Disclaimer: I do not own Edward Scissorhands nor am I related to anyone or anything to do with said creation. This however does not mean by any stretch of the imagination that I do not adore said creation.
However, I am the creator of this here Fan Fiction. I am using a totally different time zone; this will be taking place sometime in the future from the original plot of the movie. The characters that are involved other than Edward and those from the original, are my creation.
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Scissors and Time Again
Chapter One:
The sun was blazing down upon the town at the base of the mountain with the haunted house that sat nestled at the top. Most everyone was inside, except for the students walking home and whizzing down the streets. Most everything was bright in color and spirit in this busy little town grown lazy with heat. Most everything, but a girl in particular that happened to be walking down the street away from the semi-large school building that had kept her pent up for such a long time. Petite, she stood at just under the average height of five foot five inches at seventeen. Her pale skin could have fooled anyone into thinking she was the type to stay indoors at all times. Her deep ocean hues were focused, not on the ground but lifted to the skies. Ebony hair pulled back with a white and black checkered scrunchy; strands of violet falling in to frame her feminine features.
Her black combat boots made subtle noise against the hot pavement. Her loose fitting rocker tee was untucked from her red crosshatched patterned skirt that almost reached her knees. Black and grey striped stalkings covering her slender pale legs. A violet and ebony striped fingerless glove covered her left hand, a similar glove made of black cloth and fishnet covered the right. A silver chain dangling about her neck with a silver ball of a Chinese bell hanging from it, making pleasant music as she made her way to the hell hole she had to call home. One strap book bag over her shoulder, and ebony nail-polish she was the labeled freak of the town.
Eyes half lidded as they dropped to the ground hearing the roar of the most dreadfully familiar corvette coming up on her left. "Hey freak!" Came the familiar call from behind, and in response she shrugged her bag up her shoulder, and closer to her body. Her ocean hues turned to the sight of the bleach blond leader of the teenage girls for the town. The corvette with its top down held far more people than it should, but it was the popular group. The group inside the crammed seats began to laugh loudly watching her respond to the "pet-name" they'd administered to her. With an inward sigh she rolled her eyes. "Oh, looks like we've got an attitude today folks!" cried out the driver. Jason Wood, the leader of the jocks, head of the football team, and the best looking guy in town. Six foot and an inch or so of well defined muscle, naturally sandy brown hair and eyes so bright and blue you could fall into them.
Of course, he was one of them, and dating the most popular girl who'd called upon her in the first place. Joy Myers; with her perfect hourglass figure, flawless complexion bright emerald hues and a perfect height of five foot five inches. "You know, my parents went up to that castle on the hill." Joy remarked with a toss of her cascading blond hair. This information caused her to tilt her head up and pay more attention to her attackers. "It's a mountain…" She replied with a passive tone. Joy sneered towards her. "Don't get smart with me." She snapped irritated sounding. She shrugged, "Alright fine, why do I care about the castle and you're parents?" She asked with the same musically passive tone. Joy would have bragged about it even if she hadn't asked, but it was easier to amuse them for the time being.
That poisonous smirk would spread across Joy's red painted lips. "They came home with a boy. He's a little freak too. But he's not very smart; I think I'll be keeping him as a pet." She sneered, and with that the majority of the people started making scissor motions with their hands. "We're going to have a barbeque to introduce him to the town. You're parents are already coming, so you can meet another little freak like you." They howled with laughter and tossed a wad of fast food trash towards her before speeding off. She stopped before she could walk into the trash and watched the back of the corvette disappear into the distance.
She should have been rather annoyed as usual and giving a hard sigh as per normal. But now wasn't a time for normal; there was a boy in that castle? With eyebrows raised and a curious expression she slowly bent down to pick up the trash, walking it over to a wastebasket that happened to be nearby. Now was about the time she decided to sigh and let the idea drop from her mind. That castle had been empty for years; they were probably just trying to provoke her to ask about something strange at the barbeque to make a fool of her again. She brushed her hands off against one another and hiked her book bag back up her shoulder as it has slid down again. She looked to the skies again and swallowed lightly before taking to a run down the street. Her father would be home soon and expect her to be ready for the barbeque before him.
