Misfit
Or
The return of Edward Scisorhands
By Xandra the Blue
Hi! This is my first movie fic, unless you count LOTR, which I don't, and I hope you enjoy it.
I recently saw this film on Channel 4 (comic relief was crap this year, admit it!) and cried at the end of it. I didn't cry for Winoda Rider, or for the fact that their love had ended, but I cried tears of anger. They had taken him out of his natural environment, and treated him like a circus freak, then, when they got bored of him they threw him away. I cried tears of anger he couldn't cry himself, and cried because the second time he had loved someone had again ended in heart break (the professor first loved him.). Okay, this interpretation may not be correct, or be the way you saw the film, but this was how I saw him. Out of all the characters, I wanted Edward to have a happy ending. This is my attempt at that ending.
Note - this would not make a good film; so don't imagine it as a film. Imagine it as a life.
I tried not to Mary Sue it, so please forgive any Mary Sue qualities my leading lady might have.
Disclaimer - I do not own this, I make no money from it and I don't claim to write well. All I claim to write are truths as I see them and ATTEMPT to write good stories that will at least be of passing interest to you. Thank you.
Summary - Set forty years onward, in the year 2003, a girl goes to the old manor on the hill, and finds a certain person hiding there.
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Jane knew about the old legend of the haunted Mansion. She had heard it when she was very small from neighbours and other children. The story was that it was haunted by the ghost of Scisorhands, a terrifying monster with razors instead of fingers. Jane had heard the story that he came down to The Town and had been accepted by the people until it went crazy, robbing and killing people and died when a local boy killed it in a heroic fight to the death. Jane, personally, didn't believe a word of it. The very idea that a) a person with scissors for hands hadn't been experimented on by the government, b) they hadn't been found before.
Jane was about sixteen and had hair like straw, both in colour and constancy. She was, like many teenagers of her age, rejected by the others in her school, and today wanted to go as far away from them as possible. What she really needed was to escape them, and for a while her eyes had been turning to the mansion on the hill. No one lived there, she had found that out, and no one would go up there. It was a perfect place to go and be alone. So, at the end of the school day, after her daily name-calling she had run as fast as she could here.
She opened the gate to the mansion with an ear-piercing squeak. She walked into the strangely kept garden. She had expected it to be overgrown, maybe even dead, but it looked like someone, or something had been keeping it in order. Jane put the thought out of her head. It was probably some gardener in the Town who didn't have anywhere else to practise working. Jane walked around the giant squirrel, and looked at the huge hand. My, it was big, she thought to herself. She couldn't resist saying out aloud, ' this is the second biggest hand I've ever seen. '
She heard the sound of a snip behind her. Jane turned around, scared. She saw nothing. She looked all around her. Nothing, still nothing. Jane sighed again, and looking up into the bright blue sky sat down under the shade of the green hand protruding from the ground and took out her notebook. But most of all she sat, taking in the bizarre beauty of the garden. There were sculpted animals of all sorts, and thousands and thousands of flowers, all leading up to the grotesque gothic door. Jane liked the surroundings, she liked the way the garden seemed to clash with the building, and she liked the way she could be on her own. And yet, yet she felt as if she was being watched. As if something was watching her, making sure she didn't hurt the flowers.
Jane tried not think about it, and took out a notepad. She knew she had to find a way to keep the feeling of mysticism in the garden, so she decided to pin it down in a poem. But as she tried, she discovered that no poetry could ever pin down the feeling she felt. Of course, she felt the beauty all around her, and the feeling of peace, but she also felt as if she had disturbed something, a feeling of tension, of being unwelcome. There was a silence anxiety in the air, which made Jane want to leave, but she didn't. The place was too quiet to leave, and when she got up to look down the hill, she saw a gang of boys waiting for her at the bottom.
Jane was too scared to go back down to face them, so she stayed. She stayed for over four hours, writing and checking to see if they had left. But they had not. Jane sighed, and looked at her watch. She had said she'd be home two hours ago. She sighed again, and felt a drop of rain on her nose. Great, she thought, all I need now is it to rain! She ran to the gate again, checking it to see if the boys had left. She saw them running back down to town, but Jane saw their was no time to go back down. She ran towards the giant hand, seeking shelter, but then she heard a great thunderclap, and saw a bolt of lightening hit a rabbit shaped bush. She screamed, and ran to the door of the mansion. She couldn't stay out here! Jane lent on the door, and to her surprise it fell open. She crawled inside, and slammed the door behind her.
Inside it was dark, like no one had been here for years. Dust and cobwebs covered everything in the hall. It looks just like a hammer hock movie, she thought to herself. She got up off the floor, and saw a door. As she knelt on her knees, she heard a sound like a pair of hedge trimmers snip. Jane got up quickly, and trying to not sound as afraid as she was said, 'hello? Is anyone here?'
