Murdering beauty and passions

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𝕀ℕ his dorm, Wednesday sat at his desk, furiously typing away on his typewriter. The rhythmic clatter of keys filled the room, a symphony of relentless determination and focused intent. His dark eyes were narrowed in concentration, the flickering candlelight casting shadows across his furrowed brow. Each word he hammered out seemed to resonate with the intensity of his thoughts, a manifestation of the storm brewing within him.

"I've always hated the expression 'write what you know.' It's a hall pass for the imagination-impaired."

Wednesday abruptly stopped typing. His fingers hovered over the keys for a moment before he exhaled sharply, a mix of frustration and determination in his eyes. He grabbed the piece of paper from the typewriter, scrutinizing it briefly. Dissatisfied, he crumpled it into a tight ball and tossed it into the overflowing wastebasket beside his desk.

"But when your life becomes twisted mystery..."

Wednesday grabbed the page that Rowan had shown him before he died. As he held it up to his face, he scrutinized the details, searching for any clue that might have been overlooked. The soft light from his desk lamp illuminated the paper, and just at the corner, something caught his eye. Faint but unmistakable, a symbol emerged—an intricate flower with a skull nestled at its center. 

"... maybe it's time to learn into it."

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Wednesday burst open the doors leading to Principal Weems' office, his expression a mixture of urgency and determination. "I need to speak with Rowan. I can't find him," he demanded. Principal Weems looked up from her computer, her eyes narrowing slightly. "It won't be possible, I'm afraid. He's been expelled."

"For what?" Wednesday asked incredulously.

"Never you mind," Weems replied, her tone dismissive. "He'll be on the first train out this afternoon. However, I would like to know what you and Miss Winters were doing out in the woods with him in the first place."

Wednesday's irritation was evident. "I've told you already. We heard a noise and went to investigate it."

Weems scoffed, clearly unconvinced. "That excuse might have placated the sheriff, but you can't fool me. You had a psychic vision, didn't you?" Wednesday remained silent, confirming her suspicion with his lack of denial.

"I realized you might be having them when we passed by the accident, and you knew that poor farmer had broken his neck," Weems continued. "Your mother started to have visions around your age. They were notoriously unreliable and dangerous. I remember at first, she thought she might be losing her mind. Have you spoken to her about them?"

As Weems spoke, Wednesday fidgeted uncomfortably, clearly disliking the topic.

Weems' eyes sharpened, her voice cutting through the tension. "Clearly, the person withholding information here is you."

"May I go now?" Wednesday asked, eager to escape the uncomfortable interrogation. "Not until you've picked your extracurricular activity. We want our students to be well-rounded," Principal Weems replied with a smile. "I prefer to remain sharp-edged," Wednesday retorted.

Ignoring his comment, Weems continued, "I've taken the liberty of putting together a list of clubs that have openings." She handed Wednesday a clipboard.

He scanned through the list, a slight look of disgust in his eyes. "How thoughtful," he remarked, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You need to have picked one by the end of the day. I'll be keeping an eye on you. No doubt you'll find something that tickles your fancy."  Wednesday reluctantly picked up the clipboard and spoke, "The last person who tickled me lost a finger." With that said, he turned and left the room, the clipboard held loosely at his side.

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In a secluded cabin deep within the woods, Lilith stood at a wooden table covered with an assortment of ancient tomes, candles, and mystical artifacts. The dim light from the flickering candles cast eerie shadows on the walls, adding to the mystical ambiance of the room. The air was thick with the scent of herbs and incense, creating an otherworldly atmosphere.

Lilith, dressed in a flowing dark robe and her eyes in their fog like state, moved gracefully around the cabin. Her eyes, sharp and focused, scanned the pages of an old spellbook as she whispered incantations under her breath. She reached for a vial of moonwater, its shimmering liquid catching the candlelight, and carefully poured it into a small cauldron.

The cauldron began to bubble and emit a faint, ethereal glow. Lilith added a pinch of powdered nightshade and a few drops of dragon's blood resin, each ingredient causing the mixture to hiss and change colour. She stirred the concoction with a silver wand, her movements precise and deliberate.

"By the light of the moon and the power of the stars, reveal the truth that hides in the shadows," Lilith chanted, her voice steady and commanding. As she spoke, the flames of the candles flickered more intensely, responding to her invocation.

She reached for a crystal ball, its surface smooth and cool to the touch. Holding it above the cauldron, she closed her eyes and concentrated, channeling her energy into the spell. The room seemed to vibrate with unseen forces, the air humming with latent power.

Slowly, an image began to form within the crystal ball. Shapes and colours swirled, coalescing into a clear vision. Lilith's eyes snapped open, and she peered into the crystal, her brow furrowing in concentration.

