Wednesday Addams and the Fearsome Four

Chapter 1: The drive home

By Dr. John Smith

Wednesday gripped her bleeding, terribly wrapped nub as Ash drove through the dense forest and onto a highway. She began to think about her family, her loving family that had been turned into Deadites by the Necronomicon. She began to cry at their memory. Ash looked over, not knowing what to do, he flipped on the radio. The song "Look To The Skies" began to play. "Now listen kid. I know you're upset about your family becoming a bunch of evil, soul sucking demons, but look on the bright side."

Wednesday looked over, her eyes stained with tears, "What bright side?"

Ash gulped, "You can get a sweet chainsaw hand." He looked back to the road. "Besides, I've been in your shoes. Multiple times actually. I've dealt with Deadites more than any natural human should deal with Deadites."

Wednesday didn't respond, only looking out the window. He pulled the car over. "What're you doing?" She asked, not looking at him. She heard the chainsaw being thrown in the back seat and the clicking of a metal object. She glanced, and Ash had a metal hand.

"I'm gonna properly wrap that nub until Herbert can get a look at ya." Ash told her. He then proceeded to replace the bloody and dirty cloth with actual gauze and tape. He threw the old wrapping to the side of the road and they proceeded to drive.

On the drive, Ash was singing along to some Elvis song, something about Hound Dogs. Wednesday didn't care. She was still in shock over loosing her family to a book. "See, much easier to drive with two hands." He joked. She didn't laugh, "Geez. Tough crowd." A few hours later. Wednesday tugged on Ash's shirt, interrupting his awful singing. "You can speak up and talk you know."

"I need to use the bathroom."

"There isn't a rest stop for another few miles." Wednesday huffed, "Now missy. Just because you saw what that book can do, doesn't mean you can get all 'Little Miss Princess I get what I want' on me." Wednesday stared him down, Ash staring back. Her eyes began to water. "Now don't start crying on me." She began to sniffle, Ash caved in. "All right. Hold it for another few miles."

The car drove into the rest stop. Ash unlocking the door, "All right kiddo, go pee or whatever." He said, leaning his chair back.

"Come with."

Ash shot straight up, "Why the hell do you need me? You're old enough to do it yourself. You're like 10 aren't you?"

"It's kind of hard to use the bathroom with only one hand."

Ash rolled his eyes, "You're lucky you're a cute kid. Or else I'd say deal with it." Ash said, getting out of the car. The two entered the women's bathroom. A mother shrieking at the sight of Ash. "Get out! This is for women only!"

"Lady! I'm helping my kid!" He said, pointing to Wednesday, who at this point, was doing a little dance that said 'Would you hurry up, my bladder won't last longer.' "Ok, go in the stall. I'll wait." He said, leaning against the sink.

"I need help. I can't properly pull-"

"I'm not getting into a bathroom stall with you, now go!"

Wednesday huffed, "If I fall in. It's your fault 'father'."

"I'll tell your 'mother' you will be missed." He joked. Wednesday rolled her eyes and slammed the stall door. Ash leaned against the sink.

"You seem like a good father. How old is she?" The woman asked.

"She's around 10."

"Why does she have one hand? Was she in an accident?"

"No no, she has a genetic thing, same as me. Born without a left hand." Ash 'explained.'

"Father! I need help! I can't pull my tights up!" Wednesday yelled from the stall. Ash rolled his eyes.

"I'm comin I'm comin!" He opened the stall and shut it. He helped the poor girl with her tights.

"Thank you." She said, looking away.

"Yeah yeah. Get in the car." Ash said, walking Wednesday back to the car. On the drive, Wednesday huffed, Ash looked over. "What's wrong now?"

"Where are we going?"

"Keep your pants on and wait. We'll get there when we get there." Ash said, turning the radio back on, a news reporter interrupting.

"We interrupt the all day Elvis Presley marathon to bring you a news update. A school but of children that disappeared in the 1970's was recently recovered. In recent reports, children in Derry, Main have gone missing." Ash turned the radio off.

"Figures. Can't have my Elvis marathon." Ash groaned. Wednesday let out a sigh of relief.

"Bummer."

"No worries. I have a CD collection." Ash said, pulling out the Jail House Rock album.

"Drat!" Wednesday yelled in annoyance. Ash began singing along and Wednesday starting banging her head against the dashboard.

For those unaware. I wrote a story a few years ago called "Wednesday Addams and the Evil Dead" where Wednesday Addams and her family visit The Cabin. Long story short, everyone but her becomes a Deadite and Ash saves her. This picks up directly after that. This is a direct sequel.