A/N: I've never been able to find an Edward Scissorhands mpreg besides the one that Phish Tacko and I worked on. That said, I figured I'd write one.

How it Begins

Kim had gone over to Jim's apartment for the weekend.

There was nothing new about this. Peg and Bill didn't like it, but seeing as how their daughter was very close to being an adult, they allowed it, so long as she called now and then.

So, Edward waited at the house, staring at the clock constantly, counting down the time until Kim would walk through the front door once again. He hated it when she left. He knew he'd never have her, but he still couldn't help but feel jealous when he knew she was with him.

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It was around eleven o'clock on Saturday night when Edward heard rapping at the front door. He'd been staying in the living room the past day, staring out the window. Peg and Bill had tried to lure him out, but it was to no avail. Eventually they had gone to bed. Kevin was busy watching television in his room.

Confused as to who would be visiting at such an hour, Edward cautiously walked towards the door, and looked out the peephole. He was surprised to see Jim, of all people, standing there.

"Open up, Edward!" Jim said, kicking the door.

"Okay, okay," Edward replied. He began fidgeting with the lock, trying to get the door open. It only took him a few seconds to unlock it.

"It's open," he called out.

Jim shoved the door open, almost knocking Edward back. The dark haired man had managed to step out of the way just in time.

"Edward, you have to come with me. Kim's hurt."

Edward's eyes got wide. "What do you mean, hurt?"

"I'll explain on the way. Do you want to help her, or not?"

"Yes, yes." Edward looked around one last time, making sure that no one was around, and followed Jim back outside.

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Jim led Edward to his van, and soon took off down the road at a high speed.

"What happened?" Edward asked, "What's wrong with Kim?"

"I don't know. We were watching a movie, and, and, and she just fainted! I couldn't wake her up! I didn't know what to do, I thought you could help…"

Edward, having no knowledge of the concept of 9-11 or emergency services, believed this.

"I hope so." Edward could feel his heart racing. He was panicking, not that he knew what that meant either.

Jim pulled up in front of his apartment a few minutes later.

"Let's go," Jim said, opening the door for Edward.

Edward followed Jim inside the apartment building, and up a flight of stairs.

"She's inside?" Edward asked, as Jim proceeded to unlock his front door.

"Yes."

The door swung open, and Edward stepped in. He looked around. It was dark.

"Where is she?" he asked. Jim was busy closing and locking the door behind him.

"In there," he replied, motioning towards a hallway, "First door on the right."

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The first door on the right happened to lead to a bedroom. Jim's bedroom, to be exact, and Kim was not inside of it.

Edward was stunned by this. "Where is she?" he asked again.

Suddenly, another person stepped out of the darkness. Another male. Edward could hear Jim closing the door behind him.

Once they were securely locked in, Jim spoke up.

"Oh, Edward. You're so gullible."

"He really is," the other man, a tall, dark haired, muscular teen agreed.

"Came right along when I told him his precious Kim was in danger."

"Where is she?!" Edward demanded again.

Kim was sleeping in the spare bedroom, having been drugged previously by Jim and his accomplice. Neither told this to Edward, though.

Instead, Jim grabbed Edward's forearms, and pulled them so that Edward's hands were behind his back. Edward tried to kick him to break free, but Jim had expected that. He quickly shoved Edward to the floor and pinned him in place.

"T, you got the chains?"

"Of course."

While Jim held Edward in place, T began to loop the chains around his scissors, arresting the movement of his hands.

Edward considered calling for help, but Jim must've planned for that, too, as his next action was to gag the boy with a rag.

"Keep quiet, and we won't kill you," Jim hissed. He pulled Edward by the hair, turned him over, and kicked him in the stomach. Edward grunted in pain, but did nothing else. He knew that he could not win this fight. That didn't matter, though.

As Jim and T raped him, over and over again that night, all Edward could think about was that he hoped that Kim was okay.