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Chapter 3

Three. Cel opened her eyes to see a face right up in her face.

She screamed.

He screamed.

Cel looked at his face, scarred, but from what? She looked at his hands, they were scissors.

"It's okay, it's okay," Cel said trying calm him down as well as herself. "I'm Celeste." She almost offered her hand, but then remembered his.

"I'm Edward, pleased to meet you." The man said as he stopped screaming. "What are you doing here?"

"I just bought this house."

"Really?"

"Yes, and they said that no one lived here."

"I live here."

"I can see that."

"I can see, too. I have eyes, just not hands." Edward thrust his scissors forward.

"Yes, but why?"

"There was the professor. He was my dad. He made me, but when he was going to put my hands on, he died."

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"Why are you sorry? You have hands."

"I mean that I'm sorry for you."

"Oh. My name's Edward."

"You already told me that."

"Really?"
"Yes. How long have you lived here?"

"A very long time," Edward said, stretching out his hands. "This long."

This is going to be difficult. I can't exactly kick him out of the only home he knows. Cel thought, trying to figure out a plan of action.