21. Dumb Waiter
episode six , quid pro woe
JOSEPHINE MONROE didn't consider herself brave or smart or any of the things she grew up hearing about her brother. She thought she was a stupid little coward who was always just the stupid little sister to her famous brother.
But her uncle always said, 'love makes someone brave'. And she never understood that until now. She was brave and she didn't know it yet until she was face to face with the monster.
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Enid and Wednesday (and Josephine's bag that had a bunch of random stuff in it) tumbled out of the dumb waiter and back down the garage where they saw all of the missing limbs Wednesday had been looking for. Wednesday spotted Josephine's camera and snapped a bunch of pictures of the body parts.
"Come on!" Enid whisper yelled as she got out the basement. She saw Wednesday pick up the rest off the stuff and jump up onto the table and climb out the window. The monster came down after them and they locked the monster inside.
"Are you okay?" Wednesday asked but she needed to know where Josephine was, but as far as she knew, her soulmate was alive.
"Since when do you care?" Enid walked away and Wednesday went and gave Josephine's things to Enid and turned back around. "Wednesday where are you going?"
"We have to for back for Josephine!" Wednesday was running and Enid sighed before running too.
"The monster's back there!" Enid pointed out.
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Enid walked into her dorm and slammed the door, closing it behind her and started packing her things. Not noticing the girlish figure on her roommate's bed. Wednesday came in soon after Enid with an unreadable expression her face. Grief, remorse, maybe?
"Where are you going?" Wednesday asked softly as she closed the door, she too didn't notice the figure on her bed.
"Yoko's room," there was a gagging sound that no one seemed to hear, "Thornhill said I could crash there for a few nights." Enid put the last of her stuff into the pink hockey bag onto her bed.
"There's no need, I spoke with Weems. You, Xavier and," Wednesday seemed to pause, "Josephine won't be punished."
"Am I supposed to thank you?" Enid sucked in a deep breath and turned to look at Wednesday.
"I already apologized, it's over." Thunder clapped.
"Over?" Enid gave almost and laugh and crossed her arms. "Tonight was the icing on the birthday cake you couldn't even be bothered to cut. You'll use anyone to get what you want, even if that man's putting them in danger. Josephine is god knows where, she could even be dead! We could have died tonight because of your stupid obsession." Wednesday just stood there and let Enid talk, because she was right.
"But we didn't, Josephine's alive." Like they knew that, they didn't. "Now I'm one step closer to solving this case. That's one of my priorities."
"I've tired, really, really, really hard to be your friend. Always outputting myself out there. Thought of your feelings, told people, 'I know she gives off serial killer vibes, but she's just shy'. Not to mention Josephine's also been talking about you, to anyone who will listen!"
"I never asked you to do that." Wednesday's face didn't faulted. The figure dispersed from Thing's line of sight, just off the balcony.
"You didn't have to!" Enid screamed, tears falling down her face. "Because that's what friends do." Enid's vice broke a little and she spoke quieter. "They don't have to be asked, and the fact that you don't know that says everything. You want to be alone, Wednesday? Fine. Be alone." Enid grabbed her hockey bag and threw it over her shoulder and left. Leaving Wednesday in solitude.
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Thunder clapped as Wednesday sat against the colorful side of the window. "Goody warned that I was destined to be alone. Maybe it's inevitable. But for the first time in my life, it doesn't feel good." Wednesday felt her eyes brim with tears. She pulled out her phone and saw no texts, not one. None from Josephine, Enid or Eugene. Wednesday put the phone down and pulled out eye music box from the gates mansion.
"There's something else. A gnawing feeling. That death is close at hand. Watching me." Wednesday picked up the music box, man handling it a little bit and a few photos dropped from the bottom. Putting the music box down she e picked up the photos carefully. The pictures were of her playing the cello all those nights ago, her and Josephine at the weather vane, at the mayors office. "But I won't be intimate, and I will never give up. That house. That family. Crackstone. The monster. Somehow, me. We all seem to be connected like a spider's web. And when mayor Walker got too close to the truth, he was silenced. But I won't be."
Wednesday typed at her typewriter furiously. "So whoever is watching me, know this. I will find you." Wednesday typed the words. 'I will find you'.
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A girl walked through the halls, drenched in water and her throat stinging. She knew what would happen, the prophecy for told so, but she wished to delay it longer. Her dreams were haunting her. She had a can of spray paint and a hood over her head. She raised it and started writing her new mysterious message.
DEATH WILL RISE WHEN HE RETURNS
ENEMIES OF HIM BEWARE
OF WHATS TO COME.
She backed away as she heard a noise she kicked the can of spray paint out into the quad for it to get drenched, the finger prints washing off and the color dripping into the soil. The girl turned on her heel and walked out the sight of a boy, Neville who looked around, shrugged before going back into the library. She headed up the stairs and into an old room where a cork board stood with pictures, red string and Josephine's beloved jacket hanging on the door.