Chapter 1
The sirens grow closer, and Enid knows she either has to catch this guy soon, or she’ll have to leave to ensure her own safety and keep her identity protected.
She flings a web at the nearest building and, with a running start, jumps, propelling herself much faster toward Hyde- some guy named Tyler who went to prison after snapping and killing several people.
The nickname comes from said sudden snap. Apparently, he’s a regular sweetheart until he flips like Dr. Jekyll and Hyde and goes off on a killing spree.
Enid’s feet connect with his back, sending him sprawling out on the street on his stomach. She lets go of the web and lunges for him, not expecting him to be so quick to his feet.
She doesn’t bother lunging for him again, merely shoots webs over his face, hands, and feet- incapacitating him.
Well, what was an attempt to do so.
A low growl sounds from him and Enid doesn’t hesitate as she starts shooting more webs, trying to keep him distracted with each shot to the face.
He continues advancing much to her shock and she gets a running start as she shoots a web at a building, swinging into him once more with her legs.
He goes flying back, but not without grabbing onto her leg first, consequently taking her with him.
She groans as she stands again, clutching her ribs on her right side after having smacked them against the curb.
Glancing over, she can now see the police cars, flying down the street before skidding to a stop as the police officers climb out of their vehicles with their guns raised.
She feels a tingling burn in the back of her mind and just narrowly dodges a swing from Hyde.
Staying crouched, she delivers a punch to his stomach before narrowly missing another grab from him in a back handspring.
The police are calling out, shouting demands for her to move, for him to turn himself in, but Enid ignores all of it as they engage in hand to hand combat.
Suddenly, there’s a flash to their left, and Hyde stops, his grip around Enid’s throat just barely loosening as he glances over, seemingly disoriented.
Enid lifts her legs, kicking off his chest, and out of his hold as she flips and lands on her feet. Only then does she look over to the origin of the flash.
A girl- well, woman more like- holding up a camera, her dark hair framing her narrow and ethereal face in billowing waves to her waist.
The other’s eyes fix on her for a moment, regarding her with a blank expression, and for some reason, it only serves to make Enid’s heart beat faster.
She’s so locked on to the woman in front of her that she doesn’t even recognize that Hyde is no longer concerned with her, but now targeting the angel with the camera.
Not until the girl's eyes flick over and widen.
Enid turns and lunges for him, grappling onto his back and wrapping her arms around his neck as she puts him in a headlock, her legs wrap tightly around his waist.
Hyde doesn’t seem to even try to fight her off, still just walking over to the other while gasping for breath.
“Run!” Enid shouts at the girl, wondering why the hell she hasn’t left yet.
The other doesn’t move for another moment before bringing her camera up and snapping another photo before running off.
The flash seems to have an effect on Hyde for some reason, because he makes a choked growling sound before running after her.
Enid tightens her hold around his neck, trying to knock him out before he can reach her.
Bullets suddenly start whizzing by the closer they get to the police blockade.
Even then it isn’t until Hyde gets hit in the gut that he pauses. Her calf burns where the bullet grazed her before lodging into him.
Slowly, yet also so fast, Hyde drops to his knees, gasping for breath. Enid doesn’t relent until after he’s unconscious and laying on the cement.
The cops shout for her, telling her to stop as she runs away, but she doesn’t. She ducks into an alleyway before swinging up onto a rooftop and collapsing, heaving in breaths as she tugs off her mask and looks at the bloody rip on her suit at her calf.
Groaning, she falls back against the hard concrete, letting herself rest a moment, catch her breath before she leaves and returns-
“Shit!” she curses, standing and jumping off the rooftop, realizing that she’s going to be late for her college orientation.
She gets back to the dorms in record speed, dodging all the high traffic areas as she swings to the backside of the building, blocked from view from the extensive forest.
She climbs up the wall, staying away from any windows before finding the one she marked with a sticker.
Pushing it open, she jumps in, climbing into her room before tugging her mask off again, tossing it into her closet as she stumbles around her room to tug down the suit.
Once it’s off she applies a hefty amount of deodorant before tugging on some actual clothes- simple blue jeans and a light pink sweater.
