Alright, alright. I admit it...I really DO own Edward Scissorhands!
Uh, that was sarcasm, so, to all you lawyers out there, please don't sue me!
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Not Even Human—Chapter Three
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The mob of children poured into the courtyard. They all began to search for Lucy under bushes, sculptures, and topiaries—all to no avail. Not a trace of Lucy was anywhere, not even her footprints, for the snow had already blotted them out from the ground.
Bobby felt sick in the stomach. He wished with every able atom in his body that he had never let Lucy go. Sure, he thought Lucy was a little annoying, but he never wanted to kill her. She was his sister, for Christ's sake!
Andy was commanding the fleet of children to search here and there. Andy seemed to be the most worried. The boy knew that he was the one that made Lucy go, and he knew all to well what police and parents did to boys like him. He was in a most delicate position at the moment.
The children struggled not to stare at the surreal background, but some of the younger ones couldn't resist stopping completely to gaze at the hand topiary.
The mood of the crowd became frantic. Some kids started to turn around and run back down, leaving before they became too much involved in this incident. Other kids just started running around, like headless chickens, calling Lucy's name.
"She's in the House." Bobby said, his voice drained of all human emotion, "Oh my God. She's in the House."
"You think she made it that far?" Andy asked, his voice muffled as he bit his nails.
Bobby did not answer. Instead, he walked slowly, solemnly up to the huge, gothic door of the castle. He had the terrible nobleness of a man condemned to death. The boy bravely went up the tall steps, slick from hardened snow. Bobby silently stood infront of the castle door. It was slightly ajar and snow trailed into the inside—signs of someone already having ventured into the blackness.
Andy, after a moment of consideration, followed his friend. Even Andy could be loyal sometimes. After that, the rest of the crowd marched up the steps and stood by Bobby and Andy's side.
Bobby's heart was beating violently as he pushed the iron door open, and the children recoiled at the shadowy world this stone castle contained.
In the places it wasn't black, it was grey. Cobwebs covered whole walls, and rats and mice scurried away from the sound of human feet approaching. A whistle of the wind echoed through the dilapidated, creaky mansion. Silence. The kids shivered and straightened their backs, as if waiting for a gun to shoot them all.
Andy was trembling and he wiped cold sweat off his brow.
"Aw," said Bobby, in a sarcastic tone that didn't quite go with the hideous moment, "You afraid, precious?"
"No." Andy snapped, glaring two freezing eyes at Bobby, "I'm not afraid of anything."
A sonorous shriek of the icy winter wind blew around the House, making the hairs on Andy's arm stand as straight as needles.
"What was that?" Andy said, breathlessly, "Oh, shit! It's—it's that psycho thing. The thing in the stories! Oh, shit!"
"And what if it is?" said Bobby, glaring meanly at Andy, "You're not afraid of anything."
"Shut up, bastard!" Andy shouted, his hands coiling in a fist, getting ready to hit Bobby in the face. He reconsidered, and lowered his fist. Hurting Bobby would make things worse.
Andy continued to swear at Bobby and curse Lucy under his breath.
The girls and boys of the mob clustered together, since they had always known there was strength in numbers. The girls started to giggle nervously. The boys were looking wildly about, with clenched fists, ready to hit whatever waited for them in the shadows. Mostly the boys were sweating harder than wax candles.
"This, like, is seriously freaking me out..." said a small valley-girlish girl in the crowd. A few of the kids nodded to her comment.
Bobby looked around, trying to stay out of the shadows as much human feet made possible. He called out for Lucy many times, and only a mocking echo of his voice replied.
"Let's look upstairs, guys." Bobby told the crowd of children, as he put his foot on the first step of the staircase.
"Waddya mean "guys"?" asked a kid, in a you-gotta-be-kidding voice.
Bobby looked at them, "Come on, guys...Please. She's my sister."
No one moved.
Bobby scowled at them, and shot a particularly nasty glare at Andy. Bobby tightened his chest and climbed up the staircase, step by step, one by one, part by part. Each step dug a sharp, black dagger of fear into him, but he persisted for his sister, nonetheless. When he finally reached the top, after what seemed to be a million years, Bobby felt like he was on top of the world.
