Disclaimer: Again, I do not own Clock Tower…yet.
Author's Note: Sorry it took so long to update! Stupid research papers…Anyway, I have possibly mixed up the years in this. Just so we're clear, this takes place in late 2003! Thank you!
Chapter Two
Kids Shouldn't Run With Scissors
Phew! I finally got a chance to write in my notebook! A bunch of crazy things have happened since we entered this mansion. I haven't got a lot of time, but I'll try to record everything from the beginning.
When we entered the foyer, I thought I heard a strange noise, but no one else seemed to notice anything. Then, the next thing I know, this crazy guy in a mask comes bursting in, carrying a giant pair of scissors that are covered in something red, which I had seriously hoped was strawberry jam. He limped towards our group, cutting the air with those shears of his. And total panic ensued.
Ms. Trevor screamed at the top of her lungs and made a run for it. (Whatever happened to protecting the students? I knew I shouldn't have signed that damn permission slip!) Natasha, Rosalyn and Chris pretty much did the same thing. Sherry was huddled in the corner, obviously terrified. And Alyssa, who also looked a little scared, said a strange word…"Entity"?
I was frozen were I stood, unsure what to do. My mind screamed at me to run, but I couldn't make my feet move. And how could I just abandon Sherry and Alyssa? But, on the other hand, what could I do to stop that scissor-wielding freak that was coming towards us, with an intent that was probably dangerous. That's how it usually is, right?
Suddenly, Alyssa came running in front of me, and splashed him with some water from a pretty bottle. He just stared at her like she was some kind of lunatic.
"It doesn't work?" Alyssa seemed shocked. "Then, he's not an Entity?"
I had no idea what the heck she was talking about, but I knew something had to be done before we all became mincemeat. Suppressing my fears, I did the only thing I could think of-the thing that had been in so many horror movies, that I was certain we all could pull it off.
"RUN LIKE HELL!" I screamed, grabbing Sherry by the wrist and hightailing it out the door, with Alyssa close behind. The three of us hid in the first room we could find-a bedroom,-which is where we are right now, and where I am writing this.
We have only been hiding here for a few minutes. I can hear that guy-Scissorman, I'll call him-just outside. The sound of his scissors opening and closing increases our fear. It won't be long now.
"What'll we do?" I find myself whimpering, hugging the equally-frightened Sherry.
"Don't worry." said Alyssa. Her pretty bottle changed into a cool-looking bow. "Even if he's not an Entity, I'm sure I can defeat him with this."
Who does she think she is, Buffy the Scissorman Slayer?
Okay, I'm in another room with Sherry now. After that Scissor-guy found our hiding place, I had had enough. Furiously I had stood up, and said the following, and I am not kidding:
"Listen up, you scissor-wielding freak! We will not allow you to just limp in here and snip off our heads! We are girls, and we will not allow boys to push us around! We are not afraid of you! You will be defeated by our awesome powers and wicked skills! We are seriously gonna kick your ass! Now," I shouted. "GO GET HIM, ALYSSA!"