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G through L › Kill Bill (All)
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
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1,234
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The Film Flam Festival Contest
THE FILM FLAM FESTIVAL
A VinceVega production.
A series of short, movie scene novelisations.
RULES FOR ENTRY:
Send EMAIL to me (check profile for email address)in EMAIL, put your author name you wish to be known as at the head of the story.
Story must be the body of the EMAIL. (NO ATTACHMENTS)
1000 words or above minimum. One-chapter entries only.
List in EMAIL what Movie and Scene of the movie this is, and name the scene.
NO SLASH OR FEMSLASH UNLESS THE FILM INCLUDED SAID PAIRINGS. DIALOGUE SHOULD BE ACCURATE.
EXAMPLE:Kill Bill Vol 2, Bill's Death: Fallen Angel.
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Fallen Angel
by VinceVega
"You know five years ago, if I had to make a list of impossible things that could never happen..." She had come this far. They were all dead. Love kills. "You performing a coup de grace on me by busting a cap in my crown would have been right at the top of my list." She took a seat across from him, watching him stir his drink absentmindedly. The syrupy lquor rattled with the ice, the buzz of crickets and mosquitoes had left the villa. The door behind her stood open, forgottn. " I'd have been wrong, wouldn't i?"
Bill looked up from his drink, putting it on the table with a clatter next to the bottle. "Im sorry, was that a question?" He was drunk. If not, he was at least close. "Of impossible things that could never happen, yes, in this instance you would have been wrong." He picked back up the drink, taking another sip, his hair blew lightly against the wind, his eyes closed for a moment.
"well.." She had to say no more. The man before her was the reason. The reason for the death of her friends, of Authur.. Everyone. He was the reason she was here. Revenge. He was the object of her revenge. His final bullet had been the icing on the cake compared to the savage massacre and beating, but it stung no less or more.
"When you never came back, I naturally assumed Lisa Wong or somebody else had killed you, and, for the record.." His elbows were on the table, the drink between his fingers tipped against the bottle, he shuffled on his chair, his long, black night jacket brushing against the sword at the side of his chair."Letting someone that loves you think you're dead when you're really not is cruel.. I mourned you. for three months." It was true. He HAD loved her. "And one the third month I tracked you down. I wasn't trying to track YOU down. I was trying to track down the... fucking assholesI thought had killed you." He took another sip, his lips parted in sorrow and fury. Four years ago seemed no so long. " So I find you, and what do I find? Not only are you not dead, you're getting married to some fucking jerk, and you're PREGNANT. I.. overreacted." He dropped the drink, leaning back in his chair.
"You overreacted?" Beatrix's mouth hissed in fury as she leaned forward, the arm of the orage shawl across her shoulders fell back, limly hanging from one. The sword at her side. It was the answer. "Is that how you explain yourself?" She had come so far. Not just to kill him, but to know why. Why he had done.. what he did.
"I didn't say I was gonna explain myself. I said I was gonna tell you the truth." The bottle tipped into the glass, more of the booze swallowed the few shards of ice in the glass as he raised it, then tipped it between his hands. "But , if that's too cryptic, let's get literal." His eyes glazed in optimism."I'm a killer. I'm a murdering bastard. you know that. And there are.. consequences.. to breaking the heart of a murdering bastard. You experienced some of them." He leaned forward, his arms gripping the sides of his chair across the table, the wind behind him stopped, the grass quieted. "was my reaction really that surprising?"
"Yes, it was." This was the moment of truth. She had killed them all. O-Ren Ishii, Vernita.. the Crazy 88... Budd had fallen at the hands of Elle, whom as far as she knew had met her fate in the jaws of a Black Mamba snake. "Could you do what you did? Of course you could." Her eyes opened, she brought two fingers to the bridge of her forehead. "But I never thought you would, or could do that... to ME."
"I'm really sorry, Kiddo, but you thought wrong." The drink returned to the table, the chair turned, Bill dropped a hand the the hilt of his unsheathed sword.
