Feb. 13, 2012, 8:12 p.m.
And I'm Sure You'd Cut: Prologue
E - Words: 337 - Last Updated: Feb 13, 2012 Story: Closed - Chapters: 3/? - Created: Feb 09, 2012 - Updated: Feb 13, 2012 426 0 2 0 0
A man stared out at the snow falling silently over the quaint Lima suburb, smiling at the giant gothic mansion that stuck out of the pastel paradise like a sore thumb.
“Daddy?”
He turned back to his daughter, his smile shifting from amused to adoring. “Let’s get you in tight under those covers, honey. It’s going to be a cold night.” He tucked the quilt around her and kissed her forehead softly, rubbing her cheek.
“Why is it snowing, Daddy? Where does it come from?” She asked, looking out the window.
He smiled, suppressing a chuckle as he glanced back out the window. “That’s a long story, sweetheart...”
“I want to know!” She demanded, her brow furrowed.
He had to beat down another laugh. She definitely got that from her mother... “Okay honey, I’ll tell you.”
“Yay!” She snuggled in under her covers and waited patiently, grabbing her teddy bear.
He sat down in the rocking chair next to her bed. “Well...I guess the easiest way is to start with...scissors.”
“Scissors?” She asked, confused--this was not what she’d anticipated for the beginning.
“Yeah, scissors,” he nodded. “You see...there was this boy...well, man that I once knew who had scissors for hands.”
“Hands...scissors?”
“Scissor hands,” he nodded with a smile, then he gestured out the window. “You know that mansion over on the hill?”
“The haunted one?” she asked dramatically, fear and excitement lighting her eyes. He smiled. Just like her mother.
“Well, there used to be a man who lived there...Cooper Anderson. He was a great inventor, he created some of the most amazing things, and one day he decided to make a boy. He gave him everything--a heart, a brain... a nose...” he tapped hers and she giggled. He laughed too, but then his smile turned bittersweet. “Well, almost everything. You see...there was an accident and Cooper died before the boy was finished. So he lived up incomplete...and all alone.”
His daughter was completely taken with the story. “He didn’t have a name?”
He rolled his eyes with a fond smile. “Of course he had a name. His name was Blaine.”
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