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Things been stabbed. Things been stabbed, and it’s all my fault. Things been stabbed, it’s all my fault, and he’s going to die. I need to get him to Uncle Fester. I pick Thing up and run across The Nevermoor grounds out to Eugene’s shed and yell “Fester? Fester, help! Help! Help! Thing's not moving. He was stabbed!” Uncle Fester jumps up and says “Get him on the table!”
I place Thing on the table and Uncle Fester shoots electricity through him while saying “Oh, come on, Thing,” he tries again before looking at me and saying “He's gone, Wednesday,”
Thing can’t be gone, he just can’t. I look at Thing and say “If you can hear me... if you die, I will kill you.” I look up at Uncle Fester and say “Go again. Now! Again, please!” Uncle Fester tries again but nothing happens and Uncle Fester says to me “I’m sorry Wednesday, he’s picked his last lock,”
Thing can’t be dead, he just can’t. Things always been there, my entire life. He’s always cared for me, even when everyone else abandoned me, and now he’s dead because of me. I can feel tears rolling down my face, and I don’t even bother to wipe them away. If I hadn’t told Thing to look after the Diary he wouldn’t have been stabbed, and then he wouldn’t have died.
I pick Thing up, and my head shoots up towards the ceiling.
Mrs Thornhill is ransacking my room, searching for the Diary when she finds Thing and stabs him from behind with a dagger.
Tyler is chained to the wall of a cave, and Miss Thornhill is injecting he with a fluid and he screams.
Tyler is transforming into The Hyde.
Tyler as The Hyde is killing everyone.
My head snaps back and tears are still streaming down my face.
“I’m off to kill a teacher,” I tell Uncle Fester and I leave still holding Thing, tears still refusing to stop. I run through the woods. As I run the small ribbon holding one of my braids snags on a branch, so one of my braids is undoing but I am so distracted that I barely notice.
I’ve got to the school and I’m running through the corridors, I need to find Miss Thornhill’s (or should I say Laurel Gates’) room because then I can kill her. Tears are still steaming down my cheeks (I’ve not cried since Nero died 10 years ago, and unlike then I’m crying completely silently) and I quite literally run into Enid.
“Wednesday, are you okay?” She asks,
“Get out of my way Enid,” I tell her, she doesn’t and instead says, “Wednesday what’s going on?”
“I’m going to kill Miss Thornhill,” I tell her.
“You’re what? Wednesday what’s going on?” Enid asks for the second time.
“I’ve figured it all out, the monster is a Hyde. Miss Thornhill is actually Laurel Gates, and she’s figured out how to control The Hyde who is actually Tyler. On top of all this Miss Thornhill killed Thing.” I show her Thing and she takes a step back, her hand over her mouth, tears already welling in her eyes.
“Oh God Wednesday,” she says.
“Theres a sort of poetic justice in killing her with her own blade,” I tell Enid.
“Wednesday, you can’t just kill her,” Enid says, somewhat desperately.
“Would you rather I burn down the school?” I shoot back at her, Enid cringes and I storm out to find Laurel Gates.