Someone abused my omega, and I so severely want to hunt them down and make them wish they were never born. Damnit, I thought, why am I worried about her, these emotions are a weakness. As I was thinking this, I finally arrived in front of my family, who was around the family hearse waiting for me.

 "Look at you, my little deathtrap," my family said happily, "seeing you in this uniform brings back so many terrible memories. Doesn't it, Tish?"

 "Yes. Why don't you boys wait in the car," my mother replied looking at me, "Wednesday and I need a moment."

 My father gave me one last hug, then walk to the hearse and got in. Pugsley walks up to me, and hugged me. I didn't hug back.

 "Pugsley, you're soft and weak," I told him, and he stopped hugging me, "you'll never survive without me. I give you two months, tops."

 "I'm gonna miss you, too, sis," he said, then walk to the hearse. My mother walked up to me next, and our conversation went like this.

 "Any plans you have of running away end right now," she told me, "I've alerted all family members to contact me the minute you darken their doorstep. You have nowhere to go."

 "As usual, you underestimate me, Mother," I replied, irritated, "I will escape this educational penitentiary, and you will never hear from me again."

 "You are a brilliant girl, Wednesday, but sometimes you get in your own way," she said with a sigh, "I'm sure you'll grow to love Nevermore, and find it as life-changing as I did."

 I just stare at her as she was talking. I did notice, that she has something in her hands.

 "Oh, I got you a little something, W... M," my mother said holding a necklace, "our initials, it's made of obsidian, which Aztec priests used to conjure visions. It's a symbol of our connection."

 "Which one of your spirits suggested this toe-curling tchotchke," I asked holding the necklace," I'm not you, Mother, I will never fall in love, or be a housewife, or have a family,"

 "I'm told girls your age say hurtful things, and I shouldn't take it to heart," she said.

 "Fortunately, you don't have one," I told her.

 "Finally, a kind word for your mother," she said with a smile, then turned to Lurch, "Lurch, the crystal ball, please."

 Lurch walked up to her and gave my mother a box, which I know has the crystal ball inside of it.

 "We can't talk to you for the first week while you're settling in, so we'll call you next Sunday," she told me, while handing me the box. She then walked to the hearse and got in. I just watched as they leave.

Narrators POV

 We now see Gomez and Morticia, with Morticia with tears in her eyes. Gomez then looks at his wife and saw her tears. He then reaches in his suit jacket to retrieve his handkerchief to hand to her.

 "Don't worry, my love," he says to reassure his wife, "our little scorpion won't be alone."

 He then proceeds to push a button, which sent a hand to land on the ground to scurry back to the school, to keep an eye out for Wednesday.

~Line Break~

 Now we are back where the camper was killed. We then see two people, who seems to be police, looking at the scene, talking.

 "Where's the rest of him," the man asked his colleague.

 "Well, the torso and are are over there, we found a leg by the lake," she replied then pointed at something, " there's an arm in that tree over there, and the rest of the parts are so far unaccounted for. It matches the profile of the other two attacks last week."

 "All right, issue a warning, keep hikers out of the woods," he told her, "don't approve any more campfire permits for the foreseeable future."

 "What do you want me to tell the press," she asks him, which made him turn to her with a frown, "you know they're going to be swarming like mosquitos in July."

 "Tell them the bear is back," he told her.

 "You don't believe that, Sheriff," she replied to him.

 "No, I don't, whatever did this wasn't human," he told her, then pointed in the direction of the school, "look, I know these murders are connected to Nevermore, I just can't prove it yet. So until I can... it's a goddamn bear,"

Wednesday's POV

 I was almost done with dividing Enid's and I's room equally, when she walked in with Y/N. Why was she with her, I thought angrily.

 "What the hell did you do to my room," Enid asked in a raised voice. Y/N looked at both sides, and slowly crept into my side. 

 "Dividing our room equally, it looks like a rainbow vomited on your side," I replied blankly, though I did notice Y/N trying to hold back her laugh. My alpha beamed in joy at getting out omega to laugh.

 "I--," Enid tried to say, before I interrupted her.

 "Silence would be appreciated, this is my writing time," I told them, though my mate perked up at this.

 "Your writing time," Enid asked.

 "I devote an hour a day to my novel, perhaps if you did the same, your vlog might be coherent," I replied, "I've read serial killer diaries with better punctuation."

 "I write in my voice, it's my truth," she told me, and I saw Y/N roll her eyes, she must hear this a lot, "it's what my followers love."

 "Your followers are clearly imbeciles," I told her, "they respond to your stories with insipid little pictures."

 I was walking up to her, trying to intimidate her.

 "Uh, you mean, emojis, it's how people express their feelings," she told me with a frown, "I realized that's a foreign concept to you."

 "When I look at you, the following emojis come to mind," I told her, "rope, shovel, hole."

 I saw in the corner of my eye, my mate was looking at me with a frown on her face. She just shook her head, and walked into Enid's side of the room. This upset me greatly. I decided to ignore this feeling, and walked back to my typewriter.

 "By the way, there are two D's in Addams," I told Enid, "if you're going to gossip about me, at least spell my name correctly."

 After I said that, I heard music coming from her side of the room. This is the most distracting thing I've ever heard. I quickly turned around to see Enid dancing, and Y/N looking at her with wide eye.

 "Turn that off, this is your final warning," I told her, walking over with a purpose to get her to turn off the music.

 "Rawr! Don't mess with me," she told me, with her claws out, "this kitty's got claws, and I'm not afraid to use them."

 Just then the door opens, and in comes a woman carrying a plant.

 "Good evening, girls. Oh, sorry about the mud, I wanted to make sure that Wednesday was settling in," she said, then notice the thick atmosphere, "ah, is this a bad time, I'm Ms. Thornhill, your dorm mom. Apologies, I wasn't here to greet you when you arrived. I trust Enid has given you the old Nevermore welcome,"

 "She's been smothering me with hospitality," I told her, "I hope to return the favor, in her sleep."

 "Well, here's a little welcome gift from my conservatory," she told me, handing me the plant, and I already knew what it was, "I try to match the right flower to each of my girls. When I read you personal statement in you application, I immediately thought of this one,"

 "The Black Dahlia," I said. She looked at me in surprise.

 "Oh, you know it," she asked.

 "Of course, it's named after my favorite unsolved murder," I informed her, "thank you."

 "Okey-dokey, before I leave, I want to go over a few house rules," she told me, "lights off at 10, no loud music, and no boys, ever."

 Well, she wouldn't have to worry about that.

 "What's the story about going into the local town," I asked.

 "Passes to Jericho are a privilege, not a right," she replied, "it's a brisk 25-minute walk, or there's a shuttle on the weekends. The locals are a tad bit wary about Nevermore, so please don't go making any waves, or perpetuating any outcast stereotypes. That means keep your claws to yourself, and no smothering people in their sleep. Are we clear?"

 She looks at us to see if we understand, then she chuckles.

 "Great talk," she then proceeded to walk out of the room. That is when Y/N decided to also leave. I was just watching her leave.

 "I-i-i-i have to g-g-g-go Enid, see you la-la-la-later," she said, and with a wave left closing the door.