A/N: Just wanted to thank everyone for the reviews again and that this is where the story really gets interesting...lol
Chapter 8
Ravenscroft stopped his car as they pulled up in front of a quaint little brick house. Claire looked out the window noticing all the lights were out.
"That's odd." She mushed.
"What?" Ravenscroft looked at her.
"There's no lights on." Claire quipped.
"That's a problem?"
"No, I just think that he would have at least one light on if he's waiting for us, don't you?" Claire glanced at him.
"I don't know, Burton is a bit eccentric at times. Come on let's go." Ravenscroft said getting out of the car.
The two walked up to the front door to see that it had been cracked open. Ravenscroft pushed the door open, drawing his gun.
"Burton?" He called.
Claire looked around the room searching for a light switch. She walked over to a table light, turning it on. The light was dim, but revealed the room enough to see that it was classically decorated.
"Stay here, I'm going to check upstairs." Ravenscroft said, his tone soft.
Claire nodded as she took a seat on the couch.
The stairs creaked beneath Ravenscroft's feet as he slowly went up the stairs. He flipped on the stair light once to the top. The hall lit up revealing a trail of blood stains.
"This doesn't look good." He mumbled, cocking his gun.
He eased his way down the hall, following the trail of blood. He looked ahead to see the trail ended at Burton's bedroom door. He took a deep breath as he opened the door. He squinted in the dark as a horrible odor came across him.
"Oh god, what is that." He flipped on the light.
He stumbled back in horror as he seen Burton hanging from the ceiling fan. His stomach had been ripped open and his intestines were wrapped around his neck and the fan. Ravenscroft turned from the room gaging. He bent over vomiting.
"Oh fuck, oh my fucking God." He took a deep breath then wiped his face with his left jacket sleeve.
He leaned against the wall closing his eyes when he heard Claire scream.
"Oh shit, Claire!" He quickly ran back down the stairs to the living room where he had left her.
He looked around, she was gone.
"Claire!" He called out.
He ran into the kitchen then to Burton's den. There Claire sat huddled under Burton's desk.
"Claire, are you alright?" Ravenscroft asked as he knelt down by her.
"He's outside." She whispered.
Ravenscroft glanced over his shoulder then back at Claire.
"We're going to make it out of here, trust me." He helped her out from underneath the desk. "Ok now I'm going to distract him, and no matter what you run like hell to my car, and you leave."
"What? Are you insane! What about you!" Claire said in a firm whisper.
"Don't worry about me, just go." Ravenscroft whispered giving her his car keys.
"But to where?" Claire asked taking the keys.
"The police station, you'll be safe there." Ravenscroft said as they cautiously left the den.
"Are you sure, Burton said the same thing!" Claire retorted.
"There's police there 24/7, you'll be safe." Ravenscroft assured her.
Claire hesitated then agreed to do as she was told. The two swiftly moved to the kitchen.
"Where did you see him outside?" Ravenscroft asked when there was a large shattering noise.
Claire's heart stopped for a moment as she heard the sound of glass breaking. "By the front door." She whispered.
Ravenscroft leaned against the kitchen wall, peering around the corner into the living room. He narrowed his eyes as he seen the grisly figure of Scissorman.
"The back door. Go out the back door, but be absolutely silent." Ravenscroft whispered.
Claire slowly eased her way to the door, gently unlocking it and turning the knob. She slowly opened it as a chill ran up her spine when she heard that noise. The noise of two sharp steel blades clashing together.
KA CHING
KA CHING
KA CHING
She quickly slipped out the door looking at Ravenscroft.
"Be careful." She whispered.
"I will, now go, and don't turn back." He closed the door, locking it.
Claire shivered as the ran soaked her to the bone. She took several deep breaths then sprinted towards the street. Her feet sunk into the mud slowing her down. She stumbled tripping over a gardening hose. She scrambled back to her feet, covered in mud. She ran full force towards the SUV getting into the driver's seat. She felt in her pockets for the keys, she couldn't find.
"Shit, I must've lost them when I tripped." She quickly got out of the car and ran back to where she fell.
She scrambled about looking through the mud when she heard several gun shots. Her stomach twisted, but she continued looking for the keys.
"Fuck!" She sneered to herself.
Finally she seen the keys by the gardening hose. She scrambled to them, grabbing them. She dashed back to the car getting in. She put the key in the ignition, but it wouldn't start.
"Come on, start!" She quipped trying again.
KA CHING
Claire looked to her right to see Scissorman by the passenger door.
"Ahhhhh!" She screamed as he shoved his sheers through the door.
She quickly tried to start the car again as Scissorman broke the window. The car roared to life and Claire slammed her foot down on the gas. The tires squealed as she sped away, taking Scissorman's giant scissors with her.