Wednesday had always been more interested in the dark arts - death and sorcery. Pugsley, however, was more interested in the practical things - life, power, money, control.
“Get over here Lurch!” Puglsey yelled from his attic laboratory. Lurch stubbled up the stairs in his butler suit “Take off your clothes and get in the chair.” The bodies were easy to burn, but Pugsley liked to use the same suit 3 or 4 times before burning it. In a chair next to the one Lurch just sat in was another body, already dressed in a butler suit. Two electric rods came out the side of the wall on either side of Lurch’s neck. In just 2.7 seconds the electric wave cut off Lurch’s head and moved it to the next body.
Lurch clothed currently got up and dusted himself while groaning. Lurch the headless now started death throws that were bound to last for an hour or two. “Now stop groaning Lurch, that was almost a record. We almost got past 2.5 seconds. But your brain did die for a full 1.3 second… before getting revived on the new body. At this point Lurch old man I think you’re just dying because you’re used to it.”
“...eehhh..” was the vocal reply and the motions indicated he needed to get back to his duties and did not want another death for another week. As promised by his workers’ union.
There was a knock at the door. “Enter” said Pugsley. And Morticia, enticing and sinister as always, floated into the room. “Pugsley darling, you’re not killing yourself until you’re at least 18. Then you can decide if you want to endure the pain that is life. Until then, I want you to know that I will know if you switch your own body.”
“Yes, but is death for less than 3 seconds really ‘death’ per se”
“It’s the rule you will live by for the foreseeable future.” Morticia’s hard grin was almost a threat and Puglsey understood a better time or no time of death would be needed to convince his mother.
“Lurch, will you be a dear and prepare my bath?”
“Ehh.” Lurch’s affirmative nod and bow to Morticia appreciated the order in question form. Not long after that Morticia also floated out the room. First she had to check all the black rose potpourri she insisted on keeping in the attic. She made sure it was dead and dry enough then left with a frown that implied she was happy. Puglsey refused to open the windows when up there so Morticia was trying to smoke him out with fragrance. But she also left without searching any of his documents or getting in the way of his electrical lines.
Ancestor on his mothers side, Dr Frankenstien had harnessed electrical energy to resurrect a body after first seeing how long a chicken’s body survived after decapitation. He theorized the head might survive a minute too and decided to harness lightning. Since then, the family has gained enormous wealth. They resurrected the dead for a moderate fee. The illuminati were their public outreach program. For other people who admitted science and power was the only way to become the right kind of demon.
But lately he’d been watching a lot of Dexter and decided to not just live wildly, passionate and wait for war, as his father suggested, and decided that hero’s path murder might be the right kind of death that would be justifiable for an experiment gone wrong. Because if he caught the right kind of villain, painless execution might be the best judgment even after a successful experiment.
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