Kim Scissorhands and Edward Boggs

Chapter Four: The Bracelet

It was late-evening, and it was just getting dark enough to sneak out. The party didn't start until nine, so Edward still had some time. He leaned against the side of his pastel house, combing his sleek hair as he spoke to Jen.

"I just don't think you should be doing this," she argued. "We can sneak in anyway. Like Tina said earlier, Rob won't even notice."

Edward stuck his comb in his back jeans pocket. "I don't care," he muttered. "Once I put my mind to something, there's no stopping me. You understand that. Now, are you coming or not?"

"No," she said sternly. "I'm not mad at you, but I'm just not coming along. The mansion is creepy as hell and I'm not getting caught there. Could Erik or Troy go with you?"

"I haven't seen them all day. They might be at their house, but I don't want to waste time searching."

With his last statement, the sun became just a sliver on the horizon. Jen's worried expression was no longer recognizable. Street lights turned on.

"I'll be fine." Edward assured his girlfriend with a prolonged kiss. "I'll see you back at your house in half an hour, and we'll go to the party together. It'll be okay."

He strode out with quick steps down the street. He passed other teens who yelled to him, but Edward had no interest in them. He was completely focused on snatching that bracelet and coming back. Edward wouldn't have confessed it to Jen, but he was a lot more nervous than usual, mainly because she refused to accompany him. What could possibly be so bad about the mansion on the hill?

After about ten more minutes, the morose, creepy house came near. The iron gate was tall and locked; However, the far right part of the fence had a broken space big enough for one person to go through.

Edward sighed, "I got this." Once through the opening, he had to dodge many trees and bushes. He eventually found the pavement of the spiraling driveway and it only took a couple minutes to reach the top. Once on the summit, the view was breathtaking.

"Oh my gosh," he whispered. It truly was an amazing sight - curving rows of houses, small twinkling lights, and the very faint pink-and-blue lighting of the sky. It was nothing that an average Suburbian teenager would ever see. Of course, Edward was no average person.

He turned around to the front of the house, expecting to see the shimmer of Grandma's bracelet from far away. The twinkle wasn't there, though. Edward inched closer and closer, but a glimmering light never appeared. The bracelet wasn't there.

"Shit!" he cursed. While crouching down to look some more, something ghastly moved in the corner of his eye. It came from the second story window. The pale glowing object had seemed so jagged, so harsh against the cruel obscurity of the mansion.

Edward's pale face grew even paler. Sweat started to bead on his forehead, and his left hand started to twitch. A thousand thoughts entered Edward's mind. What was it that he'd just seen? A reflecting light? A cop? The door opened itself with his timid curiosity. A ghost? A murderer?

Edward was engulfed in the mansion's blackness, as was the sun in the void of the stars. It came back to him now.

The girl.