Wenclair

~47~

Wednesday's POV:

"What the fuck?" I say as I look back and forth at the Enids.

Why are there two? Wait... Jason.

"Who's the fraud?" I ask them. They point at each other.

"That's the fraud!" They say in unison.

Holy fuck. I watch as the Enid by the door walks over to us. I back away, not knowing if it's Jason or not.

"Who's the real Enid?" I say.

"I am!" They both reply.

I smack my hand on my head. Dumb idea, Wednesday.

"Okay," I say, sighing. I fold my arms.

How can I figure out who's the real one?

"What's something only Enid would know?" I ask.

"You actually love your brother Pugsley!" They both call out.

I roll my eyes and groan. I'm becoming impatient. What's the only thing that Enid would...

I got it.

I storm past them, earning some confused looks. I open my desk drawer and pull out the butterfly knife. I spin it until the blade comes out.

I grin as I turn around to face them. I dangle the knife out in front of me and taunt them.

Suddenly, the Enid that walked over from the door rushes over and grabs my wrists. "No knives, Wens!" She calls out.

I furrow my eyebrows as I look past her shoulder. "You bitch!" I scream, trying to break free from Enid. "You motherfucking bitch! Jason!" I grunt. I toss the knife aside and Enid still holds me back.

"Let me go," I say, sternly.

"No." She replies.

I get more agitated. I use all the strength I have to push her off of me. She lands on the floor and I lunge at Jason.

"Come here!"

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Enid's POV:

All four of us sit on chairs beside Jason's bedside. Well, technically three. Wednesday sits far away. I forced her to come.

Wednesday attacked Jason after pushing me down. I tried to pull her off but she was too strong. Like anger puts more power in your strength or something.

I had to call Yoko and Layla down for help. He lies on the bed, unconscious.

I told Layla about everything that happened. I had to tell them everything. I can't get Wens to speak to them. She hasn't spoken a word since we arrived at the nurse's office.

She could've killed him. Thank god she didn't have the knife.

"Huh?" I hear a mumble.

I turn my head from Wednesday to find Jason awake. Layla stands next to the bed.

"Jason! Jason, are you alright?" She asks.