Writing The Sinister Scissors

[Yukazi]

[b] [size=1]Note: This story was written during the depressing stage of my teen years and some parts may upset some, read at your own descretion. [/b] [/size]


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A young couple walked onto a boat for their honeymoon. This was the cruise that they had saved for so long. This was the week they?d waited for their whole lives. This was the beginning of their love for each other! They walked on, eager to find their rooms. The ship pulled out that night, into the dark misty sea. Everyone on board felt as if this week would change their lives. Everyone knew when they came home, they?d be changed people. Everyone was eager to arrive at their destination.

What a destination they had before them. Their cruise was going to an old castle on a small island. They had seen the millions of brochures, telling how beautiful this remodeled castle was. Everyone was so eager to get there, they forgot all about the cruise.

An old woman stood on deck, watching the sea flow by. She stood thinking of her wonderful life she had lived. She wondered if anything would be different if her husband were still around. Like many others, she believed the sea held the answers. She stared into the water, and watched as it became more alive than ever before. It moved quicker, and seemed to come closer. She heard her husband call out to her. She felt his arms wrap around her. She felt him pull her down.

No one heard any screams. In fact, no one noticed the absence of the old woman. Well, almost no one. The sea noticed.



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The next day a bright sun shone from the sky. It was uplifting to all on board. If you listened, everywhere you heard people talking about how wonderful this was. No one knew the night before the sea had taken a life. Why think of that? When everything here is so wonderful.

The couples danced on. The men went right on eating. The crew shuddered in fear when they heard the sea had taken another. The crew knew the sea well.

That evening a couple stood on the deck. The moonlight shone right on these new lovers. They smiled at one another, and talked of their future together. Then they turned and looked out across the sea. They saw in the distance their destination. They walked happily back to their rooms, knowing they would arrive at the castle by morning.



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That morning luggage was everywhere. It seemed as if excitement had taken over the passengers. For some reason the crew went right along with the speedy unloading. They said they?d get those people off that boat before any of them knew what had happened.

The crew kept their word. Everyone was out of there in less than an hour.

At the castle door, a butler greeted everyone.

Each person awed over the castle. Many remarked on how ?cute? it was.

The butler led each of them to a separate room. He split up every family, every couple, and every friend. If two people roomed together, they were strangers.

The honeymooners held hands, as they were led up the stairs. Then two men came and separated them, telling them they could not be together. They looked back, reaching with their hands, trying to pull the other back to them. Then the men forced them to look forward, saying the past is not worth thinking about anymore.

All rooms were filled, except one. One room was saved for the old woman who was taken by the sea. No one knew of this room, except the old women herself.



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The honeymooners found themselves separated. Lonely for his love, the husband left his room and went out to search for his wife.

Meanwhile, the wife was lying down in her room staring at the ceiling. She could not sleep because her unknown roommate was snoring loud enough to start an earthquake. As she lied there, she thought of her husband. She wondered where they had put him.

Later that night, her roommates snoring ceased. She thought she could finally fall asleep, since the room was now silent. Soon the silence was broken by a metal scraping noise, and a voice moaning. Curious of what it was, and hoping to help the moaning person, she left her room and wandered through the hallways.

She ran towards the noise, and soon found it. She knew it was around the next corner. She turned the corner just in time to see light dancing off metal, and a person running. She ran after this person. She followed this person for a long time, but eventually, the person got away.

She turned around ready to go back to her room. Before her she saw five different ways she could go. She stood there confused for a moment, before she picked a way to go. Then she walked on, completely and totally lost.

At this time her husband was walking the same path as her, two stories down. His mind told him to follow something, and he listened. He walked on and on. Finally, he heard his wife?s voice. He ran towards her, but found it was not her at all. It was an old woman. The old woman was moaning. He went up to help her, but could not, for in a minute, she was gone.

He walked on till he came to a room. Opening the door, he noticed the room was filled with darkness. He walked in, feeling his way around, till he found a way out.

Past this room, everything was dark. He had to use the damp walls to find his way. He wondered why there was no lighting in this area.

Meanwhile his wife walked down a flight of stairs. She leaned on the wall, to rest, and found it was very damp. She decided she could rest later, and walked on down the hall. She heard footsteps ahead of her, and a familiar voice. She ran to meet the voice she knew so well. Then someone came up behind her, and grabbed her.

This person carried her down many long dark hallways. Each hallway smelling of rotted lives. The person carried her down a steep stairway, and into a small room. There the person threw her upon the floor. After she became conscious again, she found she was sitting in a chair. Well, not sitting as much as her body was strapped in a sitting position.

She saw a man walking toward her. In his hand he held scissors. The light danced on the scissors, as they opened and closed over and over. They went toward her. She gasped in fright, thinking of what horrors they could do to her. She watched as they started to cut her hair. Then she chuckled to herself, thinking about the millions of reasons this man would give her a free haircut.

After he finished with a normal haircut, he started chopping all her hair off. She watched the strands of brown hair fall down around her face. The man kept cutting away, until every bit of her hair was lying on the ground.

She then looked up, expecting to be unstrapped. She was horrified to see that instead of unstrapping her, he was starting to cut away at her flesh. Millions of thoughts began to run through her mind. First she thought ?no! I?m too young to die!? Then she started to think about all the people she had loved in her life. She thought of their futures she would never know. Then her images of love turned to images of terror and she watched torture fall upon those she loved most. She watched burnings, hangings, murders, and so much more.

She opened her eyes, hoping to no longer see images of torture. As she looked down at herself, her eyes grew wide with fear and the realization that this man had cut off all her skin. Then she closed her eyes, and let go. The last thing she saw was the image of the scissors cutting through her muscles, to her heart. She imagined the sharp blades puncturing her heart. Then darkness fell upon her, and she thought no more.



