I got 6 reviews so far! Not bad…not bad…but please! I'd like even more reviews!
I left you all on quite a cliffhanger there. Mwahaha. I'm so evil.
Let me post a disclaimer one more time:
I DO NOT OWN EDWARD SCISSORHANDS.
But no worries, Tim Burton will see the errors of his ways eventually.
Me: Alright, Burton, gimme the rights to Edward Scissorhands!
Tim Burton: Never!
Me: puts on earplugs and turns on "High School Musical" and other Disney songs
Tim Burton: Alright, fine! Just stop the torture! It burns! IT BURNS!
(sorry to offend people who like "High School Musical")
By the way, the inventor's name in this story will be "Vincent Price", just like the actor who plays him in the movie. Because that name rocks .
Okay, back to the story:
Chapter 4:
Hello, Edward.
He did not reply to this. Instead, he lifted his arms and held them still in the air. She could see him a little better now, his suit of leather and pruning-shear hands reflecting every bit of light there was. She could see his hair, dark as midnight and sticking out in every direction possible, showing he hadn't changed too much appearance-wise since she left him. She finally looked straight into his dark brown eyes, two endless tunnels that seemed to fill her with peace and shame at the same time. The eyes stayed completely fixed on her, never moving, never even blinking.
His arms were still in the air. She finally realized what it meant.
Slowly, almost cautiously, she wrapped her thin pale arms around him, placing her head on his shoulder and closing her eyes, just like she did on that fateful night. The night that had changed her entirely.
"I missed you", she finally heard.
"I…I missed you too. So, so much." She replied quietly. She saw the bus driver turn around and give her a nasty look, but she couldn't care less. Every time she was around Edward, she just stopped caring about other peoples' expectations. She truly felt like she could be herself, and be loved at the same time. It felt good.
"Why…why are you here? How are you here?" She asked, amazed that it took her so long to ask that question.
Again, no reply. He brought down one of his arms to reveal an envelope impaled by one of his shears. She carefully slid it off and opened it. Inside was money, a photo and a letter. She unfolded the letter, held it up into the light and began scanning it with her tired eyes:
Dear Brother,
I have just heard the news. I am terribly sorry. I'll try to help you as much as I possibly can. I cannot believe they fired you. What a world we live in! And from what I read, they fired you from your job because you had "radical ideas". Ha! Radical ideas? What a country we live in! A scientist has radical ideas and he gets fired! Scientists are supposed to be imaginative. That is why we have all the luxuries in our homes today! What is worse, I heard you are not being hired by any other companies. That is a shame. No worries, they will see eventually. They will all see the errors of their ways, in time. Just give it time. I have enclosed some money for you. It is not much, but it is all I have to give as of the moment. I hope it is enough.
Now, on a more positive note: Edward said his first word today. It was "Father". It brought tears to my eyes. It really did. He is growing up to be quite the gentleman. He tries to help me around our home, even though his scissor hands create difficulty for him. Poor fellow! I have yet to install his human hands for him. Hopefully, I can do that by Christmas. But, hands or no hands, he is still a living, breathing miracle. He is my pride and joy and I love him like the child I never had. He is beautiful. I just wish you were here to meet him.
I attached a photo of us together, father and son. Your family misses you.
Love,
Your brother, Vincent.
So that was it. He was going to the only person who had a chance at helping him. The only person who could possibly…give him what he was missing. A pair of human hands…and a family.
Kim took out the black and white photo. An old man, who seemed young at heart due to his crazy light eyes, was standing next to Edward, holding his arm firmly on Edward's shoulder. Edward looked different. His hair was perfectly slicked back, not a scar was visible on his face, and he had a smile on his face that she had never seen before. He looked so…happy. Just genuinely happy. It was the type of smile that made everyone else want to smile as well. She noted that at the bottom of the photo was "1989" written in black ink. 1989. A year before she met Edward.
She looked at the address on the envelope next. It was addressed to Jonathon Price, in Manhattan, New York.
New York. That was where they were now both going. The last time she had been there was a few years ago. She remembered everything well though. She had seen "Phantom of the Opera" on Broadway, a show that had brought tears in her eyes and made her weep for days. It was so touching and beautiful. A tale of unconditional love. A love that could never be. She never thought in her wildest dreams that she'd find herself in such a similar situation. But…maybe this love could work out after all…
What she did next surprised her as much as it did Edward. She suddenly lifted her head and did something she had been wanting to do for the longest time.
She kissed him.
She felt him quiver a little at first, but in a few seconds even the snipping noise of his hands had ceased. The moment lasted forever. For that moment, the earth had stood still; they were not in a bus, but in an endless void all by themselves.
Their lips finally parted. Neither said a word. Kim just lay there, in his arms, and fell asleep. She hadn't felt so comfortable for years.
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