She heard no answer. She listened to the room for a second, and heard nothing still. All she could here was the sound of herself breathing. Jane sighed, and looked around the room. All she could see was dust, and cobwebs and.she saw a door. An old door. Maybe the sound had come from there, she thought, and walked towards it, her nervous footsteps the only sound filling the empty hall. She opened the door with a billowing creak, and stepped inside. She closed the door slowly behind her with a boom that seemed to go on for fathoms. As she walked in she said to herself, 'there's nothing to be frightened of, it's all in your mind.' As she walked slowly across the black and white floor, she heard another snip from somewhere, sounding almost amiable. She quickly spun around on her heels, and breathing heavily looked around. She shouted out, 'who's there!' There wasn't an answer, but she felt there was something other than her feeling nervous in here.
Jane, breathing out, pinched herself and said out aloud 'stop it Jane! There's nothing here, there's been no one here for years!'
She sat down on a machine that had been obscured by dust and grime, and trying to get her nerves back began to sing 'til the end by Haven, to herself out of key.
'I never though I'd see you 'till the end,' she warbled nervously, 'It goes way down, makes no sense, And all the times you turned to run away, Well bitch about the times, The times I still hold dear.'
She heard another snip. She stopped singing immediately, and listened. She got up, and in a flash of lightening she saw something move in the shadows. She panicked, and ran to the door, but when she tried to open it, she found it was stuck. Desperately she tried to turn the doorknob, but it wasn't working. It just seemed to make the door jam more. She heard snips behind her, getting louder and closer. She rattled the doorknob in vain, and tried to get out.
'It's just your imagination!' she cried out, tears in her voice, 'Stop it!' but her voice was drowned in another crash of thunder.
She turned around, and screamed with pure fear.
There was something behind her, something horrible! It had long knifes in its hands, raised up to her, the face scarred and pail, with dark plum coloured rings around the eyes and lips, and long coal black hair that looked as if had been subjected to an electric shock.
It looked at her, and gasped. It stepped back, scissors clicking nervously, and fell backwards onto the floor. Jane stopped screaming. The expression on its face looked more scared than she was.
'Oh, gosh, I'm sorry,' she said, stepping towards it.
It looked at her, its dark eyes lit with fear, and scurried back, digging its long claws into the floor.
'Please, don't be afraid,' she pleaded, 'I w-was just shocked, that's all. ' It stopped, but it stilled eyed her with fear. She smiled weakly, and stepped towards it, 'I didn't expect to find anyone up here, who are you?' It didn't answer her, but seemed to relax very, very slightly. 'My name's Jane, but I prefer Jenny. Do you have a name? What are you called?'
'Edward,' it said.
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Or
The return of Edward Scisorhands
By Xandra the Blue
Hi! This is my first movie fic, unless you count LOTR, which I don't, and I hope you enjoy it.
I recently saw this film on Channel 4 (comic relief was crap this year, admit it!) and cried at the end of it. I didn't cry for Winoda Rider, or for the fact that their love had ended, but I cried tears of anger. They had taken him out of his natural environment, and treated him like a circus freak, then, when they got bored of him they threw him away. I cried tears of anger he couldn't cry himself, and cried because the second time he had loved someone had again ended in heart break (the professor first loved him.). Okay, this interpretation may not be correct, or be the way you saw the film, but this was how I saw him. Out of all the characters, I wanted Edward to have a happy ending. This is my attempt at that ending.
Note - this would not make a good film; so don't imagine it as a film. Imagine it as a life.
I tried not to Mary Sue it, so please forgive any Mary Sue qualities my leading lady might have.
Disclaimer - I do not own this, I make no money from it and I don't claim to write well. All I claim to write are truths as I see them and ATTEMPT to write good stories that will at least be of passing interest to you. Thank you.
Summary - Set forty years onward, in the year 2003, a girl goes to the old manor on the hill, and finds a certain person hiding there.
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Jane knew about the old legend of the haunted Mansion. She had heard it when she was very small from neighbours and other children. The story was that it was haunted by the ghost of Scisorhands, a terrifying monster with razors instead of fingers. Jane had heard the story that he came down to The Town and had been accepted by the people until it went crazy, robbing and killing people and died when a local boy killed it in a heroic fight to the death. Jane, personally, didn't believe a word of it. The very idea that a) a person with scissors for hands hadn't been experimented on by the government, b) they hadn't been found before.
Jane was about sixteen and had hair like straw, both in colour and constancy. She was, like many teenagers of her age, rejected by the others in her school, and today wanted to go as far away from them as possible. What she really needed was to escape them, and for a while her eyes had been turning to the mansion on the hill. No one lived there, she had found that out, and no one would go up there. It was a perfect place to go and be alone. So, at the end of the school day, after her daily name-calling she had run as fast as she could here.
