FINAL- Sacrifice within the Addams Family

Wednesday Addams has always been the dark shadow of Gomez and Morticia Addams children. But when given the chance to fulfill her wicked destiny, will she be able to do it?

"OK Wednesday," came the icy cold voice of Morticia Addams "it is time."

Wednesday Addams stood in her father’s dark cellar, looking down at these two pale, familiar faces. What is thus horrid feeling of sadness? She had always wanted this. So what was holding her back?

*Previous Day*

"Pugsley! Hurry with that sword would you!?" yelled Wednesday.

"Coming!" Pugsley entered the grand hall of the Addams mansion, greeted by the wicked smirk of his sister.

Wednesday looked at her brother disgusted… Ugh. The repugnant swine lives. Oh let this be the day you 'accidentally' fall into my sword and I no longer have to witness your presence

Pugsley loves these duals with his sister. Wednesday always puts up a fight, but fails in how she holds her sword. He knows she would never get a clean cut on him, but it was fun.

Then the high pitch cry of Pubert was heard.

"Oh, what is that imp crying about now...." moaned Wednesday, imagining Pubert falling from the roof of the four storey mansion.

"Come on Wednesday. Let’s go see what's wrong." Wednesday looked at Pugsley unamused though followed her older brother.

Pubert was sitting in the middle of the mansion foyer holding a rope that hung down from the high ceiling. Wednesday's eyes followed the ropes which lead to the overhanging chandelier and she figured what her devil spawned brother was planning.

"Pubert. Don't you…"

Down came the chandelier.

*Present Day*

Wednesday awoke in her bed with the worst headache. She pulled her sore body from the bed and limped over to the cracked mirror. What was that on her cheek? A smudge? She tried to wipe the line away, but felt pain shoot from it. As Wednesday looked closer at the mark, a drop of dry blood was seen. Wednesday felt an uncontrollable anger brew within her dark soul.   

"Argh!" Wednesday threw her fist into the cracked mirror; threw her headless doll across the room and slammed her coat hanger on the floor; all forgetting to take a breath.

She pants heavily as her mother calls "Wednesday… Darling?" The pitter-patter of her mother’s footsteps came to a stop at her door "What is the matter dear?"

Wednesday pulled her pitch black hair into two tight plaits

"Nothing Mother" only the fact that she wishes the two fools were never born

"OK dear. Grandmamma Addams made pigeon eyed porridge" Morticia's light steps faded away.

Wednesday's black eyes grew as an idea came to mind... Grandmamma Addams! Her potions room must have something that will rid me of my wearisome brothers...

The room stunk of mould, mildew and rotting pig intestines. Wednesday took a deep breath in, she loved it. She found Grandmamma Addams potions book, but it was all written in ancient primordial Witch script

…Dead end...

Then Wednesday saw it.

The album. It was wrapped in what looked like Black dragon skin, and as Wednesday pulled it out; she could see a faint title had been etched into the front

Druzina o Ataddams (Addams Family)

Wednesday opened the album and there was a charcoal sketch of a family watching someone engulfed in flames. At the bottom read

…Aristotle & Ophelia iti z sins Hubert & Henery Ataddams. Delez Gori, Germany, 1653...

As Wednesday’s curious hand kept turning the pages, sketches soon became photographs and names became familiar

… Gomez & Fester Addams...

'Murder' was the apparent theme

... Stake burning, Hungary, 1893; River drowning, England, 1903...

"Poor souls..." Wednesday jumped. It was Grandmamma Addams. She looked at the album with reminiscent eyes, "but it had to be done..."

"Grandmamma... What is this?"

Grandmamma Addams sat Wednesday down and told her of the "Addams Family Sacrifice." Wednesday sat in curiosity and learnt that every third generation Addams made a sacrifice to Adad; the family Diablo. The sacrifice insured the protection of the family for another three generations. To choose not to do so was a dangerous gamble.

Grandmamma told Wednesday that her brothers were a liability for the family. Neither had displayed an evil worthy of the Addams name and the weaker had to be sacrificed. Grandmamma Addams had warned Gomez but he refused to go through with it.

Wednesday contemplates… Pugsley or Pubert MUST DIE.

This was all so much for Wednesday... Where's Mother? She will make sense of this all.

Morticia was standing at the window gazing into the moon. Wednesday had always admired her mother’s odd beauty. "What troubles you my dear?" Wednesday was not shocked her mother knew she was there. Morticia turned around as if she was floating on a cloud "Is it the sacrifice?"

Wednesday’s eyebrows rose "You know about this?"

"Oh Wednesday. Come here my child full of woe," Wednesday embraced in her mother’s cold arms.

"The sacrifice must take place for the betterment of this family...and you dear will be the one to perform the Sacrificial Ritual" Wednesday’s eyes widened. She always wished to inherit her mother’s pastel beauty, but she would sooner have to inherit Morticias mysterious darkness.

A plan had been put in place for the sacrifice and Lurch was ordered to take Pugsley and Pubert down to the dark cellar. Wednesday watched as her brothers screamed with fear as Lurch took a hold of them both.

"Lurch! Tie them down to the block. Do hurry it up you Oaf!" Grandmamma Addams yelled.

Her brother’s tears were staining the wooden blocks, the sound of their cries and sobs were echoing throughout the cellar.

Pugsley pleaded to his sister "Please Wednesday... I don't want to die like this..."

Pubert was crying as he didn't understand why he was strapped down. Wednesday stared at the axe in her hand. She had started the day so determined to end the lives of her brothers, and now that the opportunity was here, she felt like she just couldn’t do it.

"Wednesday! Do it!" yelled Grandmamma Addams. Wednesday lifted the axe above her head and swung at Pugsley's block

...cutting his straps; freeing him.

She turned to Pubert's block and swung at his straps.

"Wednesday! What are you doing!?" Grandmamma Addams was furious. They all turned on their chaotic Grandmamma.

"Pugsley. Tie her down" Wednesday spoke icily.

"This is not the ritual!"

"A sacrifice is still a sacrifice Grandmamma..."

"Morticia! Stop them!"

"We don't want to crush their creativity mother..."

"Let go of me Pugsley!"

Wednesday stared down at the scrambling head of white, scraggly hair...

She raised the axe up high...

And with an evil smirk...