Here Lies Love ✯ isaac night

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It is quite a peculiar business -  the cutting of the strings.

The strings, dark, dainty and almost appearing to be tendrils of smoke, caused such suffering, such darkness all with a small snip.

For when it is destined for a person's demise to inevitably occur, the strings must be cut - to refuse the cut would be like tilting the scale of life and death out of balance.

And what a terribly delicate balance it was.

Wednesday knew how strict Demitra was when it came for her strings - her use of them was as probable as her laughing.

She also knew what a lost cause was - and the likelihood of Demitra using her strings on those they were fighting against was just that.

''Miss Addams, who are you talking to?'' Professor Orloff spoke to Wednesday, who had just had an intense disagreement with her spirit guide.

''Professor, did you ever teach Francoise Galpin?'' the Addams girl queried.

''She was Francoise Night in those days, but science didn't hold her interest, unlike her brother.''

''Franciose had a brother?''

''Isaac. He was the most brilliant daVinci I've ever met. I owe him my life. He designed this life support system for me.''

Wednesday raised an eyebrow, ''You two must have been close?''

''Haha! Isaac didn't care about people, well except for one, but he loved to play god.''

''Except for who?''

''A girl, the two were extremely close, it was quiet the love story back then.''

''What was the name of the girl?''

''Well I...I don't exactly remember. Her name might as well have vanished.''

''Hmm.. you said daVinci's loved Augustus Stonehurst. Was Isaac one of his students?''

''Stonehurst was his mentor. He built Isaac that secret lab at Iago tower, they were thick as thieves, until the night the lab exploded. ''

''What happened to Isaac?''

''His body was never found; some say he ran away, others that he's buried under the skull tree - that's just an urban legend but you're welcome to try and dig him up.''

Wednesday froze before rushing out of the room.

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''Agnes, grab Demitra.''

Demitra froze in her seat, chewing and swallowing the bite of apple she had just taken, ''What?''

The creepy redhead appeared out of thin air and pulled Demitra up, bringing her to follow Wednesday who marched into the school.

Demitra was dragged into a small classroom, where a smug Eugene and Pugsley had started a business selling homework answers and fireworks left over from Camp Jericho.

Wednesday swiftly stalked forward, skipping the queue much to the students' discontent, and slammed the box of fireworks shut.

''Stores closed. Everybody out.'' she glared.

The room erupted into sighs and groans before they left.

''Your zombie. When is the last time you saw him?''

After Pugsley's silence persisted she said, ''You know my waterboard is in my closet.''

Agnes then squeaked. ''Right next to her skeletons.''

Wednesday rolled her eyes at the girl's antics.

''I saw him at pilgrim world, okay? But slurp's gone now, for good.''

''His name is Isaac night.''

Demitra looked away, the name sending a sharp pain running through her head, like a needle had been pressed into her skull.

''Isaac night?'' Pugsley asked.

Wednesday ignored him, ''And how do you know he's gone.''

I might have let him go, don't tell dad, I kind of lied to him.''

''What a bold move for someone who has no poker face, and you Demitra? Did you see him?''

''No?'' Demitra lied. 

''I can tell by the way you avoid eye contact that you're lying, you let him go as well didn't you?''

''no what gives you that idea?'' Demitra laughed awkwardly, unable to meet Wednesday's hard stare, ''alright fine but he isn't.. evil, not like everyone thinks he is, he deserved a chance.''

Wednesday then turned to Agnes and ordered, ''Dig up everything you can find on Isaac Night.''

''He's just trying to live his life now that he's got a second chance.'' Pugsley cried.

''Your heart is as soft as your skull, can your pea brain remember anything else.''

''He dropped this.'' Pugsley said, handing his sister a photo.

''He's looking for his sister.''

That is when Demitra saw a glimpse of the photo, an asylum mugshot of a girl with tatty dark hair and a gaunt face who she presumed to be Francoise Night.

A flash of blinding light filled her mind, before the image of two girls laughing with her - Francoise and a young Morticia - popped into her brain accompanied by a dull ache.

Demitra's breathing became tighter and tighter until she struggled to pull a deep breath. A sharp pain filled her mind, blooming from the middle before it filled her entire head.

The girl ran out of the classroom much to everyone's surprise, and crashed into the seat in the hallway, clawing at her chest begging for a breath.

Wednesday moved into the hallway and rushed over to Demitra and grabbed her chin in her hand, inspecting the girl's face.

''Dark irises, lack of breath, visions - you've had dark magic used on you,'' Wednesday told the panicking girl.

''W - what?''

''You have found yourself trapped in my quick sand of investigations Demitra, tell me what you know.''

''At least let me get my breath first!''

''Demitra.''

The silence of the pause was deafening.

''I know nothing, Wednesday.''

With a frustrated sigh, Wednesday left the corridor and the distraught girl.

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