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Strange eyes peering from the dark windows would see nothing but light dancing on metal. They would never see the heart of it all. But those onlookers did see one thing, a man with no face walked out of that room. In his hands he held scissors, covered in blood. No one suspected, or else they were too afraid to believe the truth.





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This man walked into another room. He led himself by the scissors. If you asked him, he would say, ?the scissors call to me, they tell me where to go. The scissors know.? He walked forward, in what seemed to be a crowd of people. His ears were deaf to the screams. He never heard the women scream as his scissors cut her baby?s neck. He never heard the scream of the man who no longer had his wife. He heard nothing, but the sharp noise of the blades closing and opening.

Although he heard nothing, his mind was very busy thinking. He remembered long ago, when he had last seen his father. In fact, his father was the last thing he ever saw.

He remembered the day very well. His mother had made a wonderful breakfast. He remembered her face smiling at him. He remembered as he walked out of the room, he heard her laugh. He never knew why she had laughed. His father came up to him, and told him to follow. He never asked where they were going. His father took him to the storm shelter. There he had chained him. He remembered his father coming up to him, holding scissors. The same scissors he held in his hands now.

He looked up at his father, confused. His father?s grin was the last thing he saw, for then the scissors flew towards his eyes. He cringed as he remembered the pain of that day. After he could no longer see, he had heard his father cheer. He felt more pain, as his blood trickled over the remainder of his face, and into his mouth.

He quickly put that horrible day out of his mind, and walked forward. His nerves were calmed as his listened to the blades opening and closing.



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The young husband walked forward in the damp darkness, looking for his lost love. Many rooms ago something had falling from the sky. It felt like a dry mist. He did not know what it was, for since he looked up, all he had seen was darkness. He did not know if he was now blind, or if his eyes were forever closed. He reached forward, trying to find his way. His hands blackened by the fire upon the wall. He walked forward, screaming for his love to come to him.

Finally, after many turns down this long hallway, he came to a door. He pounded on it, begging for someone to open it. He heard a moan from inside. Then he found the door was unlocked, and walked in.

He felt around the room, trying to find help. Near the center of the room he found an upward table. He used this to stand up.

Then he felt the other side of the table. When he touched it, he cringed. It was covered in some type of fluid. Then he realized it moved. He felt more, hoping it was human. Then the whole table started to move. He screamed, frightened that it was cursed. He took out his knife, and started to stab the cursed table. He stabbed it until the movement stopped.

Then suddenly the blackness was lifted from his eyes. He looked at the table, and saw before him a site more frightening than any he had ever seen before. On that table, his wife was strapped. His wife, covered in blood, with no hair, and no skin, was on that table. He looked at her face, and saw the pain in her eyes. He knew if she could she would be crying. He cut the ropes from around her body, and took her into his arms. He held her in his arms, as the life drained from her body. He told her over and over he was sorry, and that he never meant to hurt her. He said he loved her.

Right before every bit of life had drained out, he asked who had cut her skin away from her body. The last thing she said was, ?the flickering metal, the scissors.?

He stayed there for days, holding the remainders of his wife?s body.



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After many days of mourning over his wife?s death, he decides he will avenge her death. He remembers her last words, where she spoke of scissors. Whoever did that to her, is the one who carries the scissors.

He takes her body, and lies it down carefully, in a safe place. Then he takes off running through the hallways, all the while, listening for the scraping of the scissors. Watching for the flickering of the light dancing on the metal.

After running through many hallways, he hears something. It is not the scraping metal he hoped to hear. Instead, it was the screams of tortured people. He followed the screams, and walked into a room filled with bleeding people. Many of them had cuts in the arms. Some of them lie dead on the floor. Others mourned over their dead children.

He looked to the end of the room, and saw the flicker off the metal. He knew the man with the scissors had just left this room.

He ran through the hallways, following the sound of the metal scraping. He knew this was the scissors opening and closing. He no longer heard the screams of the people. He heard nothing, but the scissors opening and closing.

He got closer and closer to the sound. Then he turned a corner, and saw the light dancing off those terrible scissors. He was close enough he could see the bloodstains. The fresh blood of those recently killed. Somewhere on there, his wife?s blood.

When he could finally stop staring at the scissors, he noticed something strange about the man holding them. He moved closer, and was horrified to see that the man had no face. Instead of a face, there was a scar, and bloodstains. One big scar covered in bloodstains.

When he got over the shock of the faceless man, he remembered why he had come. He slowly moved toward the man, never taking his eyes away from the scissors. Then he reached out and grabbed the scissors. Before the man knew what had happened, the scissors were stabbing his heart.

He had avenged his wife?s torture. He looked down at the faceless man on the floor. Then he slowly removed the scissors from his heart, not bothering to wipe the blood off.

He walked back to his wife?s body in a trance. It took quite awhile to go through all those hallways. He did not know where he was going, but he knew something was telling him.

He soon came to his wife?s body. He put down the scissors, and went and held his wife. Then he lay her back down, and picks up the scissors again.

He told her that he was going to avenge her death. He said he had started to, for he had killed the man who put her through so much torturous pain. He said to her, ?I am not finished, for I am still alive. I cannot live without you, so I am coming to you. Also, I must avenge your death.?

Then he takes the scissors, and slowly moves them to his neck. He starts to open and close them, slowly cutting away at his neck. Finally he finishes and his head falls to the floor. He thinks this is no pain at all, compared to what his wife went through.

Then from the floor, he watches his body die, and fall to the floor. Then he looks to his wife, hoping she will forgive him for killing her.

The last thing each of those young honeymooners saw was each other.

The scissors lie on the ground, covered in fresh blood. Blood that would soon dry, and be forgotten. The scissors started to open and close. Light dancing off them each time they searched for another victim.