The kids looked so short and stupid as they looked up to him, admiringly. Bobby leveled himself, feeling his legs go wobbly from the excitement.
Bobby turned around, gulping down hot drool, and he faced the dark, satanic shadows. He walked right into them, and the children below gasped.
He heard the floor creak as he slowly meandered down. He couldn't see his hand infront of his face it was that dark. He must have been walking down a hallway, for he then saw blue-greyish light come from out of a door's outline. He walked faster.
Bobby heard voices, too. Soft, nice voices—like his sister's. Bobby kept on walking faster until he broke into a run.
Bobby grabbed the sides of the doorway to steady himself, as he almost slid past the door.
"Lucy!" he screamed, hysterically, as he ran towards the voices, "Lucy, are you okay? Lucy!"
A cold silence.
During that cold, forbidding silence Bobby noticed the gigantic ice sculptures in the room. He shook off any impression he would have normally had from them, and he called out for his sister.
"Bobby?"
"Lucy!"
"Bobby?" Lucy peeked behind one of the ice sculptures. She smiled. "Bobby!"
Bobby rushed over to Lucy, and he was relived to find her unscathed and quite happy. He was also glad that she was alone, and no "psycho killer" was around to slice them to dog food.
Or so Bobby thought.
The boy turned around to see Edward. The boy froze; his mind went blank. Edward looked back at the boy, thinking that he was going to be as welcoming as Lucy...
"Holy shit!" Bobby cursed. He was so loud, the kids downstairs could hear him. "Holy fucking shit!"
"It's okay." Edward tried to explain, coming closer to Bobby, "I won't—"
Bobby pushed Lucy behind him, heroically; "You stay the fuck away from us!"
Lucy tugged at Bobby's sleeve and tried to explain that Edward was peaceful. Bobby Walters would have none of that talk.
"Jesus Christ!" Bobby swore again, "He's got razors for hands! He's got—!"
And the rest was pure, uncensored swearing. Lucy tried to figure out how much money Bobby would have to put in the swearing jar—it was well over ten dollars by now.
"Bobby, cut it out!" Lucy shouted as she twisted her brother's arm. Bobby gasped, painfully—but it made him stop.
"Lucy, run while you can!" Bobby said, desperately. "He could kill—"
Lucy stamped her foot on the ground, angrily. "Eddie wouldn't hurt a fly, Bobby!"
"That freak—"
"Edward is not a freak, Robert! He's nice!" Lucy hissed. Bobby was only called "Robert" on rare occasions. Lucy never called Bobby "Robert".
Edward started to back away into the shadows again. He knew when he was causing trouble.
"Don't go!" Lucy pleaded, running over to Edward.
Lucy turned back to Bobby, her brown eyes incredibly hateful for an eight-year-old. "Look what you did, Robert! You scared him away!"
"What I did? Do you have any idea how damn worried I was about you?" Bobby snapped at his sister, angrily. "And stop calling me Robert!"
Edward was about to slip away into the other side of the room, when a loud "Whoa!" came from the door. Edward jumped, surprised.
More children were coming into the room, and Edward worried on how he was going to keep his hands away from them.
The kids all flocked around Lucy, making sure she was alive. After finding her alive and kicking, the children started to look at the shining sculptures towering above them. They gazed, open-mouthed.
Bobby was fuming with annoyance, "Oh, sure, now you come and help me!"
Lucy pushed past the crowd of children.
"Edward!" Lucy said, in her nice way, "Edward...don't be shy..."
The kids looked at her, confused. They kept watching her persuade something from the shadows, and they started to think she went loony.
A grey shape came into view from the ghostly shadows. The kids all gasped, loudly, and backed away.
"Don't listen to them, Eddie," Lucy said, softly, "They're always being stupid like that..."
Edward hesitantly stepped out of the shadows, his scissorhands glinting in the new, bright sunlight that was streaming through the fallen- apart ceiling.
Edward tried to smile. He streched his razor hands out infront of him. He looked like a shy zombie.