She inhaled deeply as she shut the door to her two-story home. However, she didn't stop at the door as she quickly made way up the stairs and through the hall to the very last room at the back of the second story. She pushed open her door and let her bag fall to the wood flooring. Kicking the door closed again she collapsed upon her bed. The satin sheets were a crimson color and the pillows matched the color of a deeper wine. She lay for a moment, her hues half lidded again. Gaze focused on her ceiling, which was plain and white with a fan in the center that spun at a fair pace. The light was enough to keep the room illuminated, but without inducing a headache. "Haley!" Came the obnoxiously loud and gruff call from below; her father was home.
Groaning she pushed herself back up off the bed, where she knew in the first place she wasn't going to have been staying on for long. "Yes father?" She called back in question, and was greeted with the usual, "Get you're ass down here!" "Yes sir." She replied and made her way back downstairs. She was greeted with the sight of a tall tanned brown haired man with a bit of growth on his features. Harsh green hues and a slight weight problem, a slight scent of alcohol and smoke wafted from him. He glared in her direction and snorted lightly. "We're going over to the Myer's for a barbeque." He stated bluntly. "Get ready, you're mother and I are going ahead, don't be late." He stated just as enthused as before and turned to go grab something such as his coat she assumed as she nodded and made way back upstairs.
For about point two seconds she considered not going at all, but her father would be furious and she'd have to pay the consequences later. She re-entered her room and picked up the brush next to a rather large jagged knife blade. She ran the brush through her hair, getting rid of the knots and tangles that accumulated through out the day. Next she would move for the bathroom brushing her teeth and making sure she re-applied deodorant and a bit of her moonlight path perfume. Otherwise, she was perfectly ready. Collecting herself up before she left, she went back downstairs and made her way over to the Myer's home.
The party seemed to have already begun, she noted as she made her way through the wooden privacy gate that surrounded the Myer's backyard. She mainly just got strange looks and sneers from people. Her hues searched the crowds for her own parents so that she could check in with them. However she was suddenly taken about the shoulders and spun around causing her to about cross her eyes at the abruptness. "So glad you could make it." Jason purred as he kept an arm about her shoulders. Had she not known these people for so long and been not so uninterested she'd have probably blushed. "Jason." She addressed him with a slight nod and was a bit resistant as he began to drag her off in another direction, into the crowds.
He snickered a bit, "Aw, what's with that tone?!" he asked in mock offense. "I only came to get you to get you to come meet our new 'pet'!" He exclaimed and laughed as he pressed a hand down firmly on her head and rubbed his hand about so that her hair became a disaster area all over again. She closed her eyes as she tried to duck and get away from him before she was suddenly pushed by someone into another person whom pushed her off to another. She was the hackey-sack for the group again, before she managed to catch a glimpse of Joy just as joy tugged her scrunchy down and pushed her hard suddenly in an off the wall direction.
There was someone there that she suddenly slammed into causing her to grunt lightly and fall down atop the person with whom she collided. There were collective gasps as she felt her head against a rather sturdy chest. She groaned lightly and lifted herself as the person beneath her squirmed. 'Standing' on her hands and knees over the male she opened her hues to see who her victim of victimization was. She stopped short as her ebony and violet hair fell in about her features. She seemed frozen in place, it was a boy. Well, he seemed about her age at least. Her eyes searched the boys face for a moment, pale and salted with little scars about. Ebony hair in a somewhat wild design fell about his features but seemed to almost defy gravity, and then she fell into a silent shock as her hues met those of the most amazingly deep ink colored hues she'd ever seen.
He looked so totally shocked and somewhat frightened as he looked up at her with curiosity. He seemed to still after a moment and she could barely hear her name or the laughter that the other kids made. She was suddenly yanked up from the ground by the arm and brought to her feet. She still starred towards the boy unaware of her father's presence upon her. She stumbled lightly backwards as she was steadied and shaken lightly and scolded. A couple people went to the aid of the boy lifting him from the ground. He steadied himself once he was on his own feet and starred wide eyed towards her as she did in return. She couldn't feel anything at all as she watched the corner of his small mouth twitch upwards in an awkward almost sort of smirk.
