Destructible
Enid Sinclair
To be honest with myself, I am beginning to get comfortable in the Addams family household. After the game of Uno yesterday, Pugsley gave me a tour around the house. It wasn't as modern or plain as my own home. The furniture, decorations, and color adds creativity to the structure. If I could, I would like to build my house and paint everything pink with colorful interior additions. But it all depends on what's going on between mine and Wednesday's future.
The funny thing is that Wednesday is doing just that. The next day, I was making a sandwich for lunch with Lurch and wanted to ask whether Wednesday or Pugsley would like one. I found Pugsley playing Uno for the millionth time with Thing. I swear those two are very addicted to the game. I offered the boy a sandwich, but he told me he wanted it later. I asked if he knew where Wednesday was, to which he replied that she's in her room.
I left the living room and went to the staircase that led me to Wednesday's room. The door was completely closed which was normal. I did a small, light knock on the door, waited for a few seconds, then opened it. Behind the door was Wednesday sitting criss-crossed on the floor with eyes closed and candles surrounding her in a circle. She was holding up a necklace that had Wednesday's first initial engraved on it.
Right in front of her was a big landscape of paper that had the word Goody written on it. I must have ruined the moment for the goth girl because she opened her eyes to frown at me. She put her hand down with the necklace and stayed still.
"What an unwanted surprise. What brought you here to disturb me?"
"I came into your room to ask if you wanted a sandwich for lunch. My guess is that now is not the time," I implied with awareness.
"Your guess is correct. I have to start over with the ritual," Wednesday puffed out.
"What exactly are you doing?" I leaned into the doorframe with folded arms.
"Summoning my ancestor, Goody Addams. I am trying to reach her to see what my future will look like. Without Goody, my psychic powers are of no use," Addams glanced up to me.
"I never knew you were a psychic. Can you predict my future? I bet I'm going to be the bestest wife you'll ever have," I jokingly claimed with my head all high and mighty.
"I wish not. If Goody doesn't want to be summoned, I will be grabbing Pugsley to shoot my father's rocket launcher into the sky. You, on the other hand, can hide like a scared pup you are," the psychic commented.
"Nope. I rather watch and learn. If I'm going to be a part of this family, I should at least know how things work around here between you guys," I said to the goth girl.
"I would say good luck, but it's a matter of time until you will run away from how exotic my family and I are. Beware Enid. You don't stand a chance handling what we do," Wednesday went ahead and turned off the candles with her thumb and index finger, one by one.
"Don't worry about little ol' me. I got this in the bag," I smirked confidently.
I lied. As soon as Wednesday found Pugsley and brought us to a giant shed with multiple weapons against the walls, I was in complete shock. The Addams family had almost every weapon on earth. This is pretty much an armory room belonging to the family.
I found Pugsley's face to be mesmerized by each tool being displayed like a child in a candy store. Wednesday obviously didn't show a sign of emotion as she searched for the one weapon the raven wanted to claim. Lo and behold, the shiniest bazooka I will ever see hanging on the wall in front of us. It even had a glass case over it.
"There's no way we are using that thing," I pointed at it.
"We are definitely using it. It's pretty fun to shoot it. We have targets that my mom and dad set up by the small hill next to us," Wednesday's brother declared.
"You guys know how to use it?"
"We know how to handle every weapon in this vicinity," Wednesday opened the glass case as Pugsley carried the rocket launcher out of the showcase.
Wednesday took a black bag which I assumed had some explosive rounds inside after placing the case back to where it belonged.
"You guys have a weird tradition, but I'm going to be a part of it soon so why not adjust to it," I shrugged my shoulders.
"You don't have to be frightened over this stuff. I will teach you and in no time, you will turn into a professional," Pugsley grinned with thrill while Wednesday and I followed him out of the weaponry room.
"As long as I don't lose any limbs, I might enjoy it," I gained some courage.
"Don't blame us when it's too much for you to bear. Doing such activities such as shooting a bazooka is a passion of ours. Yours is being on that brain rotting device and complaining," the raven announced brutally.
"Hey! At least I'm trying something new. Come on Pugsley. Back me up here," I nudged the boy.
"Enid is right sis. You should be proud of her at least," Pugsley patted my shoulder.
"There's not a single ounce in me that feels proud of Enid. The only emotions I will feel for her is ignominy and detestation," the goth responded without holding back.
I won't lie, her words did impact me negatively. It did sting more than I wanted it to. As someone who is happy all the time, my face dropped. It was odd for me to do that. I tend to either put a fake smile on or push the comments aside. This time, it turned out to be different. I mean, what did I expect? Expect Wednesday to change and actually have some sort of tender thoughts about me? Yeah right. That's not going to happen.
"Don't take my sister seriously. She's like that to everybody," Pugsley mentioned as he tried to cheer me up.
