Cutting the Cards: Ace of Spades X Scissorman Crossover (Collab)

Chapter 7: Ruthlessness

Ace's POV

A similar grizzly scene to what I had seen back at the candy store that I entered. The Scissorman makes good work, and for now I realize that he doesn't really twitch and act as... weird... as he did anymore. Which proved my prediction of his anatomy. I remained unfazed as the girl gripped her own mouth in horror. I looked at the Scissorman, slightly nodding my head.

Girl: T-Tad, w-what did y-you do...

Scissorman: What? He only wanted to play...

I only stepped back to the door and locked it. Making sure our little "session" wasn't interrupted.

Ace: Try not to make too much of a mess with this one.

I reminded him sternly, the girl stiffened up as she realized that the two of us were working together. I firmly held her shoulders and herself in place, couldn't have her telling everyone else about us now can we?

Scissorman: Oh... Come here!

The girl tried to scream as she was grabbed from behind, the Scissorman only held her mouth shut as he dug his pair of scissors into her back. Her screech of pain was muffled by him forcing the blade inwards, until the blades could be seen sticking out of her abdomen.

Girl: No! Please no! Please please! Let me go!

She yelled through Scissorman's firm grip. I only leaned against the wall near the door as I lit up one of huntsman boy's leftover cigars with my lighter. Looking at my watch, trying to ignore the sound of struggling. This is going to take awhile.

(BillNyeTheRWBYGuy: Mwahahahaha! Now it's my turn for gore!)

Scissorman's POV

Me: Oh, shhhhhh... shhh. Quiet now...

The girl began crying under my gaze, her animalistic fight was yet another exciting experience to put down. Ace only watched in the corner as I grinned down at her, the same grin that was the last thing the boy saw.

Larynx again?

NO! Uniqueness! Uniqueness is needed!

Perhaps now we can make the tourniquet?

You can shove that tourniquet up your ass.

I then pinned her left hand down using the much more blunt pair of scissors, embedding her left hand into the ground and preventing her from using it to defend herself.

Tear streamed down her face as I could see her throat... Her venerable throat... just sitting there... No, no no no. That'll be the piece de la resistance! The final touch to this glorious work of art... My glorious work of art!

I looked to Ace, who just stood there with his regular stone-cold expression. Just watching on, like a hawk watches a mouse effortfully trying to run away.

Scissorman: Hey, Ace... Honey... do you have a spare pair of scissors I can borro-

Without my ending, and my expectations. Ace pulled another one of his cards... swiftly flinging it out, it's blades caught the girl's right hand and it too stuck her last limb into the ground.