#i think there is a beautiful symmetry to be found between Enid and Tyler

[krikeymate]

The scene is an underground crypt. It’s dusty, no-one has been down here in a long time. On the wall are chains, a bloody and beaten body hangs. It looks up, the scarred face of Tyler glares outwards. He grunts and growls, unable to form words around his broken jaw.

Wednesday stares at him from the doorway, face impassive. Her hand rests on the handle of the thick stone door. “For what it’s worth, I’m sorry it had to come to this.” She goes to close the door.

A hand touches hers, multicoloured nails contrasting against the pale skin.

“Wait-” “Enid.” “Please... just a moment.”

Wendesday sighs and steps back, hand slipping from the door. Enid gives her a small smile, gratitude in her eyes.

She steps into the room, eyes hardening as she turns to look at Tyler. Dust billows with every step, until they’re face to face. She drags her eyes over his, searching. For a moment she feels a kinship to him, how could she not. Their twin scars, their shitty home lives, their... connection... with Wednesday. Wednesday.

She leans forward, and whispers,

“What does it feel like?” A pause. “To lose.”

Her lips twitch upwards as the words enrage the boy, snarling and thrashing in his chains despite the broken bones.

She allows herself this satisfaction, after all he had done to her, after all he had done to her.

Enid spins on her heel, a bounce to her step as she leaves the room, dragging the door closed behind her.

Wednesday fastens the lock and turns to her, her unblinking eyes peer deep into her soul, or so it feels like.

“What did you say to him?”

“Nothing important,” Enid replies, reaching out for Wednesday’s hand.

“C’mon, let’s get home and get cleaned up.”