"It's cool. Wednesday can say whatever she thinks about me," I ruffled the hair of the younger Addams to reassure him.
"How about less talking and more shooting? This conversation is irrelevant," the older Addams grew impatient.
"Yeah yeah yeah. Here. You can take the first shot. Mom had already inserted an explosive," Pugsley handed the rocket launcher over to Wednesday.
"Are those dummies ahead is what we will be aiming for?" I interrogated the short haired boy.
"Yup! They are made out of vibranium which is why they're not destroyed completely," Pugsley clarified.
"Interesting," I mumbled to myself as I put a hand over my chin.
While analyzing the targets, a loud blast came out of the bazooka without a warning. A round of explosive flew towards the sky before coming straight down onto one of the three mannequins. A boom was heard when it landed perfectly on the middle dummy. I turned my head to stare at Wednesday as she was holding the weapon with smoke coming out of it.
She went ahead to refill the rocket launcher before pulling the trigger again and again until she had managed to strike all three of the dummies. It was now Pugsley's turn to give the weapon to go. He didn't waste any time pressing the trigger. The explosive flew out in between the targets, making him miss. He hit one on the second shot but failed on the third.
I was up next to test out the bazooka after Pugsley brought it over to me. At first, I didn't like the feeling of holding a deadly weapon in my hand. I honestly felt afraid that I might accidentally hurt or kill someone with it. I expected it to be heavy, but it only weighed close to ten pounds. I remember the way both Pugsley and Wednesday held it, so I matched their posture.
I placed the rocket launched onto my shoulder and clenched on the two handles with both hands. I knew not to put my finger on the trigger just yet until I am ready to shoot it. There was a very tiny scope on the weapon, but I didn't bother to use it. I would miss the mannequins like Pugsley did. I took a deep breath and placed my index finger over the trigger. I counted down from five to zero in my head before finally clicking the trigger.
Surprisingly, the sound of it blasting near my ears didn't make my eardrums burst. That did not matter however. I focused more on the explosive swerving crazily right as it struck the target to the left. My jaw dropped and so did Pugsley when I actually did it for the first try. Wednesday didn't seem to react to my accomplishment.
"How did you even do that without using the scope!?! You gotta show me your ways," Pugsley was beyond mind blown over my successful ability.
"Beginner's luck I guess," I lifted my shoulders up and down.
Without fear and like a professional, I grabbed the ginormous explosive shell and put it inside the bazooka. I then took my stance and pulled the trigger. The aim was perfect as the explosive flew into the mannequin to the right. I did it one last time, but I didn't shoot it straight to the middle mannequin. I decided to shoot it up in the air for fun.
Funny enough for me is the fact that the explosive went as far as it could towards the sky before it was coming down at a rapid pace. It wouldn't explode unless it hit something. And that something was the middle dummy. As if I won the game, I jumped up and down while hollering out of pure joy. Even Pugsley applauded me and gave me a high five.
It was wild that someone like me who never held a weapon before managed to become a pro. Although, I wasn't happy about hitting three targets without missing. I proved to Wednesday that I can handle whatever insane activity her and her family will throw at me. Not to be cocky or anything, but I am going to be considered as an Addams. Morticia and Gomez would be proud of me if they were here.
"We need to test out more of your skills! Hold on, let me grab some other weapons," Pugsley dashes back to the shed, leaving Wednesday and I alone.
As we waited for him, I sat down on the dead grass and laid down with my head laying on top of my hands while my elbows stuck out. I kept my eyes on the cloudy and blue sky, not knowing what Wednesday was up to. It didn't matter because I began a conversation with her.
"Was that enough to prove I won't be running away out of fear?"
"I will not answer your question," Wednesday vocalized.
"Why not? Are you afraid to tell me the truth?" I questioned her.
"No. I don't have time for your games right now."
"If you answer my question, I will leave you alone for the rest of the day. Is that a fair deal?" I propped myself up to glance at the raven who had her back facing me.
"Is this your way of tricking me?" Wednesday insinuated.
"Nope! I'm being genuine," I beamed naturally.
The psychic huffed before replying, "You will receive thirty-three percent that your actions today are enough to prove to me you won't run away from my family."
"That's an oddly specific number, but I'll take it! Thanks for answering my question Wednesday. At this very moment, I will leave you alone," I returned back to lying down on the dried up grass.
From there and onward, I kept quiet during the time Pugsley was gone. Even after he came back with multiple weapons, I didn't say anything to the goth girl. She did the same. I paid attention to what the siblings were doing as they practiced. Whenever it was my turn to give it a shot, I performed well. Soon enough, our performances had ended after an hour and a half. I found it to be enjoyable but not to an extent.
