Enid pov next! :)

"Those who surround me suffer, either thinking that it is really my fault or that I am obeying the commands of another, none of those thoughts are exactly correct, and again I don't really care about what they think of me or my actions, because in the end we all know, just the moment they have been attacked, they will know that my strength isn't murder, isn't the power of a mindless beast, it's the ability of manipulation. 

I can make you think that I am innocent without saying a word, I can make you blame me when you really should. My best specialty is making you regret living, surely a few you could have escaped but none of you did. I am not all that bad. Most deaths are made by my victims' decision. Other times, I would stick my hand into their flesh.

At least that is what I tell myself in order not to look at myself with pity and rage, and just so I wouldn't live in fear of driving myself off the edge of despair. So, what I just said was probably not completely true.

However, I do not really feel guilty at all, after multiple murders, in fact sometimes my actions scare myself, which in my opinion is the most suitable punishment for all these deaths of innocent people. Of course, this is not completely accurate to what's exactly happening right now.

Somehow, almost every single day, I manage to hear the voices of not one but two people, assuming that they are female based on the sound I've heard. I couldn't really believe that the voices were even real since I haven't heard an actual conversation in days and it is likely to be a mere figment of my imagination, which, of course is the most logical explanation for hearing voices as such everyday.

The two voices, one in pain and one in anger, the one in pain seems to be recovering. I am honestly surprised that if the voices were real it means that some people are actually willing to enter the place Death comes the most. If you think about it, it really is unbelievable.

I began to speak to myself since there is no one I'm aware of around, 'What kind of psychopath would be-' I immediately stopped myself once a painful thought strike me in the skull and threw a shiver down my spine.

I thought, what if she is still alive, what if she never died, I tried to calm myself by saying that even if it's true, I can easily kill her, now that she is all worn out. I sighed in relief and stood up with boredom. There isn't really much to do now that she's gone.

I thought to myself that maybe wandering around would help, and that's what I did, though, what choice did I have? 

Walking in this graveyard of a forest brings back so many dark memories, the trees all crooked, breaking branches, some are still driving through unusual body parts still covered in blood, it makes me suddenly remember the amount of people who have died from a heart attack in fear, trying not to glare and trying not to glance, my neck is currently covered in sweat, and my eyes were bulging out of my head.

I eventually came across the start of my nightmares, the odd, dark cave with the weird shaped entrance. Honestly the place wasn't all that bad, despite it's history of screams and deaths, which really isn't the best combination.

It didn't really look all that welcoming, but and again, I don't really expect much from a place as such. It was better than nothing, if I am supposed to live this way for the rest of my life, I probably wouldn't be looking forward to seeing some actual entertainment since there really isn't any.

Still there are creatures of all sorts to kill, lives to ruin, I do enjoy it, although it is different from what I am use to. I don't really kill for enjoyment, I kill for body parts to collect.

Now that both Laurel and former number two are gone, things have been hard and I have regrets. Not much but regrets. If anything, I do miss you, Wednesday, I miss all of Nevermore. It isn't really different than before, it's just boring that's all, I suppose I can survive boring.

Some areas still had police tape surrounding them, as I was wandering around the place, one section caught me by surprise. As I approached the area that caught my eye, I walked towards it, shoving the police tape out of my way.

It was where the elderly man I killed camped, the camera was now gone along with the photos it took, I grew curious, but and again, I don't really expect myself to feel anything else, to be honest.

Inside the tent there wasn't much, I started to wonder if he was poor or perhaps even homeless, I thought I would have found torches but, the only light that I am able to create with what I could find is from matches. For a second I thought about setting the place on fire and hoping to die along with whatever nightmare I would find in the other areas surrounded by police tape.

I leaned my back at the back of the tent and saw a small pile of paper, slightly stained and slightly torn, some were a bit damp but I didn't care, I know that I wanted to do something, literally anything, but I didn't expect myself to come across this, it was one of those small miracle things in life, I suppose.

I began to carefully count every peice of paper, trying to check repeatedly until I was sure of the amount of pages there are, 36, I was shocked to find an amount as such, not knowing the old man could afford more than 10.

I wasn't able to find a pen, which kind of made sense, I decided to use what I could find. It wasn't much, but it was something. I decided to continue this way, doodling. Just seeing what I could do.

Is it weird if hes using a feather? Rofl

I moved my hand around and around to form a shape on the peice of paper, drawing something that I couldn't stop thinking about, a face, eyes with annoyance, slightly sharp cheekbones, dry lips, all on anhead that is slightly shaped like a hexagon. Wednesday. I couldn't stop thinking about Wednesday.

Sighing heavily, I looked at it. I didn't really care for her, but I had the feeling that she was the only student of Nevermore who was really able to trust me. Everything she thought we had, it wasn't even real, for all I know. That doesn't make her naive.

That is what I am thinking about, how can she stay by my side until the very end? I'm not complaining, it was manipulation, it was supposed to go that way, how can she be completely clueless at first? 