"This is Edward Scissorhands," said Lucy, as she turned to the crowd, "He's very nice—and he's not a freak."
Silence.
"He won't hurt us—Eddie wouldn't even think of it."
Silence.
Edward snipped his "fingers", nervously. He hated being watched and gawked at.
Silence.
"Cooooooll!" Said a group of boys, their voices in a chorus. Their eyes gleamed, impressed, as they looked at Edward's hands.
The girls soon joined in their admiration of the machine man, and they all said his sculptures were beautiful.
Edward blushed, bashfully.
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"Mom!" shouted Bobby, panting as he pushed the sliding glass door open. "Mom, you won't believe this!"
Molly, Jake, and Grandma Kim were in the living room. The TV was still on, and an annoying commercial with jumping candy canes was booming out of the electrical box. Jake and Grandma stayed on the sofa, lazily, as Molly got up.
Molly ran over to Bobby and fussed over everything; his hair, his temperature, his gloves, and Lucy. She looked around worriedly for Lucy, and demanded to know where she was.
"Mom, Mom," Bobby said, holding his mother's arms, "Just wait until you see this! You'll never believe it!"
Bobby broke free from Molly's grasp and he rushed other to his Grandma. Kim looked up at Bobby, and Bobby smiled from ear to ear.
"I never believed you, Gran," Bobby confessed, happily, "That crazy, stupid story about Edwardo—Edward—whatever—Scissorhands."
Molly and Jake looked at Bobby as if they were going to murder him. Kim frowned, quite hurt by the boy's words.
Bobby looked Grandma in the face, "But I do now! I've seen him with my own two eyes!"
"Bobby," Kim said, her voice offended, "What do you mean?"
"Just wait and see!" Bobby said, running out of the sliding glass door.
A minute later there was a big commotion outside. Kids were chatting to each other, running, giving orders, being ordered around, and coming into the Walters' kitchen.
"Come on, Edward..." The adults heard Lucy say, "I'm sure she'll remember you!"
The children pulled Edward through glass door, and pushed him forward.
Edward was blushing a bright red, and he looked downwards towards his feet. He didn't want to look up, knowing that Peg and Bill would be looking at him—thinking he was a ghost. He didn't want to look up and see Kim's face—she thinking he had stupidly come out of the House.
Edward wanted to cry. He remembered what happened that night with Jim. He hated Jim, though he knew it was wrong to hate. He couldn't help it. And then there was Joyce; he didn't like Joyce. Her claw-like fingers, her pink lipstick, her tight clothes— Joyce disgusted him.
Edward shivered as he thought of what the Suburbanites would do. Hang him, shoot him, beat him? Death was inevitably in order.
Edward wished he had stayed at home.
Molly gasped, horrified, and she stood staring at Edward. Jake yelled and sprang up from the sofa, with his fists ready to clobber the monster.
Kim would have gasped, screamed, or even laughed—but she found no strength to. She was old and feeble, and such a sight as this paralyzed her. Kim felt her senses go blank. She didn't believe what she was seeing.
Kim stopped breathing. No one noticed.
"W-who and w-what—" Jake stammered, still holding his fists, "—are you?"
"Honey, stay away from him!" warned Molly, and she turned to the children, "Kids, don't go near it! It doesn't look clean!"
Edward's head shot up. He didn't recognize any of those voices, and they didn't sound like Peg or Bill. He saw two unfamiliar people staring back at him, horrified. Another unfamiliar person was on the sofa, with their eyes closed. Edward frowned.
Lucy came out of the mob, "Mommy, he won't hurt us! His name's Edward Scissorhands. The one from the stories, remember?"
Molly and Jake watched the leather-clad man.
Jake Walters said, "Lucy, don't get—" Jake glanced back to his mother for a moment. He saw her unconscious.
Jake spun around, forgetting the monster, and ran over to his mother's side. "Mom! O my God! Molly, come and help me! She's not breathing!"
Molly also forgot about the dangerous-looking man in the kitchen, and ran over to Jake. "Kim? O my God...Kim! She's not breathing!"
Edward gasped. "Kim?"