Wednesday and I went to help Pugsley take back every deadly tools he brought to the yard. Somehow, I had trouble keeping my eyes away from Wednesday. I won't lie to myself when I say her face is stunning the more I stare at her. The hidden freckles sprinkled on her cheeks made the psychic appear innocent.
Her dark eyes could kill anything that glances into them. But for me, I'm hypnotized by them. Even when Wednesday is calm and collected for a second, she reminds me of a dark angel. My mind is being controlled because I never complimented someone about their looks this much before. I'm probably going mad. Yeah... that's most likely it.
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"What are you guys making? The smell is making my mouth water," I queried Thing as he and Lurch are making dinner in the kitchen.
Spider soup, Thing responded as he added some spices to the pot.
"With actual spiders in it!?" I was disturbed by the name of the dish.
No. The soup will look like it has spiders in it with webs. That is why it is called spider soup.
"Phew. You had me worried there. Either way, I bet it will taste flavorful. Do you need an extra hand?" I offered help.
Was that a pun I heard? Thing signed.
"Oh. That was unintentional, but it is a pun you heard haha," I chuckled lightly.
How punny. Actually, Lurch and I do need an extra hand. We are already done cooking and are ready to serve so you can help bring out the bowls to the table. I'm going to get Wednesday and Pugsley.
"You got it boss," I jokingly saluted before grabbing the bowls from the cabinets.
I displayed the bowls to Lurch in which he scooped up the liquid food and put in the bowls. I carried two at once to the table for the siblings and another bowl for myself afterwards. Spoons and napkins were already placed on the table beforehand. Therefore, we are ready to eat.
I sat myself down on my usual spot while Pugsley and Wednesday presented themselves to the dining room. I didn't start eating until both of them sat down. Once I gathered some of the soup on my spoon and put it in my mouth, I was super close to downing the entire soup in one go. I swear Lurch is the king of all cooks. Thing would be the king of seasoning. They both need a cooking show and a cookbook.
Besides the absolute scrumptious food pleasing my stomach, I had a decent time during dinner. Pugsley and I kept yapping about random things that changed into different topics. Meanwhile, Wednesday stayed silent and ate her food. I wanted her to join in the conversation, but I swore I would leave her alone.
In the end, my discussion with Pugsley died down as everyone had finished their food. Lurch and I picked up the bowls and took them to the sink. Lurch was about to clean the dishes until I suggested I would do it myself. I began washing them without allowing Lurch to do so. I wanted to give him a break. After all, he cooked dinner for Wednesday, Puglsey, and I.
There was only a little bit to be scrubbed and rinsed off so it wasn't a problem for me. It took approximately ten minutes to get them cleaned. The last thing I had left was to dry them off. I used a rag made to dry the dishes easily. One by one, I put them back to where it rightfully belonged. While doing so, I heard somebody enter the kitchen.
It turned out to be Wednesday. I was surprised to see her here. She did go upstairs as Pugsley went outside with Thing. Maybe she forgot something or wants a snack? Though, I know Wednesday a bit well enough. She doesn't snack. So why is she here?
"Tell me something Enid. Will I be able to see you as a werewolf?" Wednesday wondered.
Her statement caught me off guard as I didn't expect her to say anything to me. I continued drying the dishes while facing my body towards her.
I said, "Maybe. Why? Do you really want to see me as a werewolf?"
"Yes but for research purposes only. I've heard about lycanthropes in fairytales but never seen one in real life. I'd like to know if there are any differences between the books I've read and real life."
"You're finally intrigued about me. That's new. To give you a conclusion, there's hardly any difference. If you want, we can go outside, and I can shift to show you myself as a wolf."
"Maybe some other day. As of now, I want to focus on writing my novel," the raven made a decision.
"Yeah, sure," I gave her a small smile.
I thought about what Wednesday had mentioned earlier. Her feelings towards me. I wanted to readdress it and really find out if she thinks of me differently. Wednesday turned around and was about to leave the kitchen when I prevented her from leaving.
"Hey Wednesday?"
She stopped after I called her name. Her head slightly turned my way but not enough to look at me. Wednesday waited for me to continue the rest of my sentence.
"Is it true what you said about me?" I drawled.
"What do you mean exactly?" The goth girl inquired.
"Ignominy and detestation. Those are the two words you said were the only emotions you'll feel about me. Is it really true?" I clarified further.
I heard Wednesday let out a breath and answered, "If I tell you it's true, you will turn sensitive."
"Pff! What? No! I would not," I was being dishonest.
"I noticed the way you reacted to my words. It was the first time I've seen you upset by me. I would reconsider not lying to me Sinclair," Wednesday whirled back to me.
"Even if I was lying, you wouldn't care," I put the last clean dish back in the cupboard.
