The eerie calm pervaded in the darkened room as only a pale moonlight filtered in on the couple lying in bed.
Edward's wound had been wrapped and he now wore a gray linen shirt and pants.
Facing each other they whispered, speaking of plans of the ghastly deed.
The young masked boy walked in and placed a box on the empty bed, whispering them luck on their mission before quickly disappearing into the night.
Sage silently got up and opened the small box to see to needles placed neatly inside and a small note with the simplest of messages.
Top- paralysis
Bottom-Death
Closing the box she asked her love if he was ready.
Edward closed his eyes for a moment, sitting up, as if gathering himself and said yes with a determination she had never seen in him before.
Then he got up and walked to the door, waiting.
The woman quickly followed, only stopping to pick up the blooded knife that lay on the dresser.
Before they knew it, they had arrived at the room where her husband, captor, and tormentor lie asleep.
His hands were still covered in blood, just as his soul was stained with blood.
Silently the woman opened the box and took out the top needle and swiftly injected it into Jim's arm.
Then she called his name waking him with a sweet voice.
But it didn't take the man long to realize he could move nothing but his eyes, and he couldn't speak.
"Good evening, dearest," spoke the woman sarcastically.
Jim's eyes darted about the room desperately but then glued themselves to Sage, pleadingly.
Edward had moved out of his eyesight, suddenly afraid of the man who had tortured him for the past year.
Sage gently put the needle on the bed before showing Jim the other object she held.
"I think it would quite poetic if you were to die by the knife you used to force your wife to hurt her true love with," she said gently moving the knife to Jim's neck, touching it to his skin.
"And such a lovely memory it would be."
"But I will be merciful, for all the kindness you've shown me. You will die by poison injection and I shall burn your body as wished."
From behind her, Edward moved forward back to where Jim could see him as the woman continued.
"But before I do so, I wish to make you pay for the crimes you have committed,"
She cut the front of his shirt open ,moving the knife to his chest and started carving;
For I am the tormentor of Innocence
But may God forgive me
May all those I have tormented
Live in peace as I lay in my grave
Sage stepped back, blood dripping freshly from the knife, Edward taking her place.
"All I have ever done is love her. I'm sorry that she doesn't love you and me instead. But you are the monster here. You deserve nothing, but be grateful for the kindness she had shown you."
Jim's eyes were shut tight, tears welling, though Edward could not tell if it was the pain or perhaps something else.
The scissorhanded man looked to Sage who took the other needle out of the box and nodded, moving by her love's side.
Edward placed his scissorhand to Jim's neck and pressed down, sliding a blade across his throat as Sage injected the poison into him.
Slowly the man's eyes relaxed and his body grew cold, blood seeping from his fresh wounds.
Sage moved in kissing his forehead whispering
"I forgive you for all that you've done. I hope you understand and forgive me."
Then before she left the woman placed the knife on the bed, wondering if anyone would find his body before she burned it the next day.
It seemed a surreal world as she and Edward walked out the door, closing it behind them, knowing that the man inside would never awaken.
Their tormentor was no more.
The man who had manipulated them , tortured them, and almost broke them would breath no more.
Their strings had been cut from him.
The puppeteer was dead.