A/N: Hi, for any of you who don't know me, I'm White Shade, and my writing style is a little different. Just check this out. I've been having this imaginary movie in my mind ever since I first watched Edward Scissorhands. The granddaughter in the bed after the Kim finishes the story? Yeah, this is her grown up as a teenager and she has a curiosity about Edward. Enjoy and please review, for I've not written for E.S. yet.
She finished up her training, slicing a target in half with the sharp edges of her blades. Juanita's long, brown hair laid itself back into its original position in her ponytail that extended to her back. She smirked at the target, breathing harder than she had before. After punching until her knuckles bled, she went inside the house of her grandmother, Kim. Juanita had been living with her grandmother since her mother died from having her and her father died in a plane crash.
"Hey Grandma," she greeted as she walked to the fridge to get some water.
"Juanita!" Kim gasped. "Your hands! You work too much in that room."
"Nonsense Grandma. Just training," Juanita replied.
"Just like your father I tell ya," Kim said, shaking her head. "I'll get the wraps." Juanita gulped a full bottle in minutes, reaching for another, and she wrapped her hands when Kim returned. Juanita looked out the window at the estate at the peak of town. Kim caught her granddaughter staring.
"Still curious?" Kim asked.
"Yes," Juanita admitted. "You told me your story many times, but I've always wanted to meet him for myself."
"Now, you know it's best he stays up there alone," Kim scolded.
"I can't be sure of that when I haven't seen him myself," Juanita contradicted.
"You stay out of there," Kim said, walking away into the living room. Juanita sighed. It was almost torture for her not to go up there and check it out. The part about his hands being scissors intrigued her to no end.
As school ended for summer the next day, Juanita came off the bus, and walked to her house. She stopped at her front lawn just to glance at the old inventor's estate. Her eyes reflected curiosity, determination, readiness, and slight passion. Kim knew how badly Juanita wanted to go up there, but she wasn't ready to send her yet. Eventually, Kim figured, Juanita would defy her orders and go anyways. She was the same way. Kim was wary about what Edward would do. In many ways, Kim was curious herself as of how Edward was and what he was doing, but she had always given into the community and society, convincing herself it was meant to be the way it was now.
"Summer finally!" Juanita exclaimed, relief in her voice as she entered the house.
"Juanita, sit down," Kim said seriously. Juanita set her things down and sat on the couch.
"What is it Grandma?" she asked.
"Edward," Kim replied. Juanita thought this wasn't going to fair out well at all.
"I was thinking," Kim began. "I know how badly you want to go up there, and I have a proposition for you."
"Tell," Juanita said, her perception altering.
"Show me what you can do with your blades and I'll consider your skills," Kim said.
"Gladly!" Juanita said, purely excited. She grabbed her two blades and walked into the training room. Kim never liked the idea of Juanita learning the swords and other weapons, but it was Juanita's passion all her life. Now she had to at least consider her granddaughter's skills. If she had enough to handle attacks, she could defend herself against Edward.
"Alright, begin," Kim commanded after her course was set up.
Juanita jumped and made her way across her obstacle course set up for her by her instructor at her last class. She climbed and jumped off boards until a fast moving target came into view. Juanita drew her blades quicker and sliced the board in two. Then, the others came at random intervals and Juanita fended them off, one by one. Just when Kim thought the course was through, and Juanita put her blades away, beginning to walk towards her, another board came from behind Juanita. She dropped her entire body to the floor, pulling one of the blades and lifting herself with the other so she was almost in a handstand, feet over her head, and she threw the blade, piercing the target and making it fall from it's place dead center into the strings holding it up as it came back towards her. She flipped back up and drew the other blade, and she stabbed the board harder as she got to her feet.
"How's that?" Juanita asked, walking to get the other blade she'd thrown. Kim was amazed, but that could only be because she had never seen Juanita in action.
"Well, you do have the skills, I'll say that much," Kim concluded. "But you must remember that Edward's hands are made of metal as well. I know you were flawless, but I'd like you to practice with metal a little. Then, I will let you go up there one night."
"Night?" Juanita asked.
"Yes, no one else can know this," Kim said. "That's how we left it years ago."
"Alright, no complaints," she replied. "I can handle the dark fine, I just didn't expect it was all."
Kim left the training area, keeping in mind how Edward could perceive Juanita. She looked like her father, but she definitely inherited her mother's eyes. Her mother's eyes came from Kim.
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