Celia Thorpe

The mastermind

Ik it's been a little slow (ok very slow) but I'm back at school and can't be bothered so just gonna do most on weekends when I don't have homework which is never but oh well.

Wednesday stepped up to Celia, and whispered something in her ear.

Celia seemed to stir, and slowly woke up.

The first thing she noticed was the pain in her head.

Then she noticed the handcuffs around her wrists, and Celia remembered what happened.

Slowly, her vision became less blurry as Wednesday came into focus.

"Wednesday? What is this? Let me go!"

"For the last time, I am not Wednesday!"

Still feeling groggy, Celia frowned at Wednesday.

Or not Wednesday. But yeah.

"What?"

"My name, is Goody Addams."

Realisation dawned on Celia's face.

"When you healed her last term, you actually possessed her?"

"Not quite. I haven't fully controlled her. Her little blackouts, that was me."

"Why? What do you want with her?"

Goody smiled.

"Wednesday was only ever a means to an end. I intended to make full use of her, but your appearance at Nevermore changed my plan."

Oh shit.

"How am I involved in this? Why didn't you just kill me?"

Goody smiled, before walking over to the tombstone.

"I want my old body back. If I return, my powers will become far, far stronger. Of course, your dear Wednesday will end up dead."

"What?"

"If I hadn't saved her, she would have died of the stab wound. When I leave her body, she will die."

"You want me to bring you back to life? You know that that will probably kill me?"

"Probably."

Celia scoffed.
"You're crazy. I will never help you."

Goody's smile faded. One of her cronies stepped forwards from the edge of the clearing, handing her a long dagger. Its edge was ragged and sharp.

"Let me know when you change your mind.

Goody lunged forwards.

Xavier's POV:

Watching in horror, Xavier saw Goody lunge at his sister. Celia cried out. When Goody stepped backwards, he saw a deep red gash along her collar bone.

"Do you agree to help?"

"Never." Celia snapped.

Goody attacked again, this time cutting her stomach. Celia winced, trying not to cry out.

"I won't stop until you agree."

With fire in her eyes, Celia raised her head to look at Goody, and said a very nasty word that Xavier didn't know she knew.

She paid for with with a cut across her forehead.

For the next two hours, Xavier watched in horror as his sister was tortured in front of him. It took all of his self control to not run at Goody, knowing it would be no use. Goody continued slashing at Celia, cutting her face, arms, stomach.

To her credit, Celia wasn't crying. Well, not much.

Goody slapped her again.

"Will you help me?"

"I said no! Just let me go. I'm not helping you."

With an evil smile, Goody raised the knife and plunged it deep into Celia's stomach, carefully placing the strike so it wouldn't kill her.

Celia screamed, and the knife twisted.

Xavier couldn't take it any longer. From his belt, he pulled out a long dagger, and charged towards Goody.

The guards were so surprised that they made no immediate move.

Xavier pitched the dagger towards Goody's head.

With lightning fast reflexes, Goody spun around.

Some unseen force blocked the dagger from hitting her.

Shocked, Xavier wasn't able to fight back as one of the guards pushed him to his knees and handcuffed him.

Goody smiled. Celia watched in horror.

"Hello, Xavier. How long have you been hiding there?"

"About two and a half hours."

"Ah. And you saw everything?"

Xavier swallowed, his eyes flicking to his sister.

"Yes."

Goody smiled again, and Xavier was dragged to standing.

"I have no need if the boy. Dispose of him."

Despite herself, Celia gasped.

"No!"

All heads snapped to her.

"On second thoughts, bring the boy here."

Goody put her knife on Xavier's throat. She pressed harder and a bead of blood trickled down his neck.

"You will help me, Celia Thorpe, or your brother dies."

Xavier shook his head as hard as he could without hurting himself.

"You're bleeding. Hadn't you noticed? If you help me, I will spare you both."

Celia looked down as the wound. It was bleeding a lot.

"But it'll kill Wednesday."

"Or it'll kill you and your brother."

Celia stared at her brother again.

"Fine. But I need to be able to use my hands."

Goody snapped her fingers, and Celia's handcuffs were undone.

Celia knelt next to the tombstone.

Shakily, she closed her eyes.