Author's Note: Sorry guys it's been forever since I last updated, been real busy and couldn't manage to set aside any time to write on the story. Anyway, thanks for your reviews and here are some more chapters for you all to read. :)

Chapter 4

Claire gazed over the case files of the Clock Tower murders as Professor Burton came in with two cups of coffee.

"So what do you think?" Burton asked handing Claire a cup.

"Thanks. Well I find it all very intriguing. There's several accounts here that said that Scissorman had been killed, on more than one occasion. Makes you wonder if there's more than one person in on it, like some kind of cult." Claire piped, taking the cup of coffee.

"I've spent 10 years investigating this case, 10 years of giving mental therapy to those who survived that horror, and do you know what I've learned?" Burton sat down behind his desk. "I've learned that this man, no that's an understatement, calling Scissorman a human being is absurd, 'it' is a more suitable title, has evolved with every incident. This thing isn't an ordinary mass killer, it evolves into something more horrible and more evil every time it kills. It's possible that when Scissorman was killed or destroyed that it only made him stronger, that in a way the lives he took added on to his own life span, making him immortal. If Scissorman was once human, he is not human anymore. A kind of hybrid version of Darwin's theory of evolution, we evolved from apes, but what evolves from us?"

Claire looked at Burton getting a chill up her spine. "You're comparing Scissorman to what? A god?"

"Not necessarily a god, but a devil. We're given choices in life, different paths to follow, and each choice we make, each path we choose, helps us evolve on several different levels. We evolve mentally, physically, and emotionally. Now looking at Scissorman, for example, a person isn't born pure evil, some say that's so, but all children are born innocent, it is what happens to them in life that determines whether they were a good person or a bad person. Now from my psychoanalysis of Scissorman, he was probably beaten as child, probably witnessed his father beating his mother. Then as he got older he became violent, torturing animals, destroying toys in violent ways. His parents probably made that worse. I could see his father being a violent drunk, always losing his temper. He catches his son gutting the family cat. What do you think happens? He screams at his son, "You little prick, you like that don't you!" He hits him, hard, then yells in his ear, "I should gut you, you little bastard! Always in your room, playing with your dolls, and every time I waste my money buying you a worthless fucking animal you kill it! Well I'm done you little fuck, I should kill you! How's that sound, let you see how it feels having your insides ripped out!" He throws his son into the wall slamming his head over and over again into it. Then the boy's mother comes in when his father grabs the knife he had been gutting the cat with. She screams grabbing her husband's arm, "Don't! Don't hurt him, he can't help it!" He smacks her, knocking her aside. She gets to her feet and attacks him, risking her own life to safe her child, but she's weak, she doesn't have the strength to stop him. He spins around shoving the knife in her stomach, the boy watches his mother fall to the floor, dead. His father turns, his eyes enraged with madness, "Look at what you made me do you little piece of shit! Look at what you did! Do you see! You're mother's dead because of you!" The boy becomes distort and full of anger, there's a pair of sharp scissors on his desk beside him. He grabs them and thrusts the scissors into his father's chest, over and over again. His father falls to his knees and manages to cut the boy's face, but without hesitation, with no regard of the pain he felt, the boy continued to stab his father. The man falls back, dead, but does his son stop? No, he continues until he has ripped his father's insides out just like their poor cat. Covered in blood, the boy feels nothing except satisfaction, he enjoy killing the bastard. Soon he buries his mother and father in the backyard then runs away, now left with that mark, that mark to kill. Killing his father didn't satisfy his bloodlust for long, he practiced on animals until he was good enough to go for the big game again, then the murders began. He had evolved into something more evil than a human being. Humans have feelings, emotions. Scissorman, he doesn't feel, he just craves and feeds off of the rush that killing gives him." Burton said, his look was intense.

"God that's terrible, you came up with that yourself?" Claire cringed.

"No, you only have to look at other killers to see that they all had problems as a child that lead to them becoming the ultimate homicidal maniac. It's a rough theory, I know, but it isn't all that unlikely." Burton quipped, drinking his coffee.

Claire closed the case files. "So you think that over time Scissorman has gained his right to immortality, but not as a god, but as a devil? I know there was supernatural events also associated with the incidents. Maybe, now I'm going out on a lim here, but maybe it wasn't evolution that made him immortal but the Devil himself. If your assumption about him killing his parents is somewhat correct maybe he got scared, maybe he thought that he'd get caught, so he made a deal with the Devil. Sold his soul in order to get away without anyone catching him. So intern he isn't exactly immortal, he just can't be killed because he can't be caught." She mushed.

Burton smiled. "That's a good theory, Ms. Robertson, and actually fits right in with you're first thought."

"My first thought?" Claire raised one brow slightly.

"Yes, about the cult thing. One of the detectives that I had spoken with when the second incident happened said that when he went up to the old mansion just outside of Prague, where supposedly Scissorman was said to have been hiding, him and his partner stumbled upon some cult activity within the mansion and outside of it. The mansion has been empty for years, no one has lived in it since about 1828, the whole family massacred, ironically. After that incident his partner turned up dead at the same site two weeks later, they said he went in alone to do more investigating, Detective Ravenscroft thinks otherwise." Burton said.

"Ravenscroft?" Claire paused a moment. "That name sounds familiar."

"It's possible he worked on the incident you were involved in as well. He's been working the Clock Tower murders ever since they began, he's the one that gave me copies of the case files." Burton mushed.

"Do you think we could go and see him? I'd like to ask him a few questions." Claire said, adjusting in her seat.

"Of course, but after that I think I should take you back to your hotel. You should rest it's been a long trip. Then tomorrow I'll take you to visit some of the survivors from the previous incidents." Burton said, standing.

Claire nodded grabbing her bag. The two left the office.