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Her body winced with eat step, the hard plastic clacking against the old floor with intention, her location was easy to find if you listened.
There’s no escape if you’re heard.
She stumbles, struggling to hop on one leg to rip off the Lego pieces pinching at her nerves, her claws extended at each painful tear.
Thankfully she doesn’t bleed, though her skin is redden by the pressure.
Her breathing is perhaps too loud as she ducks around another corner, entering a random room to catch her breath.
It’s completely blacked out, the long chain of metal brushes near her as she grabs at it, when she pulls the light bulb above her head turns on to reveal the bundles of live dynamite and firecrackers that surround her.
Her reflexes are fast enough to successfully open the door as the go off, the smoke instantly filling the hall as each one exploded.
Enid feels her body tumble into another wall, coughing out the black soot from her lungs. Her ears perk at Pugsleys elated voice getting closer, his steps drumming in her ears as she sprints.
Her choking and heaving becomes a low cough that she forced in place to avoid nearly being caught again.
Her mint blue eyes look at everything with a second thought now, the high chance she runs into another deadly trap is insane.
But guaranteed.
The house is unsafe, she’s at a clear disadvantage.
She needs to get outside.
She could draw them out into an open area.
Enid’s body barely gets down the stairs in one piece, her ankle twist as she falls in an embarrassing tumble.
Her weight hitting the ground with a hiss, but she can’t stop, she can see Gomez blocking the only exit.
Or so they thought.
Her eyes do a double take as she looks towards the open window in the kitchen.
It was an obvious trap but what did she have to lose not taking the risk when Gomez was right there, wide grin, stepping foreword.
Her rainbow nails skitter against the floor like a frightened cat as she darts for the window.
She feels the slash against her back, the fabric tearing as she runs a palm against it, the angry red inflamed skin has risen in a line but just barely holding back the skin from bursting.
Her steps quicken as she stumbles again, she turns her head to see Gomez watching her, his body slowly fading in the distance as she jumps over tombstones.
The Addams cemetery is huge, the rows of ancestors and their memories.
Enid’s mind whispers apologies as she steps a too certain members like a stepping stool to hop over others.
At the new found silence she takes a deep breath.
Her lungs burn slightly from the exercise, more so from the inhale of smoke after the explosion inside the manor.
She sits for a moment, running a hand through her now unkept hair, pushing it back before she hears it.
The gun shot.
A warning.
Her body jolts into action as she rises again on defense.
Her mint blue eyes widening as she spins around, ears perked to listen for any sounds.
The silence is deafening.
Another shot is fire.
This time Enid witnesses the bullet chip the stone of the old Addams burial ground, before it lands onto the ground.
Her body trembles for a moment, her head snapping in the direction she witnessed it come from.
“Wednesday?”
The raven offers a teasing smirk at the wolf, cocking the gun handle with one hand before directing it.
“Terrible Morning, Enid.” The seer notices the way Enid appears frozen in place, she shouldn’t offer the act of mercy but her heart sways at the near feral appearance she’s taken.
Wednesday tilts her head, gesturing for Enid to move, she wasn’t expecting for the pup to react with a pound towards her.
The act nearly disarming her as Enid succeeded in tackling her to the ground.
A single shot goes off in a different direction.
The gun pressed flatly between them like a weight benches bar again the ravens next,
“Why didn’t you tell me this was a family thing? I thought It was just me and your dad. Also FYI I’m pretty sure you hunting me is kinda speciest.”
“You’re father and I,” Wednesday corrects her grammar just to annoy the pastel girl another moment. “Besides it’s not real bullets, they’re specially made. It’s a rubber bullet soaked in wolfsbane nectar.”
Enid’s brows furrowed, “but that would only give me an allergic reaction?”
“Correction, it would numb parts of your person, making you susceptible to my hand.”
The wolf shouts in surprise at the way Thing appears at her side, butterfly knife flicked among his fingers.
“Et Tu, Thing?”
The mysterious appendage snaps his fingers.
Wednesday takes advantage of the distraction, shoving Enid off to the side as she once more prepares the gun for its next bullet.