2 years have gone by and now I'm ten, each birthday however is a struggle. Wednesday always plans something *special*. The first year of me leaving here she drowned my room in leaches, when I confronted her on it after having half the blood drained from me she said, "it's an accurate representation of you living off my family, parasite." At night she shot a harpoon through my balcony door. When I got up to see who done it, I saw her burning the leeches that bit me in some sort of ritual. For a month I heard crawling leeches in the wall thanks to her and at night I felt then sleeping under my sheets.
At least last year she finished everything in a day. Wednesday simply made my bed into a catapult of sorts and launched me into the pond that she filled with piranhas. I was scared to my bones swiming back to shore where she waited, Wednesday didn't even apologize, she just made me a fool out of me,"they only feast on the dead, Elliott. Be grateful I'm not cruel and straved them. It remain's a mystery to me why we celebrate the day you were born, you haven't done anything for society."
That year I made up my mind to abuse my power after all the training Morticia put me through, and created a eldritch nightmare for her birthday. I nearly got electrocuted by one of her traps in her room, good gods the number of flying blades in her bedroom is insane. Despite having these powers I was cut all over my body. The worst part was the aftermath, I watched her the entire day afterward. She ate, sharpened her knifes as usual, did whatever cruel thing came to mind and typed more papers in her antique typewritter then I've ever seen. Out of anger at being treated as less bothersome then a fly I continued the nightmares for a week till I felt like a monster and stopped, trying to be the better man.
I awoke with her aiming a crossbow at me, "you stopped my inspiration. If you know whats good for you; I expect better craftsmanship on your part, your getting sloppy. Do try to have pride in the one thing your good at Elliott, afterall it's my present."
I just can't seem to beat her in anything, not even on my own playing field. My only friends, is Thing he's a kind of hand with sentience and Pugsley who seems more comfortable with Wednesday's jokes. Gomez and Morticia have been nothing but understanding, and I mean understanding. Whenever I mention Wednesday's daily hobbies are targeted at me, they smile and say I must take up much her time. As if we're getting along, all she does is reminisce of death or her novel I never get to read.
Laying on my bed thinking of what horror show to give Wednesday tonight I feel a knock at the door. There's only three people who never says their name when entering a room in this house, Lurch, Thing and it sure isn't one of them at this hour. I prepared to throw the knife hidden under my pillow that I've grown accustomed to having. Without getting permission the door opens and I throw the knife, cling. It's blocked by a metal shield.
"Honestly, Elliott I thought you would have graduated from knifes to a hammer by now."
"Get out of my room Wednesday you weren't invited."
"Neither were you into my house and you've lived here more than needed. Come, I can at least put you to work as payment."
I stayed in bed ignoring her, this in turn irritated Wednesday causing her to throw a hidden dagger at me. Thankfully I've learned in this home to sleep with shield if you can spare the room. Surprisingly her's stayed stuck to the shield and she strolled up to me yanking it out, "drastically underestimated you now. Seems you've learned a thing or two from me, never trust anyone else but yourself. Pugsley is out with father tonight, bonding they call it. Let's make a deal you, help me and I'll let you sleep comfortably for week-"
"A month!"
"Make it five days-"
"A month."
"Four"
"A month"
"One."
"A month."
She held my gaze looking for weakness. Her lips coiled up slightly probably from irritation, "a month then."
"Make it a blood pact, I'll only trust you if we go to the extreme."
"Annoyingly thorough. Fine."
After we finished the procedures she handed me a shovel and brought me to their family cemetery to which she insisted I call it a graveyard, it has a more profound meaning she said. She instructed me to dig next to a casket they left there until she was satisfied.
"That's good enough Elliott. Now for the main duty bury me in the casket and I want you to give me a nightmare. I've been stomped at a part in my novel, I believe the disease is called writer's block. Now this could be the cure I've been looking for, I need to feel the pulse between the living and dead."
I blinked at that logic and thought I heard wrong. While I processed it she placed herself in the coffin at the bottom of the pit, "do it or the deals off."
"I can get behind that logic I guess." It took another half an hour to bury her. Now for the nightmare, I'll just keep it simple. A rainbow clown comes to her birthday and starts eating clowns, boring by her standards but I'm tired.
With a wave of my hand a dark mist of sand went to the dirt beneath me. Well staying here won't do me any favors might as well go back where its warm, no doubt Wednesday of all people can free herself.
Half an hour went by, then two and then three hours. It was three o'clock in the morning and grew worried watching the graveyard from my balcony. I'll go get her out this is going to far for an Addams.
I got to the graveyard and used my power, golden sand started to drill where she was. When I heard wook breaking I stopped and fell in the hole to open the casket. Wednesday was finally suffering from my nightmare which relieved at finally beating her resolve but I knew now was not the time to celebrate.
I woke her up chaning the dream by inputting golden sand overpowering the dark particles around her. Like a jump-scare she sprang up and started choking me, "who told you!"
Barely being able to speak I mumbled, "what?"
"My weakness, who betrayed me to my rival?"
"Weakness? The clown?" Not in a million years would I believe Wednesday Addams is afraid of clowns.
"Do you think me a idiot to fall for that trick?"
Seeing how crazy she became I created a barrier between us of golden sand. Finally after catching my breath I spoke to the girl staring daggers in me, "Wednesday I didn't mean to scare you with the clown I just followed our deal."
She composed herself and watched me carefully. Not sure what calculations she made up in her mind to expose herself, "I'm allergic to colour."
"Ya right." I said sarcastically.
"My skin fills with pimples until the flesh falls from my bones, the clown was covered in colours."
She said with deadpan face that I couldn't help but believe it, afterall this workd was different then my own.
"Sorry Wednesday I didn't know. It won't happen again." I stretched my hand out releasing my barrier. She shook it but I could tell Wednesday was prepared for a double crossing just in case.
We got out of the hole and only then did she speak with me again after creating distance, "I don't expect my rival to hold back from using my weakness. So in case you do, I'll take it as anything goes."
I got goosebumps realizing she held back all these years, "I'm surprised I'm your rival."
"Don't falter yourself Elliott. You barely passed since the rest died or went insane."
"Well goodnight then."
I was five steps away when she called for me, "Elliott I have a proposition for you."
I turned to look at her, "become my helper. After reviewing your skills these past years and power I've noted their usefulness for my endeavors."
"What do I get?"
"Ask for something, negotiate and I'll consider your payment."
"No more throwing knifes or axes at me and especially not using me in experiments."
"Fine however you will be my accomplice, any recognition from murders to tragedies, any glory or fame is mine alone. Do you accept?"
I looked at her black pearl eyes and found no lies, "I accept then but I'm not calling you master or lord or anything demeaning. Afterall I'm your rival it wouldn't be correct to accept defeat so early."
Wednesday nodded and I finished making a deal with her with another blood pack. Thankfully she didn't have another odd job and I left for bed finally having a goodnight sleep without worries in years.