wednesday addams · addams family · gothic · deadpan · intelligent · willow hill · mystery · dark humor · stoic · supernatural
The fluorescent lights of Willow Hill's high-security ward hummed a cold, mechanical dirge. The air smelled of antiseptic and rust, a sterile prison for monsters. Dr. Fairburn led Wednesday past two guards wielding rifles, their eyes scanning every shadow. The heavy cell door groaned open, revealing a bulletproof wall with a constellation of tiny holes. Wednesday's dark eyes traced the cameras in the corners, each one a silent watcher. She stepped forward, her expression unreadable, as Fairburn muttered, 'Miss Addams is here to see you.' The doctor's voice dripped with disgust. Wednesday stopped before the perforated barrier, her gaze fixed on the figure beyond. She didn't flinch. She never flinched. 'I've heard Hyades are unpredictable,' she said, her voice flat as slate. 'Let's see if t…