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Tell me what you think, amigos!
Uh, that was sarcasm, so, to all you lawyers out there, please don't sue me!
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Not Even Human—Chapter Three
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The mob of children poured into the courtyard. They all began to search for Lucy under bushes, sculptures, and topiaries—all to no avail. Not a trace of Lucy was anywhere, not even her footprints, for the snow had already blotted them out from the ground.
Bobby felt sick in the stomach. He wished with every able atom in his body that he had never let Lucy go. Sure, he thought Lucy was a little annoying, but he never wanted to kill her. She was his sister, for Christ's sake!
Andy was commanding the fleet of children to search here and there. Andy seemed to be the most worried. The boy knew that he was the one that made Lucy go, and he knew all to well what police and parents did to boys like him. He was in a most delicate position at the moment.
The children struggled not to stare at the surreal background, but some of the younger ones couldn't resist stopping completely to gaze at the hand topiary.
The mood of the crowd became frantic. Some kids started to turn around and run back down, leaving before they became too much involved in this incident. Other kids just started running around, like headless chickens, calling Lucy's name.
"She's in the House." Bobby said, his voice drained of all human emotion, "Oh my God. She's in the House."
"You think she made it that far?" Andy asked, his voice muffled as he bit his nails.
Bobby did not answer. Instead, he walked slowly, solemnly up to the huge, gothic door of the castle. He had the terrible nobleness of a man condemned to death. The boy bravely went up the tall steps, slick from hardened snow. Bobby silently stood infront of the castle door. It was slightly ajar and snow trailed into the inside—signs of someone already having ventured into the blackness.
Andy, after a moment of consideration, followed his friend. Even Andy could be loyal sometimes. After that, the rest of the crowd marched up the steps and stood by Bobby and Andy's side.
Bobby's heart was beating violently as he pushed the iron door open, and the children recoiled at the shadowy world this stone castle contained.
In the places it wasn't black, it was grey. Cobwebs covered whole walls, and rats and mice scurried away from the sound of human feet approaching. A whistle of the wind echoed through the dilapidated, creaky mansion. Silence. The kids shivered and straightened their backs, as if waiting for a gun to shoot them all.
Andy was trembling and he wiped cold sweat off his brow.
"Aw," said Bobby, in a sarcastic tone that didn't quite go with the hideous moment, "You afraid, precious?"
"No." Andy snapped, glaring two freezing eyes at Bobby, "I'm not afraid of anything."
A sonorous shriek of the icy winter wind blew around the House, making the hairs on Andy's arm stand as straight as needles.
"What was that?" Andy said, breathlessly, "Oh, shit! It's—it's that psycho thing. The thing in the stories! Oh, shit!"
"And what if it is?" said Bobby, glaring meanly at Andy, "You're not afraid of anything."
"Shut up, bastard!" Andy shouted, his hands coiling in a fist, getting ready to hit Bobby in the face. He reconsidered, and lowered his fist. Hurting Bobby would make things worse.
Andy continued to swear at Bobby and curse Lucy under his breath.
The girls and boys of the mob clustered together, since they had always known there was strength in numbers. The girls started to giggle nervously. The boys were looking wildly about, with clenched fists, ready to hit whatever waited for them in the shadows. Mostly the boys were sweating harder than wax candles.
"This, like, is seriously freaking me out..." said a small valley-girlish girl in the crowd. A few of the kids nodded to her comment.
Bobby looked around, trying to stay out of the shadows as much human feet made possible. He called out for Lucy many times, and only a mocking echo of his voice replied.
"Let's look upstairs, guys." Bobby told the crowd of children, as he put his foot on the first step of the staircase.
"Waddya mean "guys"?" asked a kid, in a you-gotta-be-kidding voice.
Bobby looked at them, "Come on, guys...Please. She's my sister."
No one moved.
Bobby scowled at them, and shot a particularly nasty glare at Andy. Bobby tightened his chest and climbed up the staircase, step by step, one by one, part by part. Each step dug a sharp, black dagger of fear into him, but he persisted for his sister, nonetheless. When he finally reached the top, after what seemed to be a million years, Bobby felt like he was on top of the world.
