A/N: Hey guys! Remember this story? I think I'll always be perpetually sorry for taking so freakin long…
Anyways the more I write this story the harder it becomes to write…especially after that last chapter. Honestly, I need to learn to plan out things and not write them as I go along. There is probably a billion plot flaws by now, so if I need to try to fix something so it coincides with everything else, please don't hesitate to tell me!
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Disclaimer: Edward doesn't belong to me, but this weird twisted tale does.
Edward Fact: When Edward goes to have his hands sharpened, the storefront was that of an actual hardware store called Crowder Brothers in Southgate Shopping Center. At the time of the filming, they did offer a sharpening service, and they did have a giant motorized Victorinox in the window.
Tomorrow
We're gonna find a place to live
I'm packing only means for red wood dreams
It's a place that you'll be excepted
Oh f*ck the world
Just a boy and a girl
But it's that leach you'll have to shake
Through the love we'll need to make
Call me sure
Yeah I'm sure I said
I said I'm open wide
But you really have to understand
We'll build a water slide
If you're brave enough to hold my hand
Oh, oh
"H-h-how can that be? The doctor said he was dead… h-he had no pulse!"
"Joy, Are you sure he was dead?
"YES! H-he-Edward was sh-shot in the heart!"
Joy was thoroughly abashed and frightened out of her senses. She was practically quaking, and her eyes were so large and full of fear her friends thought they might burst.
Not unlike the worst of rampant diseases, a foreboding unease for the once scissor-handed man infected the citizens.
"That's strange… no normal person could survive that. And what on earth happened to his scissors?"
"I have no idea. People just don't grow new limbs. It's almost as if he's not… AND I LET THAT THING CUT MY HAIR." The woman shuddered with a twinge of repulsion.
"See! I told you! It's not heaven he's from! It's straight from the stinking flames of hell! The power of Satan is in him, I can feel it. And now you can see it too."
"For once, I think Imelda might be on to something…"
"I don't think that boy's human."
"Then what is it?"
"I don't know, all I know is that WE HAVE TO DO SOMETHING!"
"That thing has to go!"
I read the surgeon's report, I'm sorry but he is going to…" The man looked up from his documentation to face an empty room. For a few brief moments, his world was calm, but then as realization settled in, the flood gates shattered open and blind fury rapidly poured out. Outraged, he slammed the clipboard down and it snapped, spraying little wood colored shards everywhere. As if some sort of wild beast had been unleashed, he clenched his pearly whites to suppress a primitive snarl that was clawing around in his bulging throat.
A nurse tentatively sauntered in and poked her head in the doorway. "Is everything ok?"
"WHERE… DID… THEY… GO?" He spat the words out tediously, trying to keep his fiery temper under control.
"Who…?" The mousy nurse trembled as the large angry man charged towards her.
"The man and the woman that were in this room… WHERE ARE THEY?"
"I-I-I don't-know…" The glowering, pulsing man grabbed her by the shirt collar and slammed the little bird of a woman up against the wall. Her little white nurse shoes dangled as she was lifted up by her shirt, which immediately began to rip.
"GODDAMN NURSE, IF YOU DON'T TELL ME…" He gazed fervently into her wide anxious eyes, and realized she was telling the truth. The man released his grip and the shaken nurse slid to the floor like an unwanted rag doll.
He rampaged through blindingly sterile facility with a scowl so horrendous on his chiseled face that it would probably even frighten the Devil himself. The only other thing that could manage to find a way through his twisted forest of derailed thoughts was his cruel echoing realities that so desperately wished to spread the truth. 'My last chance, to keep my job, and I failed miserably. If the girl and our new creation aren't found soon…Then I might become discharged! I must get them back, I know too much…they might…they might…"
"SHUT UP!" He bellowed as all the images of things he had seen done to the other agents that had failed their missions one too many times flashed across his mind's eye.
The furious man's anger slowly evaporated and a worried form of hysteria began to sink in. Spasmodically he staggered away, all the while muttering bizarre things and tearing out short slivers of hair.
When he walked past the front desk, the bored receptionist looked up from her computer and her whole face lit up in alarm.
"Sir, is everything ok?"
He mumbled something incomprehensible in response.
The little petrified nurse stumbled in and with a burst of terrified energy she spilled all about the horrible abomination that abused her. The receptionist ardently picked up her phone and began to dial.
"Doc, call the psych ward. I think I just found their newest patient."
Moments later, two large men strolled in the door and clamped meaty fists around the damp shaky arms of the rogue government man. He began to flail and flop about, as he screamed in protest. "Unhand me this instant! You can't do this! I'm gonna kill both you sons of bit…" Before he could finish his tirade a third man stabbed a needle full of tranquilizer in his ass.
The next day, the hospital escapees the walked hand in hand leisurely through the neighborhood. Edward was beaming with pleasure, and waved innocently to everyone in sight. His rose-colored ecstasy cloud forbade him from receiving the nasty and frightened stares he got in return.
Kalypso looked worriedly at him every time they past a person with frightened or ogled eyes, fore she knew his self-confidence was tender and perpetually hanging on a thread. But because of Edward's infectious joy, her mind was also in a drugged like state; it never occurred to her that everyone had seen her cherished man shot and murdered a few days before.