The vision revealed a dark figure lurking in the shadows, its presence menacing and foreboding. Lilith's heart raced as she recognized the symbol on the figure's cloak—the same flower with a skull in the middle that she and Wednesday had seen on the mysterious page. Her mind raced with questions and possibilities, trying to piece together the puzzle that was unfolding before her.

The vision faded, leaving Lilith with a sense of urgency. She knew she had to warn Wednesday and the others. There was a darkness looming over Nevermore, and she couldn't face it alone.

Gathering her supplies, Lilith extinguished the candles and carefully placed the spellbook back on the shelf. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for the challenges ahead. 

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Wednesday came across Xavier practicing archery. He watched as Xavier fired an arrow, hitting the target with precision. Xavier turned and saw Wednesday standing there, a hint of surprise on his face.

"Huh. You actually showed up. Ever shot a bow and arrow before?" Xavier asked.

"Only on live targets," Wednesday replied, his tone flat and serious.

Xavier blinked but continued, "Okay." He grabbed another arrow from the quiver and aimed at the target. "Square stance... load the arrow like this, yellow side out... three fingers... pull back, and... let it fly." He released the arrow, which landed two stripes away from the bullseye. "Any questions?"

Wednesday didn't hesitate. "When's the last time you saw your roommate Rowan?"

Xavier chuckled lightly. "You mean the one that was killed by a monster? The Harvest Festival. Haven't talked to him since, but his side of the room was all packed up this morning. Rowan's always been a little off, but the last couple of weeks he's been more erratic. You know, telekinesis can mess with your head. He started to freak me out."

Xavier released another arrow before turning his curiosity back to Wednesday. "So, what's the deal with you and Lilith?" Wednesday's eyes narrowed, and he furrowed his brows. "Oh, I'm sorry, were you the only one who got to ask non-archery questions here?" Xavier added, sensing the tension.

"There's no deal with the two of us. She is just helping me get out of town, nothing more," Wednesday replied, folding his arms.

Xavier hummed before he spoke, "Yeah, well let me give you some advice. Steer clear of Tyler, you and Lilith should." He handed Wednesday the bow and an arrow.

"Why? Because he's a normie?" Wednesday asked, his tone tinged with skepticism.

Xavier looked at the Addams boy and explained, "Cause Tyler and his friends are a bunch of jerks, and I don't want Lilith getting mixed up with them, even though she can take care of herself and send hell their way. They can't stand the fact that this school's propping up their Podunk town."

Xavier's complaint hung in the air before Wednesday retorted, "Says the boy whose life was served to him on a silver platter."

"Hey, you know, boys in glass houses--!"

"Should throw bigger stones," Wednesday cut him off, grabbing an apple from a nearby crate. He continued, "At least I'm not an elitist snob." With a swift motion, he threw the apple into the air, quickly drawing the bow and firing an arrow. The arrow pierced the apple mid-flight and embedded itself in the bullseye of the target.

"Ouch," Xavier muttered, visibly impressed despite himself.

Wednesday turned to him, his gaze piercing. "What do you know about Lilith?"

Xavier hesitated, scratching the back of his neck uncomfortably. "Um, all I know is when she arrived, she had a huge fight with another group. Obviously, she won 'cause she's the only witch here."

Wednesday's curiosity was piqued. "How did she win?"

Xavier met Wednesday's eyes, his expression serious. "She killed them."

The weight of Xavier's words hung in the air, thick and palpable. Wednesday's mind raced, trying to reconcile this new information with the image he had of Lilith. He had always sensed there was more to her than met the eye, but this revelation added a new layer of complexity.

Wednesday's expression remained unreadable, but his mind was a whirlwind of thoughts. Lilith's past was shrouded in mystery, and this dark chapter only added to the enigma.

"Does she talk about it?" Wednesday inquired, trying to piece together more of the puzzle.

Xavier shook his head. "No, she doesn't. And most people don't ask. There's a respect for her strength, but also a fear. She's powerful, and she's seen things most of us can't even imagine."

Wednesday nodded, absorbing the information. "Thank you," he said, though his mind was already racing ahead, trying to figure out what this meant for his own situation.

Xavier gave a small nod, seemingly relieved the conversation was over. "Just be careful, Wednesday. There's more to Lilith than meets the eye."

Wednesday didn't respond, lost in thought. He had always known Lilith was different, but this new information painted her in a new, darker light. As he walked away from the archery range, his mind churned with questions and possibilities. What had driven Lilith to such extremes?  He knew one thing for sure: he needed to talk to Lilith. Not just about the Poe Cup, but about everything. There were too many secrets at Nevermore, and he was determined to uncover them all.

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By: SilverMist707

I hope you all enjoy it <3