As she barrels out of her dorm, trying to fix her crazed hair, she runs right into someone.
Reaching a hand out, she catches them by the collar, keeping them barely held off the ground.
Her eyes widen as she’s met with the same dark-haired girl from earlier. Her hands are both wrapped around Enid’s wrist, trying to keep herself up, her camera hanging around her neck, dangling to the floor.
God, she’s even more beautiful up close, Enid thinks, her eyes roaming over her face and features, down to the dark academia-vibe of clothes she’s wearing.
“Are you going to help me up or just keep me hovering?”
Enid’s eyes widen, hearing the girl’s tone and drawl. Her eyes flicking back up to hers as her mouth drops open on a simple, “Oh.”
“Oh,” Enid repeats after a moment, quickly pulling the girl to her feet.
“Sorry about that,” she apologizes, letting her hand fall back to her side.
The other girl hums as she smoothes out the wrinkles Enid’s grip left on the front of her blouse.
“Why were you standing out here anyways?” Enid asks after an awkward moment.
The girl finally glances back up through her dark lashes, before regarding her full on with a raised brow.
“Were you not told? We’re roommates.”
“Roommates?” Enid echos, already sweating and freaking out.
“No, that- that’s impossible. Are you sure you’re at the right room? I- this is solely my dorm,” she continues. She purposely signed up for a single dorm so she wouldn’t have to worry about another finding her suit or finding her crawling in through the window.
The dark-haired girl merely huffs a breath and pulls out a folded piece of paper from a pocket in her camera holder, passing it over to Enid.
The latter reads over it, and sure enough, the room assigned to-
“Wednesday? Your name is a day of the week?” she asks, looking over at her from above the paper.
Wednesday rolls her eyes and says, “Unless you have another concept of days, yes. How observant of you.”
The cold tone should be off-putting, should make Enid want to hate her and stay away from her blatantly obvious negative energy.
However, there’s something about her that just pulls her in, and each little quip and cold remark makes her that much more interested.
Enid laughs before folding the paper and handing it back over to her.
“Let me guess, your middle name is Friday?”
Wednesday hums with a clipped nod, taking the paper and tucking it back into the pocket she pulled it from.
“I- I can’t tell if you’re being serious or not,” Enid says, her eyes narrowing at the completely serious look on Wednesday’s face.
“I’m completely serious. My full name is Wednesday Friday Addams. Though I don’t approve of my mother’s choices, it does make for a good sign off and easily memorable name,” Wednesday says.
All previous thoughts and concerns have completely left her head as she looks down at the girl in front of her, more engrossed in this conversation than she’s been in any other for months.
“You don’t need a memorable name when you’ve got a memorable face,” she says smiling, flirting.
Wednesday is either completely oblivious to it or doesn’t care enough to react because she continues looking up at her with that blank expression as she says, “Names are what stick in history. Not faces.”
Enid’s brows furrow in curiosity at the girl in front of her.
“You want to stick in history ?”
“Indubitably.”
“You’re strange.”
“As are you, but I didn’t draw attention to the obvious,” Wednesday counters with another raised brow.
Enid can’t help but bark out another laugh.
“Sorry. I’m Enid. Enid Sinclair,” she says, holding out her hand, watching as Wednesday merely looks down at it before disregarding it.
“You certainly are,” Wednesday says, giving her a cursory look over before walking around her and into the room. Enid smiles, wanting to ask what that means. She knows she’ll probably get some intellectual response.
Who knew extensive vocabulary was hot?
Suddenly, Enid’s reminded of the suit she left by her bed and races in, shouldering past Wednesday and jumping onto her bed while simultaneously kicking the suit further out of view underneath it.
“I- I called this one already,” she voices, trying to excuse her sudden behavior.
Wednesday merely glances at her a moment before turning and walking into the other, unused, room.
Sighing in relief, Enid lets her head fall back to her bed. God, she’s going to have to go talk to administration and get this fixed.
She quickly jumps out of bed, remembering the orientation that she’s already late to. She races out of the room, slamming the door behind her and sprinting through the halls to get to the lecture hall she’s supposed to be in.