The Sins We Come From
So I said I was only gonna do one comic.. AND I AM. But this writing idea in my mind was so good that I needed to write it out. My hope is that I can eventually adapt this into a comic of mine, but baby steps. Anyway, this is chapter one. It's effectively an entire rewrite of season one of Wednesday from Marilyn and Larissa's perspective. I'm normally more stringent to the heart of a show. But given that the show Wednesday is a bastardization of the original Addams Family franchise (which I love). I would much rather focus on the few side characters I actually like from the show, and distance it from the Addams Family.
It was cold, it felt cold, and it was dark. There was a noise to the eery quietness that sounded like shrill screams, small high pitched screams, it made the red head claw at her own back. Something inside her telling her that she was in debt, and needed to give payment, yet she didn't know what.
A gasp filled Marilyn's lungs as she lurched up from the couch; a cold sweat ran over her. A dream, that's all it was, a dream. A gentle touch startled the woman, whipping her head around to see, Larissa Weems. Marilyn's supervisor, headmistress of Nevermore. "You're in a cold sweat, what happened?" Larissa asked with a gentle concern. Marilyn let out a heavy sigh "it's nothing, just a bad dream. I'm sorry I woke you" Marilyn said softly.
"Oh dont be" Larissa said "here, perhaps if you came to bed with me you'd be more comfortable" the ivory haired woman added in that flattering tone she used when trying to get her way. She batted her lashes softly but there was, perhaps a hint of need behind those royal blue eyes of her's.
Marilyn shook her head "no, actually, I think I should just head to my cottage" Marilyn said sitting up from Larissa's couch. Larissa's face shifted slightly. "It's nearly midnight" Larissa stated in a tone that grew firmer. Marilyn stumbled in the dim light of Larissa's living room, grabbing her coat and purse. "I know, but really, I've overstayed my welcome. Thank you for... everything" Marilyn said.
The red head left before Larissa could argue. Larissa closed her eyes and clenched her jaw. In that moment Larissa tried to recall the events that led her here. Marilyn was driven, intelligent, and so kind with their students. It attracted Larissa, from a professional standpoint, or that's what Larissa told herself for the first year of Marilyn's employment here.
Larissa blamed herself, fraternizing with faculty is no way to behave. Granted it wasn't against school policy, Larissa was sure of it, she'd read the employee handbook inside and out, made revisions to it. Ironic, before Marilyn came in, Larissa was considering adding an amendment clause to the policy stating that employees cannot engage in intimate relations with superiors. Granted Larissa can't fire someone on her own, she'd have to go to the superintendent with write ups and work ups to fire anyone.
Larissa blinked and scoffed at herself, her head was back at work again. But it was easier wasnt it? Her work, easier than weaving through the mess of personal boundaries she broke when she became entangled with Marilyn. Larissa turned to her bedroom, and padded off to bed, where she could pretend to get some rest.
Marilyn treded through the schoolgrounds under the moonlight, slinking into her cottage with shame.
I was too harsh, I left too quickly, I'm being too cold to her.
One of the many thoughts ruminating in Marilyn's head as she turned the lights on in her living room. She set her things down and pulled her blouse off. She would've tossed the article of clothing aside had it not been for the blood soaking through it. Only then did her whirlwind of thoughts pause enough for her to register the stinging of her left shoulder blade.
Stumbling into the bathroom Marilyn turned her shoulder, deep rake marks, about six inches in length. A gentle touch of her own fingertips against the damaged skin elicited a hiss of pain from Marilyn. Perhaps in her hurry to get to the cottage, she caught herself on the branches of one of the many trees on Nevermore grounds, and she was in too much of a mental fog to register.
That was it, that had to be it, how else could she have gotten it. Marilyn turned the sink's faucet, letting the water warm while she grabbed a bag of cotton balls from the cupboard. Trying to clean her cut, trying to dismiss the way her skin flinched when she dabbed at it. Marilyn wasn't squeamish by any means, but looking at the red soaked cotton balls strewn across the bathroom counter made her hair stand on end.
The next morning Marilyn was up early in Nevermore's green house, she heard the distinct sound of heels clacking against the concrete floor. Looking up she saw Larissa, a squirming tension threaded between them that neither would acknowledge at the moment, no matter how much it begged. "Larissa, how was your morning?" Marilyn said with a soft smile. Larissa took in a breath "hectic, you have Wednesday Addams in your fourth period don't you?" Larissa asked though she knew the answer.
Marilyn nodded "uhm, yes, although she's been sporadic, either coming in late or skipping all together." Marilyn admitted. A scoff came from the principal at Marilyn's admission "Sheriff Galpin called today the minute I got into office. He claims he's noticed a black haired teen lurking around the crime scenes, with a deathly pale complexion" Larissa said. Marilyn grimmaced "She's a morbid teen, too curious is all. She wouldn't do anything so drastic, and if she did I doubt she'd be so secretive" Marilyn said. Larissa shook her head "Sheriff Galpin wont agree, if he finds a way to pin this on Nevermore then we're finished, for good." Larissa said, her tone stern with a sense of urgency.
Marilyn felt concern bubble in her chest, pulling of her gardening gloves before resting her bare hand onto Larissa's "whatever happens you have people in your corner." Marilyn assured, "Sheriff Galpin is just too hung on this town's past... everyone in this town is." Marilyn added with a lowered tone, as if it was something too venomous to be said. Larissa softened, her shoulders relaxing ever so slightly, "thank you, for listening" Larissa said with a smile.
The screeching of the school bell interrupted them, Larissa turned her head up slightly listening to it ring. "Right, well, good luck with your first period Ms. Thornhill" Larissa said before turning towards the door. "Thank you." Marilyn called back as she watched the headmistress dissappear into the hallway.
It was only early in the day, but Marilyn already felt uneasy.