"Get the hell out of here!"
"Go back to wherever you belong, horrendous spawn of Satan!"
"What kind of ungodly abomination, are you, to have the power to resurrect yourself from the grave?"
An angry crowd of people began to form around them, shouting malicious degrading insults at the very confused couple.
Joy was the ring leader and with the speed of the most ferocious jungle cat, she pushed Edward to the ground. His chest landed on the concrete with deafening crack, and then the wicked witch proceeded to kick him with her razor sharp, stiletto heels.
Kalypso shrieked and pounced on Joy, but her frail, bony body just ricocheted off without even the slightest of repercussions to her nemesis.
"Stop it! You're hurting him!"
Like a possessed ensemble of line dancers, they all began to jab their feet into Edward's broken body, in tune to some sort of silent noxious beat. Kalypso clawed at the vicious demons, but here efforts were fruitless; she was tossed aside as they beat poor Edward to a pulp.
"Why are you doing this? What did Edward ever do to you? Why? Why? Why…" Her last words faltered, to a pleading whisper.
From Joy's vile lips, a stream of spittle shot out and glistened on her victim's heavily bruised body. Any sort of attraction or kindness any of these people had for this dear, innocent man has long since faded. Within a very short period of time, mutual acceptance had morphed into unadulterated hatred spawned directly from irrational fear.
"Edward. We don't want you here, anymore. You and that little bitch of yours need to leave by morning, or I will personally make sure Todd kills both of you. And this time, you ain't gonna perform no voodoo… and y'all gonna stay dead.
Kalypso used all of her strength and managed to lift the battered man to his feet. She held fast to one of his arms and draped it across her shoulders, and together they limped home. The mob behind them started to disperse, but not without spewing out some more verbal abuse.
Back at the house, Kalypso unclothed the barely conscious Edward and helped him into a bathtub filled with steaming bubbly water. His once perfect virgin skin was now tarnished and tainted with blood, dirt, and horrible bruises. Some of the cuts on his face had re-opened and a huge gash on his forehead was gushing blood down his face.
Kalypso looked into his eyes, and it broke her heart when she that they were as dead, sorrowful and confused as the day they first met in the mansion. She gently washed Edward's wounds with a warm sudsy cloth, as tears fell silently from her eyes.
"Why did they hurt me?"
"I don't know, sweetie, I just don't know."
Inside, Edward's entire world had turned dark and started to crumble. Ever since the moment the inventor had thrust air in his lungs and thoughts in his head, he had excitedly awaited the day of his completion. In his mind, when the time came for him to get real hands, he could finally be normal and accepted into society, and he could finally love and cherish someone without fear. The people not only stomped on his chest, they stomped on and slaughtered every one of Edward's hopes and dreams. Everything he had clung to for so many years had been forcefully ripped out of him and torn into shreds.
"Edward? Do you ever wish we never met? Do you ever wish I never spent that night in the castle, never tore you away from the only home you've ever known…It seems like all I ever do is put you through hell."
"No." He said the word with such force, it startled Kalypso. "You're all I have left." Tenderly Edward caressed her cheek and kissed her softly on the tip of her nose. In his heart were so many words left unspoken, but he hope his eyes could portray the depth of his feelings.
"Tomorrow morning we have to leave." The words echoed in the silence, letting the heaviness of their meaning truly sink in. Kalypso's usual hysterical thought process returned as she tried to figure out what to do next. Edward watched her fascinated; he had never seen someone make so many different facial expressions consecutively.
"Well, I guess it really doesn't matter where we go. The world is our oyster!" Kalypso did her best to mask the worry that the foreboding future held for them. Not knowing where or if you'll be sleeping tomorrow is never a pleasant feeling for a girl who's lived in the same place her whole life. 'It'll be nice, I'll finally get to see more of the world; perhaps there's a wonderland out there waiting for us.'
Kalypso went around and pack a few belongings and stashed them in her car, just in case they had to make a quick getaway tomorrow. Then she hopped into bed with Edward. Habitually she curled up next to him and laid her head on his chest. It alarmed her when she felt baby soft skin swathed in t-shirt instead of the usual cold leather and metal buckles. Silently her heart gave away her demise, she knew then man was still her beloved; but a part of her would always miss the old Edward. This man, even though he shared the same soul, felt like a stranger.
Edward's thoughts, in a way, mirrored Kalypso's. Inside he felt strange; lying in bed next to the women he loved was creating bizarre feelings in ways he had never felt before. Vaguely, he could remember his father telling him about this in one of his etiquette lessons. Something about how 'a proper gentlemen never shares bedchambers with a lady until after they are ceremoniously wed'. He hadn't really understood that lesson before, but a voice within him told him that these feelings and newly found desires had something to do with that lesson.
A/N: I'm sorry if I disappointed you with this short chapter… Writer's block is truly a cruel mistress. I am truly open to all suggestions from all of you, my amazing, awesome, lovely, super sweet readers!
Lyrics: Tomorrow By Blue October
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