Author's Note: Sorry for the long wait! Not having a computer sucks! And thanks for caring enough not to just stop reading. I know how awful it is when you get really into a fic and it is never finished!

Disclaimer: Yeah, I don't own it…yet. And when I do-First Fear boxed set! W00t!

To the Reviewers:

Bubblesnap-Are you reviewing this fic or my Fatal Frame one? I promise to work on that one right after this.

Jason-Perhaps one of my most determined reviewers. Your wish has been granted. Hope you like it!

DevilsLoveChild666-I'm planning on doing that.

Zeon-Yes, that was indeed a reference to Silent Hill 2's Angela Orosco.

And without further ado…

Chapter Three

If You Can't Beat'em…Run Like Hell

"Me! Aren't you going to help!" Alyssa cried in her English Accent, looking at me in panicked disbelief.

I just shrugged. "You're the one with the bow and arrow-I'm just an innocent bystander."

The blond rolled her eyes and sighed. She pointed her weapon at Scissorman. "I am a Rooder, and I will vanquish you from this world!"

Scissorman did not seem the slightest bit frightened. He jumped up in the air and did a little dance. Alyssa shot an arrow that seemed to be made of golden light at him. It hit dead on, but did not seem to have any effect on him.

"What?" The "Rooder" backed away. "I guess my bow doesn't work on anyone but Entities…"

I still did not know what a Rooder or an Entity was. "Translation, please?"

She turned to me with a gloomy expression and spoke in a manner uncommon for such a usually proper girl. "We're screwed."

"No! I don't want to die!" Panicking I started throwing anything within reach at the scissor-wielding menace-Pillows, vases, couches, paperclips, a German Shepard named Phillip…

The masked killer let out a cry and stumbled backwards. Once again the three of us were running. We came upon a hallway lined on both sides with many red doors and ran into one. Scissorman-hot on our trail-entered another one. The Scooby and the Mystery Gang ran out of one and into another for who knows what reason.

Somehow, myself, Sherry, and Alyssa found ourselves running down an even longer hallway, Scissorman only a few feet behind us. We jumped over a few turtles, stomped on a few mushrooms, and even collected a few gold coins along the way. If we survived this nightmare, at least we'd be getting compensation for emotional damages and trauma.

At the end of the damp tunnel was a green pipe sticking out of the wall. It looked to be just big enough for a person to fit through, and we were just seconds away from becoming victims of a pair of deadly shears, so we dived headfirst into it. There was an odd sound and we fell into what appeared to be a kitchen that contained only a fridge, an old-fashioned stove, and a large cupboard.

Groaning, we all got to our feet, rubbing our aching backsides. We heard another strange sound and looked up just in time to see Scissorman's legs swinging over our heads-he had gotten stuck!

Normally, I would have had a little laugh at this, but just then I noticed the dark red stains on the floor, leading to the cupboard. As if that weren't bad enough, they looked pretty fresh…