The Scissoring

Prologue

Disclaimer: I do not own Victorious nor any of the characters I have used, this story is a making from my mind only.

Warning: Please be aware, despite being a parody, this is a horror and will contain violence, and scary and dark themes.

Prologue

It was evening, and the stars had started to come out, but Jade had only just woken up. She had felt unusually exhausted when she woke up this morning, like the life force had been taken from her, so her Mom insisted she stay home.

On any other day she wouldn't have minded skipping school. But tonight it was the 30th anniversary of The Scissoring and there was a special screening, she could not miss it under any circumstances, no matter how crappy she may or may not have felt.

She couldn't see the first screening on account of not being born yet but she really wanted to go and see this one, they were showing it in the courtyard of the house where it was filmed and literally everyone in Hollywood was going; that's what it felt like to her anyway, now being the only one who couldn't go.

She had planned to sneak out in the evening when she woke up. But she felt even worse now and what was previously just a feeling of tiredness, was now accompanied with the worst headache in the world.

After nearly collapsing when she got out of bed, she decided to be reasonable for once and call Beck to tell him she couldn't come.

"Well, if you're not going then neither am I."

"Won't the guys miss you?" She asked, all of them were supposed to go see the film together, they'd even persuaded Cat to come.

"Well, I don't care, I miss you." He told her genuinely.

"Don't be cheesy." She frowned, rolling her eyes.

"I'm serious." He insisted "Do you want me to come over, we can watch it at your place if you want?"

"No, It's okay, I think I'm just gonna...." she got comfy, rolling over on her bed before something interrupted their conversation.

"What was that?" Beck asked, hearing a bang from Jade's end of the phone.

"I dunno," Jade got off the bed, walking towards where the bang came from.

"Be careful." She heard him tell her, rolling her eyes.

"My brother probably got stuck in the closet again, one sec." she walked slowly to the corner of her room where the closet was.

As Jade drew nearer, the banging got louder and faster "Alright, I'm coming!" She yelled

"That happen a lot?" He smirked, hearing her yell.

"More times than you'd believe." She sighed, drawing closer to the closet as the banging was brought to a halt "Jacob, I swear to...." she swung the door open but there was nothing there "...god."

"So, was he in there?" He chuckled.

"No," she said, weirded out as she bent down and picked up the plastic box with the scissors that Cat bought her inside "my scissors are on the floor."

"What, what's that supposed to mean?" He asked "are you playing another lyric prank on me?" He said, frustrated.

"It means I left these scissors in my locker and now they're in my closet, back in their case on the floor, it's weird."

"So, what's weird about that, maybe you just brought them home and forgot about them."

"No, Beck, you don't understand, these are the scissors Cat got me."

"So?"

"Oh my god, you're an idiot, Beck Oliver!" Jade growled, walking back over to the bed with the scissors as she suddenly felt a whole lot worse.

"Hey!"

"Well, you are," she told him.

"So, why am I an idiot?" He asked, sighing.

"Because I didn't leave these scissors INSIDE my locker," she said slowly, her voice sounding off "these are the ones that Cat got me..."

"Yeah, you've said that. And?"

"And, you fucking moron, they were stabbed INTO my locker."

"Oh." He said.

"I've gotta go."

"Wait, Jade, Ja." He called her as she pressed the red button.

She sat on her bed, the plastic box on her lap, there was something about them that made her scared to hold them, like they seemed to hold some kind of darkness in them. Normally, Jade would be drawn to darkness of her own accord, but with this, it didn't matter how hard she tried to resist the pull, they were drawing HER in.

"Don't be so dumb, Jade," she told herself "they're just scissors.' Jade sighed, opening the box, pushing all those stupid thoughts about ghosts and demons and things aside.

She watched as the dim lights in her room caught the sleek shine of the blades, they were so perfect. How could she not want to hold them?

She run her finger along the side of the blade, cutting herself.

"Fuck," she let in a sharp intake of breath, sucking on her now bleeding finger "why did I do that?"

The scissors seemed to be calling to her, the whispers becoming louder and louder inside her head, she thought maybe at first it was just her headache playing games with her but as soon as she placed the scissors into her hands, the whispers stopped.

...

...

...

But so did Jade.

She held the scissors in a trance, visions of death and violence flashing in front of her before plunging the sharp tool several times into her soft, human flesh. Twice into her stomach and once in the chest.

Without even making so much as a whimper, she collapsed back onto the bed, bleeding out, already dead. For she had died the moment she held those scissors.

"Jade," her mother knocked on the door "dinner's ready." No answer. "Jade?" She opened the door, seeing her dead daughter laying there on the bed in a pool of blood, the scissors nowhere in sight "AHHHHHH!" She screamed "Nooooo!" She cried hysterically, holding her lifeless daughter in her arms.

Where are the scissors you may ask, right were Jade left them of course. Pristine and polished, and in their box where they belong, where they wait for their next victim....