The kids looked so short and stupid as they looked up to him, admiringly. Bobby leveled himself, feeling his legs go wobbly from the excitement.
Bobby turned around, gulping down hot drool, and he faced the dark, satanic shadows. He walked right into them, and the children below gasped.
He heard the floor creak as he slowly meandered down. He couldn't see his hand infront of his face it was that dark. He must have been walking down a hallway, for he then saw blue-greyish light come from out of a door's outline. He walked faster.
Bobby heard voices, too. Soft, nice voices—like his sister's. Bobby kept on walking faster until he broke into a run.
Bobby grabbed the sides of the doorway to steady himself, as he almost slid past the door.
"Lucy!" he screamed, hysterically, as he ran towards the voices, "Lucy, are you okay? Lucy!"
A cold silence.
During that cold, forbidding silence Bobby noticed the gigantic ice sculptures in the room. He shook off any impression he would have normally had from them, and he called out for his sister.
"Bobby?"
"Lucy!"
"Bobby?" Lucy peeked behind one of the ice sculptures. She smiled. "Bobby!"
Bobby rushed over to Lucy, and he was relived to find her unscathed and quite happy. He was also glad that she was alone, and no "psycho killer" was around to slice them to dog food.
Or so Bobby thought.
The boy turned around to see Edward. The boy froze; his mind went blank. Edward looked back at the boy, thinking that he was going to be as welcoming as Lucy...
"Holy shit!" Bobby cursed. He was so loud, the kids downstairs could hear him. "Holy fucking shit!"
"It's okay." Edward tried to explain, coming closer to Bobby, "I won't—"
Bobby pushed Lucy behind him, heroically; "You stay the fuck away from us!"
Lucy tugged at Bobby's sleeve and tried to explain that Edward was peaceful. Bobby Walters would have none of that talk.
"Jesus Christ!" Bobby swore again, "He's got razors for hands! He's got—!"
And the rest was pure, uncensored swearing. Lucy tried to figure out how much money Bobby would have to put in the swearing jar—it was well over ten dollars by now.
"Bobby, cut it out!" Lucy shouted as she twisted her brother's arm. Bobby gasped, painfully—but it made him stop.
"Lucy, run while you can!" Bobby said, desperately. "He could kill—"
Lucy stamped her foot on the ground, angrily. "Eddie wouldn't hurt a fly, Bobby!"
"That freak—"
"Edward is not a freak, Robert! He's nice!" Lucy hissed. Bobby was only called "Robert" on rare occasions. Lucy never called Bobby "Robert".
Edward started to back away into the shadows again. He knew when he was causing trouble.
"Don't go!" Lucy pleaded, running over to Edward.
Lucy turned back to Bobby, her brown eyes incredibly hateful for an eight-year-old. "Look what you did, Robert! You scared him away!"
"What I did? Do you have any idea how damn worried I was about you?" Bobby snapped at his sister, angrily. "And stop calling me Robert!"
Edward was about to slip away into the other side of the room, when a loud "Whoa!" came from the door. Edward jumped, surprised.
More children were coming into the room, and Edward worried on how he was going to keep his hands away from them.
The kids all flocked around Lucy, making sure she was alive. After finding her alive and kicking, the children started to look at the shining sculptures towering above them. They gazed, open-mouthed.
Bobby was fuming with annoyance, "Oh, sure, now you come and help me!"
Lucy pushed past the crowd of children.
"Edward!" Lucy said, in her nice way, "Edward...don't be shy..."
The kids looked at her, confused. They kept watching her persuade something from the shadows, and they started to think she went loony.
A grey shape came into view from the ghostly shadows. The kids all gasped, loudly, and backed away.
"Don't listen to them, Eddie," Lucy said, softly, "They're always being stupid like that..."
Edward hesitantly stepped out of the shadows, his scissorhands glinting in the new, bright sunlight that was streaming through the fallen- apart ceiling.
Edward tried to smile. He streched his razor hands out infront of him. He looked like a shy zombie.
