Amy awoke from her darkness. Along with having a horrible headache throbbing at her temples. She picked herself up from where she was laying, the dirt sticking to her face due to the blood that had coaggulated on her face from where her nose had busted open. She felt dizzy and loopy, it taking a few moments to remember what exactly had happened. Then it clicked in hard like another punch to the face.

"Where's my camera?!" She asked to no one, bolting up to her feet and nearly loosing balance. Just to confirm it was true, she patted her chest and felt nothing. Her heart feel abruptly to her knees as her stomach began to churn. She just knew it was destroyed. Oh, how she wished now she would have listened to her father for once. If she would have, she wouldn't have put Edward in anymore danger nor would her camera be missing right now. Her eyes scanned the ground around her, searching for her beloved camera. No sight of it.

The bitch stole it.

Anger built up quickly inside of Amy. She wanted to hurt the girl who smelt of cigarettes. She wanted to hurt the boy who had betrayed her so quickly. Tears welted up in her eyes as she searched for another good ten minutes before making her way home. Night was soon to fall and she would make her way back to see Edward. She would apologize to him and tell him that she would no longer be able to see him. His face would show disappointment or possible anger but she would reassure him it was for the best. He would agree and they would leave on good terms and a fond memory of each other.

Yeah, right.

That night Amy escaped out the front door since her father was still out of town and snuck off towards Edward's mansion. It was very late at night and she hoped that most of the neighbors had hung up their phones and retired for the night. Amy made it past the gates and into the courtyard. She hadn't turned her flashlight on since she had memorized the walkway to the front door of the mansion. Once inside of the abandoned mansion, she switched on her flashlight and the small light flooded the area. Up the stairs she went, her heart racing so fast she just knew it would eventually stop altogether. Would Edward possibly attack her? It was unlikely but could happen. Was he even up there? She hoped so.

When she reached the attic, she heard him.

Click. Clank.

"Edward?" She called out, a snowball forming in her throat. There was no answer. The silence began to envelope the attic and this made Amy very uneasy. She knew he was there yet he would not respond. "Edward, I know you're upset. I didn't know that was going to happen, I swear." Amy's voice began to break as more tears formed in her eyes, leaking down her blushed cheeks.

"I know it wasn't your fault." He said cooly. The snowball in Amy's throat began to melt. "You have to leave though." The melting ceased.

"...What?" Amy's voice was soft and tender. What Edward had said hurt deeply. He was her friend. He clipped and trimmed shrubbery into the shape of herself. She took pictures of his artwork and tucked them in the bottom drawer of her nightstand. The throbbing of Amy's headache hurt worse now. The memory of the pictures she had taken reminded her of her stolen camera and made matters no easier. "Why do I have to leave?" She wanted to beg to stay with him longer. As she took a step closer, she saw his figure in the dark take a step back.

"Please, Amy." His voice was just as calm as when he had introduced himself to her. But Amy wasn't going to leave that easily. She flipped off her flashlight and tucked it into her pocket. She wanted to apologize fully to him and explain the whole story but knew it was pointless. Edward did not seem interested in her speech for forgivness. With a sigh, she went to turn and walk out, reaching back in her pocket to turn back on the light (which she had no idea why she had turned it off). Before she was able to turn around fully, she heard footsteps behind her.

"We knew you were hanging out with this freak." Andrew "Asshole" Peterson emphasized the word 'freak', his spit hitting the back of her neck. Before she was aware, Andrew had his arm locked around Amy's throat - choaking her slightly. She struggled to remove herself from his hold until she felt the cold metal of his gun press against her cheek. Her motions quickly ceased and her eyes widened with fear. Now she understood why Edward had wanted her to leave. It wasn't because he was angry or upset, he was attempting to save her.

"Why are you planning to hurt me? What the hell did I do?!" Her voice thudded with fear and anxiousness. It made no sense to the young girl. All she did was find that a myth was actually true and he was holding a gun to her head for doing so. Her life was in danger because of a myth that exsisted.

Fucking Beautiful.

On the other side of her face, Andrew's lips pressed against her cool skin as he talked. "You've been the talk of the neighborhood for years, Amy. We all knew you would lead us to something -extradinary-. That's exactly what you did, Miss Gibson. You lead us right to this killer." His words were filled with poison and made Amy's blood boil with rage. His cool lips dragged across to her ear, the tip of his tongue staining her earlobe with his saliva. It sent shivers down her spine and sickened her.

"He's no killer, Andrew. Leave him alone." Amy said in defense of Edward. Edward, however, stood there ever so calmly and clinked his scissorhands back and forth in the dark. He hadn't spoken a word yet. Andrew released Amy from his hold and pointed the gun in a new direction. At Edward.

"I say we end it now." Andrew spatted.

"This isn't right! Even if he did kill anybody - that was many, many years ago! He hasn't hurt anyone since!" Amy shouted. Andrew cocked the hammer of the gun back, his index finger kissing the trigger very lightly. When Amy flashed the light over in Edward's direction she could see that his face was dull. He never said one word.

Clank. Click.

"That makes no fuckin' sense, Amy! Just because he may have done it a long time ago doesn't excuse him from being a killer!" Andrew said. He was right but she would never agree with him. Edward was her friend. He was nice to her. He made her feel happy.

"You're right, Andrew." Amy said quietly. Andrew turned in her direction, the barrell still starring towards Edward. "He is a killer and I believe since I found him," Amy paused, lifting the flashlight and pointing it into Edward's face. "I should finish him off."

Andrew chuckled. "How would I trust you?" Andrew snarled.

"If you leave me with Edward and the gun. I promise you that I you will hear two gun shots and I will return to town with his.. hands." Amy insisted. Her face showed sincerness.