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I'm The Winner	By : KlebKat Category: +A through F > Clock Tower Series Views: 3174 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I’m the Winner

Klebkat

Klebkatt@hotmail.com

ADULT

Pairing: Scissorman/Alyssa, suggestion of Scissorman/Scissorwoman

Warnings: Death, Orange, and Uber WTF.

Summery: When Alyssa kills Scissorwoman, she will learn just how close Scissorman, the Subordinate’s brother, really was to her and suffer the consequences.

A/N: I changed a little bit of these scenes to suit my needs. XD I read too much into things. I would like to dedicate this story to Shardy-chan, because she really likes Scissorman. I’m 21 and now you’re 20, it’s like a hand-me-down. XD

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Scissorwoman swirled around and around, screaming in pain as the last of Alyssa’s arrows pierced her heart. In her final death throws, she randomly flung her scissor-swords through the room, one landing near Denis on the pendulum slab and the other somewhere across the room. Finally, she crashed to the ground, dead.

Alyssa inhaled sharply, her breathing hard after her fight with Jemima, the younger half of the insane, scissor wilding Entity. She did not know where the Subordinate’s twin brother, Ralph, had gone off to, but that did not matter right now.

Slinging her bow over one shoulder, Alyssa hurried to the controls for the large pendulum blade that was still swinging back and forth above Denis. From her last encounter with the scissor twins, she knew which switch not to pick and avoided it, picking one of the others in hope that it would stilled the blade.

“Alyssa, get me off of this thing!” Denis screamed as the giant blade slowed to a halt. The Rooder grabbed the abandoned scissor-blade and began cutting through the leather buckles that held down her childhood friend.

“ALYSSA!”

She had only cut Denis’ right hand free when Scissorman jumped onto the slab and twirled, kicking his sister’s blade form Alyssa’s hands. “Jemima!” He rushed to where his sister lay, stabbed the ground with his own swords and knelt by her side, picking her limp body up in his arms. “Jemima?”

As he tightened his hold, her body burst into colored confetti, littering the air and ground with her ashes, Ralph’s undead eyes widening with his own pain and suffering.

He deserves this, thought Alyssa, but she soon felt pity for the twin Subordinate. Even if they were evil and dangerous, they had been family, brother and sister. No person, no matter who they were, deserved such a loss.

Alyssa freed Denis’ leg with the other leg and arm to go, but they must be judged. They have killed without mercy for the sake of killing and causing pain.

As the last of Jemima’s papered remains fluttered around him, Ralph began to shake in rage, his attention now solely focused on the Rooder.

“Jemima,” he said lowly and he gradually turned his head towards Alyssa, looking her up and down as he picked up his blades and began to advance. “You killed my sister,” he seethed out, his shoulders shaking with hate, “YOU‘LL PAY FOR IT!”

Ralph jumped back onto the slab, franticly swinging his twin blades at Alyssa. “I’LL MAKE MENCE MEAT OUT OF YOU!”

Alyssa hurried away, drawing her bow and pulled back on the invisible string, forming a golden spirit arrow. I’m sorry, but she had to die. Please, go peacefully to her now. Be with her.

Scissorman charged her at full speed, his scissors by his side. The spirit arrow grew to its brightest stage and Alyssa released it, but he stepped to the right, opening and closing his scissors twice to make a dreaded ching sound and proceeded to fight Alyssa.

“I have a present for you,” he said as he jumped up in the air when the Rooder let another arrow fly, crossing his scissor like swords as he landed. The swords struck the ground and blue light surrounding Scissorman before he jerked himself up to his feet from his crouched position. With the same lighting fast motion, he held the scissors up above his head and uncrossed them with a clink, sending many blue-white twirling, crescent blades around in a circle before he hurled them at her.

Alyssa did not have time to move and she felt hundreds of thin, paper like cuts against her skin. The spirit blades shredded some of her clothing, ripping the green school uniform further as the attack sent the young woman to the ground, landing on her side. When the assault finished, she scrambled to her knees, the small cuts bleeding.

She had just made it to her feet when Scissorman tackled her and pushed her to the ground, landing with his knees on either side of her waist. He reached under her head and grabbed her by the hair, pulling her head back as Alyssa reached back to his hand to pull it away, struggling against him until he held his sword against her throat.

“Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,” he laughed darkly, then switched to a more deadly, serious tone, “I’m the winner.”

She could hear Denis screaming her name in the background, “L-let go of me!”

He yanked hard on her hair and she shut up with a gasp. Scissorman wore a horrid smile on his painted white lips, eyes admiring Alyssa’s shredded clothing.

“Jemima liked to be cut,” he stated at random, moving the sword in a way so that the tip could cut the first button off her green coat. “I’m sure you noticed the scars on her body.”

She had indeed noticed the large cuts on Scissorwoman’s thighs and abdomen, but had not really thought much about it. However, what did Jemima’s fetishes have to do with anything?

Scissorman rambled on, “She always begged me to cut her when we were alone together, and she couldn’t live without it.”

He was creeping Alyssa out, Ralph cutting though her school coat to her dress shirt.

“I cut her there. I never wanted to harm her beautiful body, not even when we where joined, but she loved it, craved it.”

Alyssa’s eyes widen at the confession, her chest bared to Scissorman. Did he really mean--

His widening smile was enough to confirm her suspicions, “Yes, Jemima was a very dear, special sister to me.” Ralph sunk the small tip of his blade into her breast, blood oozing out slowly and being soaked up by her bra, “No, she was more than a sister.”

