Frisk dropped like his bones were made of lead. All she'd seen was a flash of blonde hair as frisks grip on her neck loosened. She gasped for air desperately sucking it into her burning lungs. She heard a yelp and a scream and turned to see Ace beating the living hell out of Frisk.

He had him pinned to the ground sitting on his chest and he threw blow after across his face and chest. Frisk's face was didsapearing under a sheet of blood, his head flopped from side to side with each hit Ace aimed to his already broken skull.

"Stop! Ace stop you're going to kill him!" she shouted but he didn't stop. Teeth bared and eyes darker than she'd ever seen Ace didn't look like he cared if he killed him, if anything he looked like he wanted to. His shirt was splattered with Frisk's blood and his knuckles were so beat you couldn't tell what was his blood and what was Frisk's.

Alex couldn't watch she grabbed his fists desperate to stop him but he just pushed her away. She felt her shirt stick to her skin as two bloody hand prints stained the material. She heard him stop but she didn't look at him.

"We need to go"

"I'm not going anywhere with you" For the first time in her life Alex saw what Ace could be. Everyone warned her he was a monster but she didn't believe it. He was just a bad kid from a bad home like her, like eyeball, like all the cobras but this was something else.

"What are you talking about"

"You're a monster"

"Shut up"

You're a monster you killed him you're a monster!" She started screaming nearly hysterically, she looked at the blood on her shirt, the same blood that covered the barely breathing body ahead of her. She ripped off her shirt desperate to get it off her skin, Ace moved to grab her calm her down or shut her up she wasn't sure but she instead she ran.

Didn't take him long to catch up to her, he grabbed her wrapping his arms round her waist so she couldn't get away. She squirmed and pushed away but he just held on tighter. She tried to keep fighting but she couldn't. Panting she smelt the familiar musky scent of cigarettes and cheap cologne that always followed Ace, it was oddly comforting and familiar at that moment of panic.

They walked in silence to the junk yard, Ace handed them each a cigarette and they sat in his car not sure where to go.

"What if he's dead"

"He's not"

"How would you know"

"Cause I could've killed him I chose not to" he spat, pulling his blade from his pocket and throwing it on the dashboard "you should be thanking me right now"

"He was messed up Ace, he could bleed ou-"

"What do you care anyway?!" He yelled "wasn't long ago you were threatening to do it yourself"

Alex didn't respond. She finished her cigarette reaching into Ace's top pocket to pull out another. Ace stared straight ahead as if he was oblivious she was even there.

"What if they catch you?"

"The cops round here couldn't catch a cold! Do you really think Frisk would've come out here - looking for you I might add, without telling any of his gang where he was? Not everyone is as dumb as you, someone will be round to get what's left of them any minute so unless you wanna get caught by the rest of them stood here with your tits out we need to go."

Alex couldn't argue, Ace was always good in a crisis. She had completely forgotten she had no shirt on and only now felt the cold. Ace slipped off the unbuttoned shirt he had over his wife beater and threw it to her mumbling something under his breath. Even when he was mad he couldn't hurt her.

Alex pulled on the massively oversized shirt tying the ends in a knot at the from to stop it falling to just above her knee.

"I may want Frisk dead but not enough to lose you in the process" she whispered. Ace gritted his teeth, he didn't say a word just started the car and left.