Chapter 7 Edward Scissorhands fic

Finally after many twists and turns in the darkened hallways of the mansion the two finally arrived.

A 15 foot door stood before them, a mass of carved vines, leaves, and bark. An ornately carved, wooden forest, engraved onto the tall oak doors. While Sage stared up, amazed at site before her, the man standing next to her fought the urge to tell her how cute she looked. Jim took a small silver key in the shape of a tree, its branches to unlock the lock and its roots making up the handle, and went up to the door and slipped the key inside of the vines. Slowly he twisted the key before taking it out and walking back to where Sage stood.

The sound of metal on metal grinding filled Sage's and Jim's ears. The forest appeared to be moving, vines, trees, and leaves, moved towards the outer edges of the doors as the door creaked open.

It didn't open completely but just enough so that both Sage and Jim could walk through with a foot in between them. Jim's smirk grew to look like the grinning cat from Alice in Wonderland. Luckily Sage didn't appear to notice it, or else she might have squeaked in fear from the how freaky it looked.

Sage was looking at another magnificent sight before her, a large room, reminding her of a grand ballroom, left to decay. It was well lit by a Grand chandelier in the center of the room, which had seen better days but retained its beauty with stubborn pride. The floor was made of tiles of black and white-ish blue. The floors had retained a layer of grit but the woman could tell they had been scrubbed, most likely by Jim's gang. The wall's, once pristine white walls, were dirty and though they had also been cleaned would never return to their original state unless they were painted, and no one cared enough to do that.

By the time Sage noticed the balconies lining the upper half of the 20 foot room until she had walked to the middle of the room with Jim right next to her and gazed upward. The sound of movement came from those places, but the woman hadn't noticed it till that moment. A moment of standing there also caused her to hear low voices and see voices peeking over the edge at her. Jim had stopped and was waiting patiently for her to ask.

"What?-"

"My gang is in the rooms up there, the ones who stay here for a few days. You will stay down stairs with me, and don't worry about them; they can't get in without me or you unlocking the door from the inside."

Sage wanted to say she'd feel safer with the gang, but instead opted to stay silent.

The two kept walking strait towards a door that seemed out of place with the room around it. It was detailed with a baroque style, sweeping curves, detailed, beautiful. Jim took the same key and slid it into what looked like a large crack in the door with flowing lines around it, and opened the door.

Looking more closely at the oddly shaped key the young woman noticed a presence, almost magical in nature. It fascinated her and made her eager fingers wish to hold it in hope of learning more about this presence which seemed familiar for some reason.

Sage resisted the urge. Jim wouldn't allow. He would freak out if she ever got her hands on it, even if her purposes were innocent. He could not see the magic which resided within the key.

Jim had never had the ability to look past appearances. One of many reasons Sage had always disliked him. She was "deep," and enjoyed intelligent conversations, while Jim was shallow and had no skill involving intelligence.

Suddenly the woman heard her name being called distracting her from her thoughts, penetrating her consciousness.

"What's up with you?"

"Nothing," said the young woman as she walked past Jim through the open and waiting door into her supposed new home.

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As for Edward he was alone once again. Brad had left and loneliness set in, and its crushing weight upon his soul became even more apparent to him.

Suddenly a vision of a key came to him. He recognized it. His father had made the key, claiming it was part of Edward's heart. He still could not comprehend what his father had meant. All he knew was that he was somehow connected to it, though he hadn't felt its magic since his father passed away.

His eyes widened in amazement as he felt a presence. It was Sage. A comforting but strange fact. At least now he would have a sense of her. It would of driven him insane not knowing if she was alright.

He wondered if she could sense him. Unfortunately there was no way he would be able to know.

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When Sage entered through the door the first thing she noticed was how large but comfortable the before her appeared.

The walls scaled 20 feet high, and the stone walls were covered by numerous tapestries in calm blue, green, and brown tones, telling ancient legends from various regions around the world.

Bookcase after bookcase filled the room, but were organized in a way that they didn't cramp up the room and in the center of the room were some of most comfortable looking couches Sage had ever seen, even if they also appeared slightly decrepit.

It was a wonder to be explored.

Jim was quite diffident and shy sounding as he quietly told the woman beside him that the wondrous room they resided it was for her. For a moment Sage forgot the situation she was in and the person who was speaking to her and hugged him tightly. Jim too surprised to move said nothing as the woman said thank you and then ran off to the bookcases with no dearth of excitement.

Sage had forgotten that it was Hades who had given his Persephone this, a taste of an empty heaven. She forgot she was in the underworld away from the joys and purity of the land above.

Edward was comforted by the happiness his friend was feeling. She deserved it. Or at least that was what the monster of a man kept telling himself. She would be happier with this abusive man who had apparently changed enough for her to love him. She could allow herself to forget him and then his sage wouldn't have to suffer anymore because of him. Yes, that is what Edward kept telling himself, while pushing down his feelings of anger and jealousy.

Holding the necklace Sage had given him ever so gently, between the things people considered hands, he kissed the tiny object and felt a tear slide down his deathly pale cheek.

One of the blades had wandered to close to his exposed skin and another cut formed.

It was nothing he wasn't used to, another scar to the collection of ones on his face would make no difference.

His soul was being cut into as well, but those scars weren't something he could easily ignore.