Alyssa cried out in pain, Scissorman half-heartedly laughed and continued, “You don’t seem to like this as much as Jemima did.”

Ralph pulled the blade from her breast and yanked Alyssa up by her hair to his face, his white lips grazing the young Rooder’s. “He only needs your heart, and by the time I’m through with you, you’ll wish that that was all I took.”

“What are you going to do to me?” she cried out, Scissorman throwing her head back down to the ground.

To answer her, Scissorman placed the blade behind his back, resting the sharp edge against her thigh, continually increasing the pressure against her skin.

Tears were forming in her eyes, “No…”

Scissorman sliced through her thigh, leaving the cut thin and shallow but painful. “I hated ruining her body, but Jemima knew what I liked, and once I started, it was hours before I finished carving her up.”

He continued to make trace cuts, little blood leaked from the fine wounds, but they hurt as if she had received millions of paper cuts.

Ralph moved so that Alyssa’s legs were around his waist, his free left hand holding her down by the shoulder as he cut a shallow line from her collarbone to below her navel and proceeded to cut her green plaid skirt off in this manner.

“This was the part she loved most,” Scissorman purred, moving so that he could position his sword between her legs.

“No, No!” Alyssa thrashed against his hold, but found his strength doubled. “Yes, you will be Jemima until I’m through with you!”

“No, Alyssa!” Denis cried and seconds later, a rock nailed Scissorman in the head.

Ralph pulled the sword away from Alyssa’s body and stood, turning to the distraction. “I’ve had enough of you, obnoxious brat!” Scissorman took a step towards Denis, both swords drawn. “Now that I think about it, the pendulum slab would be a better place for this. Jemima and I enjoyed the blade moving above us quite well.”

Scissorman had moved away before he realized his folly. He turned back towards Alyssa, who held her bow in hand with a repellent arrow drawn. She shot it and sent Scissorman far away and to the ground kicking and screaming in circles. “WHAAA! ALYSSA, ALYSSA, ALYSSA! ALYSSA!”

The Rooder made her way to the slab, bleeding from where Scissorman had assaulted her. Denis held out his free hand to her, a look of fear and worry written like a book on his face. “Alyssa, are you alright? You shouldn’t be moving!”

She gave him a nod as she slouched against the blood covered slab, taking up Jemima‘s scissor-sword again, “Never mind me, Denis, let’s just set you free.” The Rooder freed Denis’ other leg and then slid to his hand, sliding the blade under the leather and sawing.

Denis noticed something moving at his feet and looked for it just in time to see Scissorman bringing his sword down on his friend. He used his free hand to shove her out of the way, moving his own hand before the psycho could sever it.

Alyssa ran for the stairs, but Ralph took off after her with a grunt, pushing her to the wall where she turned around and then tried to flee to her right, but Scissorman stopped her by holding the sword to her throat again.

“Now I will take revenge for my sister,” he declared darkly, pressing her into the wall.

With his other blade resting in the ground after, Scissorman was free to lift Alyssa higher up on the wall, keeping her silenced with his scissor half. Scissorman wrapped Alyssa’s legs around his waist, his fingers ripping the white cloth of underwear away like paper.

“No…” He stabbed into her after moving his leotard to the side and exposed himself. He went in deep, each plunge causing Alyssa a moan of pain as his hips rolled into hers, her clothed back scraping against the dingy white wall as her body reacted reflexively to him, her breasts bouncing softly but quickly.

It was surprisingly pleasurable, but her unconscious mind knew that Scissorman was not doing it intentionally. And all too soon, these thoughts of this act being incomplete were realized. Ralph’s grunts became heavy and he released, the warmth of his body shifting suddenly and replaced by sharp pain.

Scissorman turned his sword to the side, the tip cutting into the flesh of Alyssa’s womb. Ralph’s eyes closed to savor her screams, the pained yell like the melody of past murdered men and women, and smiled with malice and sick pleasure.

He felt as if his sister’s spirit possessed him, increasing his power and strength as he ravaged this useless Rooder. Scissorman placed more force onto his sword and drove it deeper into her, laughing merrily as the defenseless Rooder cried out in pain.

Then he dropped her from him, Alyssa’s feet hitting the stone floor with a smack. Her legs came together to hide her brutalized body and nearly collapsed on the floor, but Scissorman twirled gaily and chinged his scissor blades together before he rushed back up and pressed the Rooder again to the wall, her head neatly settled in-between the blades. “Now, die!”

“Alyssa!”

Scissorman turned to look over his shoulder, eyes growing wide as he watched in horror as a free Denis jumped up to the controls and push down one of them with his weight. The pendulum whined and creaked into motion, the rusty blade falling towards the subordinate just as he released Alyssa and turned toward the giant ax. She ducked out of the way, scrambling to the side as the large blade impaled Scissorman though his chest.

He screamed in agony, Alyssa and Denis finding each other in the chaos. But once they were together, Scissorman’s screams turned into laughs and his cackling voice was joined by a snot nosed one.

The two friends looked up to the pendulum as it picked up speed, seeing the ghost forms of Scissorman and Scissorwoman hugging, kissing, giggling, and groping each other as they sat recklessly on top of the blade, colored confetti flying in all directions.

Then, they were gone, blade and all.
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