I never thought having a phoney relationship with an Addams would be so easy. Ever so simple, as if she was playing me into thinking that or letting my guard down, that is what I was afraid of, but no, she was acting like a total fool all the way down, did she suspect anything?

Of course, she hardly ever showed any affection towards my actions, but she believed that I was an ally. She believed in everything I said, as if she had no brain whatsoever.

Girl like her, so smart, so strong, so independent, yet you chose to ignore the fact that all those who surround you can be a possible enemy. Unless, you thought that I was a perfect slave, a loyal assistant. You thought that I was someone who could be controlled. 

I pinched my skin with frustration as I came across the thought, but then I realized that perhaps it was the way my plan was supposed to work. Now, I didn't quite know whether I should've been furious or satisfied. Somehow after all that, I didn't even feel a bit of guilt, perhaps a little but, still. Is guilt even something that I was supposed to feel?

I had absolutely no intention of feeling something that I shouldn't feel, was it really my fault that all those had to suffer? Without knowing it, I was writing my thoughts down, I suppose that is simply how deep I am into my thoughts.

It was that time of the night again, I heard the voice of the one in pain and the one in anger. If the one in pain really was her, then I wonder who the one in anger could possibly be. Even if I know, would the one in anger know that she was one of the unknown Nevermore enemies? Could she have been another person that Wednesday will be forced to go after?

I wasn't really loving the sound nor idea of that theory. I have decided to go towards the sound, I could easily destroy them. The voices were muffled and I couldn't hear the conversations properly. I tried to anyway, there wasn't any particular reason not to, of course.

Walking through the forest, stepping on twigs, crunching leaves into bits, I passed many other zones that were surrounded by police tape. All murders and all caused by me. Wiping off the remaining blod that covered my face, I furrowed my eyebrows and came to a stop, realizing that I was getting closer to the van.

I wasn't afraid of the van, I wasn't afraid of her, I didn't get why I stopped. It wasn't fear, it wasn't anything, what was it? I was afraid that I might go nuts from this. That's when I heard it, the word, the name, 'Yoko'.

My heart stopped, I wanted to kill her of course, I wanted to kill anything or anyone right now, my current victim wasn't far away, right here and right now. I had the chance,but I didn't want to take it, at least not now. I figured that I would either end in disappointment, or the one in anger would be much more powerful and attack me from behind.

So I came too a stop, and I decided that it was probably best for me to walk away. I really didn't want to interfere with the two of them. Things were perfect silent when I was back in the tent of the elderly man.

That's when I heard something different, I wasn't sure how, but I am positive that I knew there was a suitable victim not so far away. One just laying there, not doing anything, I am getting a half dead sensation about this one, it won't last long, but it was something. 

I could hear it, the noise ringing in my ears, the sound of heavy eyelids slowly collapsing to the bottom of the skin, dusting with the eyelashes, the sound of breathing, not rapid and not slow, the sound of lips getting sucked in with the sound of a heavy sigh that broke out from the back of teeth.

I ran at full speed with my eyes and body expanding, facial characteristics changing. I wanted to leap towards my new prey, ignoring the fact that I heard the two voices grow with suspension that I passed by. I didn't know what I would find, yet I didn't care, no matter what it was, I would tear it from limb to limb. I was not gonna stop, I knew it was close. 

Eventually, I came across a body, on the ground, in the mud, still damp from the rain, it seemed like it had been there for days. I wasn't really aware of what it looked like, my vision grows blurry and red everytime I appear in hyde form.

This is the easiest chapter I've made haha.

I forcefully started to tear the skin, and I could feel the almost lifeless bod staring at me. I saw the fingers clutching the ground tightly, hearing the heavy breathing and panting, I lifted my head, and slowly cleared my vision, I was finally able to see the face, spattered in blood, and after the days of rain and mud, I could still recognize it.

I did not understand what was going on, I did not understand why she was here. Trying to speak between multiple inhales and exhales, 'To-Today, must be my lucky day.' she lowered her jaw and spoke

I have always thought that out of all people, Wednesday would be the one with a death wish, but I didn't expect it to be like this, why did she choose to die this way? I mean, it is quite obvious that she had planned her dath, but I expected her to hang herself or fall off a cliff, but of course, I didn't know why she was here, I didn't think she had come here just to die, right?

I stopped when she blacked out, and made sure that she wasn't dead, the injuries were not as serious and intense as the others, the others usually had arms and legs flying out along with a missing head. Luckily, things weren't that bad, she was still badly hurt.

I knew that right now, the only thing that I could offer her was poor health care and medication, but there's no blaming me. I took her to the tent, and I thought that when she's treated enough and can walk properly, I would have to leave as she sends herself to the nearest hospital.

When I lit a fire, I told myself that when she wakes up, there's no use to talk to her unless she starts, the only thing I could do right now was help."

Welp, that was unbelievably fast.