She opened the gate to the mansion with an ear-piercing squeak. She walked into the strangely kept garden. She had expected it to be overgrown, maybe even dead, but it looked like someone, or something had been keeping it in order. Jane put the thought out of her head. It was probably some gardener in the Town who didn't have anywhere else to practise working. Jane walked around the giant squirrel, and looked at the huge hand. My, it was big, she thought to herself. She couldn't resist saying out aloud, ' this is the second biggest hand I've ever seen. '
She heard the sound of a snip behind her. Jane turned around, scared. She saw nothing. She looked all around her. Nothing, still nothing. Jane sighed again, and looking up into the bright blue sky sat down under the shade of the green hand protruding from the ground and took out her notebook. But most of all she sat, taking in the bizarre beauty of the garden. There were sculpted animals of all sorts, and thousands and thousands of flowers, all leading up to the grotesque gothic door. Jane liked the surroundings, she liked the way the garden seemed to clash with the building, and she liked the way she could be on her own. And yet, yet she felt as if she was being watched. As if something was watching her, making sure she didn't hurt the flowers.
Jane tried not think about it, and took out a notepad. She knew she had to find a way to keep the feeling of mysticism in the garden, so she decided to pin it down in a poem. But as she tried, she discovered that no poetry could ever pin down the feeling she felt. Of course, she felt the beauty all around her, and the feeling of peace, but she also felt as if she had disturbed something, a feeling of tension, of being unwelcome. There was a silence anxiety in the air, which made Jane want to leave, but she didn't. The place was too quiet to leave, and when she got up to look down the hill, she saw a gang of boys waiting for her at the bottom.
Jane was too scared to go back down to face them, so she stayed. She stayed for over four hours, writing and checking to see if they had left. But they had not. Jane sighed, and looked at her watch. She had said she'd be home two hours ago. She sighed again, and felt a drop of rain on her nose. Great, she thought, all I need now is it to rain! She ran to the gate again, checking it to see if the boys had left. She saw them running back down to town, but Jane saw their was no time to go back down. She ran towards the giant hand, seeking shelter, but then she heard a great thunderclap, and saw a bolt of lightening hit a rabbit shaped bush. She screamed, and ran to the door of the mansion. She couldn't stay out here! Jane lent on the door, and to her surprise it fell open. She crawled inside, and slammed the door behind her.
Inside it was dark, like no one had been here for years. Dust and cobwebs covered everything in the hall. It looks just like a hammer hock movie, she thought to herself. She got up off the floor, and saw a door. As she knelt on her knees, she heard a sound like a pair of hedge trimmers snip. Jane got up quickly, and trying to not sound as afraid as she was said, 'hello? Is anyone here?'
She heard no answer. She listened to the room for a second, and heard nothing still. All she could here was the sound of herself breathing. Jane sighed, and looked around the room. All she could see was dust, and cobwebs and.she saw a door. An old door. Maybe the sound had come from there, she thought, and walked towards it, her nervous footsteps the only sound filling the empty hall. She opened the door with a billowing creak, and stepped inside. She closed the door slowly behind her with a boom that seemed to go on for fathoms. As she walked in she said to herself, 'there's nothing to be frightened of, it's all in your mind.' As she walked slowly across the black and white floor, she heard another snip from somewhere, sounding almost amiable. She quickly spun around on her heels, and breathing heavily looked around. She shouted out, 'who's there!' There wasn't an answer, but she felt there was something other than her feeling nervous in here.
Jane, breathing out, pinched herself and said out aloud 'stop it Jane! There's nothing here, there's been no one here for years!'
She sat down on a machine that had been obscured by dust and grime, and trying to get her nerves back began to sing 'til the end by Haven, to herself out of key.
'I never though I'd see you 'till the end,' she warbled nervously, 'It goes way down, makes no sense, And all the times you turned to run away, Well bitch about the times, The times I still hold dear.'
She heard another snip. She stopped singing immediately, and listened. She got up, and in a flash of lightening she saw something move in the shadows. She panicked, and ran to the door, but when she tried to open it, she found it was stuck. Desperately she tried to turn the doorknob, but it wasn't working. It just seemed to make the door jam more. She heard snips behind her, getting louder and closer. She rattled the doorknob in vain, and tried to get out.
'It's just your imagination!' she cried out, tears in her voice, 'Stop it!' but her voice was drowned in another crash of thunder.
She turned around, and screamed with pure fear.
There was something behind her, something horrible! It had long knifes in its hands, raised up to her, the face scarred and pail, with dark plum coloured rings around the eyes and lips, and long coal black hair that looked as if had been subjected to an electric shock.
It looked at her, and gasped. It stepped back, scissors clicking nervously, and fell backwards onto the floor. Jane stopped screaming. The expression on its face looked more scared than she was.
'Oh, gosh, I'm sorry,' she said, stepping towards it.
It looked at her, its dark eyes lit with fear, and scurried back, digging its long claws into the floor.
'Please, don't be afraid,' she pleaded, 'I w-was just shocked, that's all. ' It stopped, but it stilled eyed her with fear. She smiled weakly, and stepped towards it, 'I didn't expect to find anyone up here, who are you?' It didn't answer her, but seemed to relax very, very slightly. 'My name's Jane, but I prefer Jenny. Do you have a name? What are you called?'
'Edward,' it said.
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