"Your statement is correct. I never care what anyone says. Although, I have to give you credit for trying to befriend me. I know you're proving yourself that you can be one of us. I presume you can deal with what my family and I do," the psychic no longer had a stern gaze.
I grinned sweetly and replied, "That means a lot for me to hear. You could've denied that I'm not worthy to be in your family. Rather, you admit I can be like you guys. It gives me confidence."
"That'll be the first and last time I will be fair with you mutt," Wednesday folded her arms together.
"Ha. I doubt it," I smirked slyly.
Wednesday sheered, "Tch. Do not come into my room all noisy and bothersome while I am typing."
"You got it, Wens. Have fun with your novel."
From there, Wednesday did not say anything back and left the kitchen. After our conversation was over, it got me thinking about what Wednesday said. She turned slightly nice to me. I fulfilled a goal to see a part of her good side. It didn't look like much, but it was enough to put a smile on my face. I believe in myself that it's bound to happen again, and I can't wait for it.
"Enid! Come here quickly," Pugsley popped his head out and gestured his hand for me to come to him.
I did what I was told and followed him to the living room where he led me. He pointed towards the love seat, indicating to me to sit down. I did so and found Thing on top of the coffee table. I noticed Pugsley had a flashlight in his hand and turned it on, facing it to me. The light blinded me for a couple of seconds as my eyes slowly adjusted to it.
"Can one of you tell me what's going on?" I leaned into the couch.
Thing snapped his finger to grab Pugsley's attention right as he pointed at a piece of paper that's faced down next to him. That's when the boy grabbed it and shoved it close to my face. It turned out to be Wednesday's face printed in color. I noted to myself that she wasn't looking straight ahead. Her eyes were focused on something else. Whoever took a picture of her did it without her knowing.
"Give me three adjectives you would describe my sister's face," Pugsley demanded playfully.
"Why am I doing this?" I didn't have a clue as to what's going on.
"I will tell you later. Just pick three adjectives you would describe Wednesday's face," he shook the paper in front of my face.
"Um, okay? Her face is pretty from different angles. She's super flawless and breathtaking. I'm surprised that Wednesday is single. Not to mention the fact she has those intense eyes and delicate sk-"
"You went overboard, Enid. Ew," Pugsley made a disgusted expression.
"Shit. What was the whole point of this?" I covered my mouth in embarrassment as I felt my face get hot and flustered.
To test whether you think of Wednesday as a friend, Thing notified me.
"Did I pass then?" I was now on the edge of the seat.
"No," Pugsley made it short.
My mouth opened in shock.
"Let's think about it carefully, Enid. Friends do not compliment other friends like that unless you're into them. I don't even know if you and Wednesday are friends but that doesn't matter anymore. It seems that you have fallen for my sister," Pugsley paced back and forth like a detective.
"And how would you even know that?"
"Well, you turned red like blood. I asked you to give me three adjectives to describe Wednesday's face, and you went beyond and in depth of what I wanted. Plus, Thing here told me you were red for the first time after leaving my sister's room. She said or did something to make you like that. Therefore, my theory is that you have a crush on my sis," the teen boy held a smug facial expression.
"Is that a good or a bad sign?" I dragged my hand from top to the bottom of my face.
"Both. The bad news is that Wednesday doesn't fall in love with anyone. It can happen if you give her whatever she wants," Pugsley reckons.
"So what's the good news?" I needed to know what he'll say to my question.
"The good news is that even if Wednesday doesn't like you, I consider you to be my sister-in-law," the younger Addams smiled proudly.
And you will be my friend as well, Thing signed happily.
I couldn't help but beam at the two. Despite the bad news of Wednesday not liking me, I had these two who will accept me. It was relieving for me to hear it.
"You guys are the best... seriously," I glanced at the boys.
"Thanks! You are too Enid."
"Thank you," I got up from the couch and softly punched Pugsley on the arm.
"No problem. So uh, do you want to keep this picture of Wednesday or not?"
"No thanks. She would kill me if she found out I have it," I wanted to save my skin.
"Got it! Oh! Since you really really like her, we can give you ideas on what Wednesday likes for gifts or dates if you want to know. Thing and I can be your wingmen," Pugsley suggested.
"Well, I think it's better to give her gifts for now. Something small and gradually make it bigger," I set out a plan.
"Smart move. I will write a list of things she likes and will give it to you tomorrow. How does that sound?" Pugsley was ready to play as the cupid.
"Sounds great," I gave him an answer.
"You guys will become a couple in no time. I can feel it. Let's go, Thing. We'll make the list together," the boy snatched Thing and ran to the foyer and upstairs to his room.
I didn't hesitate to giggle over the chat between Thing, Pugsley, and I. It turned out to be interesting and a shocker at the same time. I had to rethink what I felt for Wednesday. I will say she is attractive. But do I want her to be with me?Heh.