Chapter Text
Ronan's POV
The separation thing was a good idea at the time because Benjamin was kinda annoying me. His snarky attitude was getting to me. Anyway, after some walking I found a killer mansion that looks like it was built in the 19th century. I pulled out my phone and texted Kerli.
'Hey. I found a badass mansion on 1313 Charles Street. Meet me there.' I hit send and a few seconds later, she texted back.
'Okay. Give us five minutes.' the text said. I smiled and slid my phone back in my pocket. I walked around the property for only three minutes when I saw a little girl sitting on the ground and playing with a doll without a head. She was wearing a black pioneer dress with a white collar and white cuffs; black stockings; and black shoes. Her hair was tied into braided pigtails and hung over her shoulders. She turned her head and stared at me with piercing red eyes.
"You don't dress like Uncle Fester," she coldly said, sending shivers down my back, "you don't look like him either. Do you know what that means?"
"That... I'm not Uncle Fester?" I inquired.
"Precisely. But, to be sure, let's play a game. It's called, 'Is There a God?'." I went confused before I realized what she meant: she was gonna electrocute me. I immediately bolted and she followed me. I was able to lose her inside the house. After I got outside, a blue/green/orange van parked by the porch.
"This is the place," a voice said. I peeked inside the van and I saw a guy with a freaky ass smile. I jumped back and fell over. Allison poked her head out the passenger window.
"You alright?" She asked.
"That guy scared the living crap out of me." I stated, pointing at the guy.
"You mean Jeff?"
"Uh..."
"Never mind that. Still have your radio?"
"Yeah."
"Have you used it yet?"
"No," the girl stood at the doorway and Allison turned on the radio.
"Sing along to the song that's playing!" Allison exclaimed as my song Control played.
'Until I should die, until I should break,
Not a god, not a devil my soul shall take.
If I should lie to betray myself,
Then I would damn myself, and my soul forsake.
I don't want fifteen minutes
Want a whole lot more,
Don't want to suffer the fools
And the spoils of war.
I don't want fifteen minutes,
Or a reason why.
I want a stainless steel road
Stretching off to the sky.
I don't need sentiment, want,
Or hate on my mind
No crimes of passion
Or obsessions in kind.
No walls, restraints,
Or momentary thrill,
No blood on my hands,
No time to kill
I want my Body,
I want my Soul,
Make the switch to automatic,
I want Control.
I want Control I want Control
I want Control
If I should give in,
If I should turn away
Not a god, not a devil
My soul could save.
I want more body,
I want more soul.
Make the switch to automatic,
I want Control
I want Control
I want Control
I want Control
I want Control
I want Control
I want Control'
The girl dropped her headless doll and moaned. She looked up at me and ran to me, only for me to move over and she bashed herself onto the door. The Jeff guy poked his head out.
"You okay, Wednesday?" He inquired.
"Fine, my favorite babysitter," the girl, apparently Wednesday, declared. She got to her feet and picked up her doll.
"Babysitter?" I asked astonishingly.
"Yes. Mother and father adore him as do my brother, uncle, and I."
"Okay, so you're not going to kill me?"
"Why do you ask?"
"I-" Suddenly, we heard an engine revving and saw a woman in white and an evil smile was slamming the accelerator. Allison pulled me and Wednesday in the van and Jeff drove off fast. The back could be more comfortable, but I didn't complain 'cause we were being chased by a madwoman. Allison pulled a gun from a duffle bag, opened the back door, and fired at the car behind us. The car swerved to the side of the road and exploded as Allison shut the door and tossed the gun back in the bag.
"Was gun fire that necessary?" I inquired.
"Either that or she kills us." I was about to say something but I stopped myself.
"Okay, we need to find this 'van' of yours, and get y'all's asses home." Jeff said from the front.
"Van?" Wednesday asked, "was it a dark blue color?"
"Yeah," I declared, "you saw it?"
"Yes. I was playing with Marie Antoinette, my doll, when I heard cries for help coming from a van. I went after it and that's all I remember."
"Same thing happened to me, Velma, and Mattie," Jeff said, "What caused that white stuff to be thrown at us, anyway?"
"All I can get as is whoever was driving the van was trying to get away with kidnapping." Allison figured. My phone rang and Kerli answered it, putting it on speaker.
"Kerli speaking," she said.
"Kerli, it's Hayley. Where's Ronan?" Stated a voice.
"I'm here," I said, "what's up?"
"There is a fucking living skeleton after me in a cemetery. Can you come help me before I get scared to death literally?"
"We'll be over ASAP."
"Thanks." I hung up and Jeff sped off to the cemetery.