The Old Therebefore

episode seven , if you don't woe me by now

WEDNESDAY ADDAMS wasn't one to go to funerals she was invited to. She preferred to crash them but she knew that if Josephine was here; the girl wouldn't have let Wednesday miss it. So she stood in the back with an umbrella over her head, thinking ti herself but not speaking, since it wasn't her place. She wrote in her notebook, a pink one Josephine had given to her as a joke. 'I enjoy funerals. I've been crashing them since I was old enough to read the obituary section. Mayor Walker was murdered, and I know the killer is here. Standing innocently among us plotting their next move, watching everything that Josephine and I do. I know I'm close to the truth, I have all the pieces of the jigsaw. I just need to slot them into place.'

A young girl with dark blue hair, dark skin and brown eyes stood beside Headmistress Weems. She wore all black and golden glasses with 'wings' at the ends, her earrings dangled and she had almost a southern twang fashioned. She was holding a camera, it was blue, white and red; just like Josephine's. It was the make and model, same brand.  It was Josephine's camera.

The girl moved over to where Bianca was standing. 'I must looked past the tears and masks of grief. Until now I may have been out matched and out maneuvered, but the final gambit has yet to be played. The killer will make a mistake, and I'll be ready.' Wednesday watched everyone leave before she saw a figure. She cased after the running man in the hat, closing her y break. He dropped behind her and pulled out a sword from her umbrella and pointed it at him.

"Still as sharp as ever my pig-tailed protégé." The man looked up as Wednesday smiled, a real genuine Wednesday smile.

"Uncle fester!" The man laughed a little bit before giving a cheeky smile. "How long have toy been stalking me?"

"Just blew into tow this morning, and was hit by a wave of nostalgia." Uncle fester put his hat back on and started walking with Wednesday by his die.

"I thought you didn't go to Nevermore?" Wednesday questioned with a raised eyebrow.

"I didn't. Your dad got all the brains but I used to drop in on him. Usually from the feeling with a dagger clutched between my teeth; just to keep him on his toes." Fester shrugged as they stopped walking.

"Of course." Wednesday chimed, nodding along with a grin.

"He filled me in on what's going on. Monsters, murders mayhem, lesbian love stories. What fun! I told him I had a job in Boston, and I'd be checking up on you." Fester thought back to his conversation with his brother, especially about Wednesday girlfriend, Janice? Was it?

"What kind of job?" Wednesday half demanded, half questioned her uncle.

"The kind that means I need somewhere to lay low for a couple days." Wednesday smiled, she knew just the place to be him. She brought him to 'the shack' and Josephine lovingly called it. It was for all the bee gear that Eugene had.

"This place belongs to a friend." Wednesday opened a door and Fester walked in and set his things down, sitting on a hay bale.

"You actually made a friend? That poor kid will be going him in a body bag." Fester commented and Wednesday gave him a peeved look. "Oh!" Fester chucked as he saw some bees. "I like a hide out that comes with snake."

"Those bees are hibernating. They're practically Eugene's children." Fester didn't stop going to eat the bees. "That means do not eat them!" Wednesday snapped, making Fester close the top of the bee hive and spin around. There stared at one another for a solid ten seconds.

"You know, when you give me that death stare of disapproval, you remind me of your mother." Wednesday halted even harder. "Speaking of scary things! You know what kind of monster you're dealing with?"

Josephine smiled at Wednesday and handed her an old textbook that was in French. She pointed out the words 'le monstre aux yeux d'insecte' and smirked. "That is our monster, I believe in English it's called a Hyde?" Josephine signed as Wednesday nodded but didn't fully understand what she was talking about, her book was on her mind.

"I haven't been able to identify it." Wednesday mumbled as she handed Fester a sketch of the monster.

"Ohhhhh, it's called a Hyde." Fester told Wednesday, reminding her of that memory.

I BELIVE IN ENGLISH IT'S CALLED A HYDE?
I BELIVE IN ENGLISH IT'S CALLED A HYDE?
I BELIVE IN ENGLISH IT'S CALLED A HYDE?
I BELIVE IN ENGLISH IT'S CALLED A HYDE?

"As in Jekyll and the Hyde?" Fester nodded. "You've seen one before?" Wednesday gave an interested look and leaned forward.

"Oh yeah. In '83, during my vacation at Zurich Institute for the Criminally Insane. Thats where I got my first lobotomy! But you know lobotomies, they're like tattoos, can't get just one." Fester started to wander from his train of thought as Wednesday stared at him as if she were a freeze dried squirrel.

"Tell me about the Hyde." Wednesday demanded as Fester shrugged.

"Ah, Olga Malacova. Jeez, she had it all." Fester stated off into the distance, as if he was recovering a fond memory. Which he was. "Beauty, brains and a penchant for necrophilia." Wednesday didn't care. "Olga was a concert pianist, until one night she transformed in the middle of a Chopin sonata. Massacred a dozen Audi ace members and three music critics."

"What triggered her? Or did she just change in her own?" Wednesday needed to know more, she craved to know more.

"No idea." That wasn't any help for Wednesday's investigation. If only Josephine was here. "I only saw her in group electroshock therapy."

I BELIVE IN ENGLISH IT'S CALLED A HYDE?
I BELIVE IN ENGLISH IT'S CALLED A HYDE?
I BELIVE IN ENGLISH IT'S CALLED A HYDE?
I BELIVE IN ENGLISH IT'S CALLED A HYDE?

"There's never been any mention of Hyde's in any out cast book, in English." Wednesday mumbled to herself. "And Nevermore is reputed for having the best collection."

"Have you tried Nathaniel Faulkner's diary?" Wednesday turned around and Fester made a 'hmmm' noise as he pointed at his niece. "Before he founded Nevermore, Faulkner traveled the world, cataloging every outcast community."

"How did you know this?" Wednesday inquired.

"You think your parents can't keep their hands off one another now, oy vey."

WEDNESDAY LEANED UP TO JOSEPHINE.
KISSED HER BLOOD SOAKED LIPS.
THEIR WERE LIKE THEY WERE MADE TO MATCH.
JOSEPHINE WRAPPED HER ARMS AROUND WEDNEDAY'S WAIST.

"I showed up unannounced one night in Gomez's dorm room. Let's just say I was interrupting a 'pillow fight'." Wednesday felt disgusted by this piece of information.

"Uncle fester!" He moved. "The diary where is it?"

"In the Nightshade Library."