"This is Edward Scissorhands," said Lucy, as she turned to the crowd, "He's very nice—and he's not a freak."
Silence.
"He won't hurt us—Eddie wouldn't even think of it."
Silence.
Edward snipped his "fingers", nervously. He hated being watched and gawked at.
Silence.
"Cooooooll!" Said a group of boys, their voices in a chorus. Their eyes gleamed, impressed, as they looked at Edward's hands.
The girls soon joined in their admiration of the machine man, and they all said his sculptures were beautiful.
Edward blushed, bashfully.
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"Mom!" shouted Bobby, panting as he pushed the sliding glass door open. "Mom, you won't believe this!"
Molly, Jake, and Grandma Kim were in the living room. The TV was still on, and an annoying commercial with jumping candy canes was booming out of the electrical box. Jake and Grandma stayed on the sofa, lazily, as Molly got up.
Molly ran over to Bobby and fussed over everything; his hair, his temperature, his gloves, and Lucy. She looked around worriedly for Lucy, and demanded to know where she was.
"Mom, Mom," Bobby said, holding his mother's arms, "Just wait until you see this! You'll never believe it!"
Bobby broke free from Molly's grasp and he rushed other to his Grandma. Kim looked up at Bobby, and Bobby smiled from ear to ear.
"I never believed you, Gran," Bobby confessed, happily, "That crazy, stupid story about Edwardo—Edward—whatever—Scissorhands."
Molly and Jake looked at Bobby as if they were going to murder him. Kim frowned, quite hurt by the boy's words.
Bobby looked Grandma in the face, "But I do now! I've seen him with my own two eyes!"
"Bobby," Kim said, her voice offended, "What do you mean?"
"Just wait and see!" Bobby said, running out of the sliding glass door.
A minute later there was a big commotion outside. Kids were chatting to each other, running, giving orders, being ordered around, and coming into the Walters' kitchen.
"Come on, Edward..." The adults heard Lucy say, "I'm sure she'll remember you!"
The children pulled Edward through glass door, and pushed him forward.
Edward was blushing a bright red, and he looked downwards towards his feet. He didn't want to look up, knowing that Peg and Bill would be looking at him—thinking he was a ghost. He didn't want to look up and see Kim's face—she thinking he had stupidly come out of the House.
Edward wanted to cry. He remembered what happened that night with Jim. He hated Jim, though he knew it was wrong to hate. He couldn't help it. And then there was Joyce; he didn't like Joyce. Her claw-like fingers, her pink lipstick, her tight clothes— Joyce disgusted him.
Edward shivered as he thought of what the Suburbanites would do. Hang him, shoot him, beat him? Death was inevitably in order.
Edward wished he had stayed at home.
Molly gasped, horrified, and she stood staring at Edward. Jake yelled and sprang up from the sofa, with his fists ready to clobber the monster.
Kim would have gasped, screamed, or even laughed—but she found no strength to. She was old and feeble, and such a sight as this paralyzed her. Kim felt her senses go blank. She didn't believe what she was seeing.
Kim stopped breathing. No one noticed.
"W-who and w-what—" Jake stammered, still holding his fists, "—are you?"
"Honey, stay away from him!" warned Molly, and she turned to the children, "Kids, don't go near it! It doesn't look clean!"
Edward's head shot up. He didn't recognize any of those voices, and they didn't sound like Peg or Bill. He saw two unfamiliar people staring back at him, horrified. Another unfamiliar person was on the sofa, with their eyes closed. Edward frowned.
Lucy came out of the mob, "Mommy, he won't hurt us! His name's Edward Scissorhands. The one from the stories, remember?"
Molly and Jake watched the leather-clad man.
Jake Walters said, "Lucy, don't get—" Jake glanced back to his mother for a moment. He saw her unconscious.
Jake spun around, forgetting the monster, and ran over to his mother's side. "Mom! O my God! Molly, come and help me! She's not breathing!"
Molly also forgot about the dangerous-looking man in the kitchen, and ran over to Jake. "Kim? O my God...Kim! She's not breathing!"
Edward gasped. "Kim?"
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Tell me what you think, amigos!