She was then noticing that he was getting farther away as her father dragged her off, with jeers from the teens that she couldn't hear. Her chest felt almost as if it were emptying out before she lost sight of the tall slender pale boy altogether and she was lost to a world of such busy emptiness. She only came too when she was suddenly thrown into a wall within her home. She gasped startled at the sudden crack of her whole right side against the wall. She felt herself crumple to the floor onto her knees. A slender hand rose to brush hair from her face, but she didn't make a sound as she looked up to her father. How did she manage to get back home? Or even into this sort of predicament. "I can't believe you did such thing!" He snapped angrily. "Did what?" She asked quietly.
His teeth gritted together and his eyes seemed to flash. "You threw yourself onto that boy in front of the whole town!" He yelled agitated to say the least. She furrowed her brows and looked rather annoyed. "I did throw myself at him. Joy pushed me." She stated calmly. "Oh, like I'm supposed to believe that Joy would want you practically dry fucking her company?!" He snapped and a hand would come down, the back of which slammed against the side of Haley's face. "You little slut, just cause he's a little freak of nature you have to get all over him?!" He accused savagely. Haley's head had been tossed to the side in the assault and she refused to look at her father as the taste of metal from the inside of her cheek filled her mouth. Her eyes prickled with the bodies' reaction to pain, even if she wasn't so emotional about it. She thought about the words that just left her fathers mouth, freak of nature. What had been so different about him?
Somehow she'd not noticed his attire or much else of his body. All she knew was his angel face and sturdy chest. This also struck her as odd, angel face? Since when did she compare people to angels? She felt a peculiar thump within her chest, unlike her normal heartbeat that she normally couldn't feel. What a ridiculous thought… after all, she didn't have crushes on people. She was thoroughly convinced she lacked such emotions. Besides, she'd not even really met the boy. "You'll keep you're skank ass here until tonight when you go and get the groceries. Can't take you anywhere… better keep you to going to the store at night so we don't get any more complaints as it is…" He said with a slight drawl of irritation.
Haley sat still, holding back the anger that bubbled and brewed within her. She'd learned a long time ago not to make movements or talk much, it only made things worse. However he grew enraged while she sat without making a reply or movement. "Useless tramp." He spat and she'd wince when she felt the toe of his shoe connect with her arm which then collapsed causing her to fall forward and hit her head on the floorboard and wood flooring. She bit back a groan or a hiss of pain as he shoved his hands in his pockets and made his way back, out of the house to the Myer's. Once the front door was shut and she waited a good few minutes she forced herself back up a hand instinctively going to her arm to hold where it would surely bruise.
She shook very lightly as the words replayed in her head. So much as touching another person made her a slut… a tramp, and a whore… she wasn't… she just… wasn't! She gritted her teeth and pulled herself to her feet refusing the help of the stable wall she felt her head pulse with pain. Great, she'd have another killer headache tonight, she thought to herself. She made her way to the kitchen, rinsing her mouth with cool water leaving a watered down blood taste in her mouth. There was only a slight scratch on the side of her face, and luckily it wasn't bleeding. Her legs felt shaken, but only because of the shock of hitting the wall and staying down.
She packed a Ziploc full of ice to place upon her arm to keep it from swelling or looking too noticeable. Afterwards she would make her way to her bedroom. Her chest tightened again and she looked slightly displeased with it as she entered the bathroom to let her hair down and wash her face. Once inside her bedroom she winced, stumbling over her bag that she'd earlier just dropped off to the floor. What a great place for it… she thought aggravated. Falling face-first onto her bed she let the ice pack sit on the other side of her, arms pulling the pillow up into her face while her body curled into the fetal position. After a few minutes of cutting off air and trying to cope with the aggravation of the day she moved her face out of the depths of the pillow to look barely tear-streaked towards the window across her room that looked down over the Myer's backyard.
She sighed lightly to herself as she lay still waiting for the pain to recede and her mind to clear up. For the anger to subside as she bottled it away within herself, and waiting for the time to pass quicker so that she could get out of the house that night for the shopping. At least then she might get some calm time, for herself…