"You and I have unfinished business." It was becoming the death incarnate. Just as her name, the Black Mamba was known. As she said those words to thos she had wreaked vengeance on.. they had died minutes after hearing those words. SHE was the Death Incarnate herself. And now it was time for it to end.
"Baby, you ain't kidding." He raised the sword, swinging, Beatrix fell back in her chair as the bottle on the table was lacerated, her chair tipped, she brought her sword down onto the deck, pushing herself back up, he swung again, his chair tipped and hers spun, the sheathed sword and his locked together, she pulled the sword from it's nest as he swung again, the Hanzo sword went flying against the doorway. She registered her surprise. Bill's mouth parted in a grin of victory as he raised the sword again and pushed, it cut through the air toward her.
The sheath was brought back, the sword locked into it, sliding against the wood, sealing the sword. And his fate. Her arm impacted against his, knocking it away from his chest and her fingertips locked together, slamming into his chest, above his heart. Crack. Crack. CRACK. CRACK. He yelped in pain as she twisted the skin after her fourth blow, then raised her fingers again. CCCCRRACCKK!
Pain consumed his body, he fell forward, his pulsing hands gripping his chair, blood ran from between his lips, he could feel his veins exploding, one by one they shattered, his head fell back, the blood ran freely down his collar. "Pai Mei taught you.. the five point palm.. exploding heart technique." He chuckled weakly as he said it, accepting his fate. She had surpassed him.
"Of course he did." Her eyes glazed red, no tears had fallen, her hand was still locked in a death grip on the sword sheath, the other brushing his.
"Why didn't you tell me?" His eyes crossed, the deep brown pools glistening with pain, dismay, sadness, nobility.. and relief.
"I don't know.. I guess I'm a .. bad person." She felt her throat close, her eyes watered, she struggled to swallow the lump in her throat, she looked at his left hand, it was locked across the chair arm, the veins visibly pulsating.
"Nah.. you're not a bad person. You're a terrific person. You're my favorite person.. but everyone once in a while.. you can be a real.. cunt." He smiled for the first time.. in, FOREVER. His hand moved across his face and then back, he wiped the blood once, neglecting what was left. "How do I look?"
"You look ready."
"Hm.." Her hand gripped his, warmly caressing the dying man. He looked at her, without hate, without sadness. He looked at her with love. And he would die loving her.
The hand slid back into his sleeve, his feet found the cement, his fingers shuddered as they buttoned the bottom of his jacket, he held his head high with the remainder of his strength. Beatrix smiled, revealing her teeth, tears running freely down her face.
One. He felt pain, white-hot jets of pain through his chest, he didn't slow. Two. Pain consumed him, his eyes closed, he gritted his teeth, a strangely cold breeze had fallen through the villa, he felt the grass on his bare feet, it felt so warm.. Three. His head fell back, blood running through his veins turned to ice, his arteries shattered.. Four. His knees buckled slightly, the breeze had stopped. Five. His legs numbed, his chest seized up, a final breath issued from his lips as he fell, to his knees. His head fell to the side, his arms no longer worked, his body rolled to the side, his head hit the ground and he felt no more...
Beatrix wiped the tears from her face, then stopped, looking at his dead body, he looked so peaceful, so wise laying there.
She allowed herself one final tear that night. No more. It was for everything. For the innocent and guilty that had died in her quest. For the four years she had lost. For her daughter's years without her mother. For him. Her enemy, her curropter.. the father of her child..
For Her Man.
Justice was served.
A VinceVega production.
A series of short, movie scene novelisations.
RULES FOR ENTRY:
Send EMAIL to me (check profile for email address)in EMAIL, put your author name you wish to be known as at the head of the story.
Story must be the body of the EMAIL. (NO ATTACHMENTS)
1000 words or above minimum. One-chapter entries only.
List in EMAIL what Movie and Scene of the movie this is, and name the scene.
NO SLASH OR FEMSLASH UNLESS THE FILM INCLUDED SAID PAIRINGS. DIALOGUE SHOULD BE ACCURATE.
EXAMPLE:Kill Bill Vol 2, Bill's Death: Fallen Angel.
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Fallen Angel
by VinceVega
"You know five years ago, if I had to make a list of impossible things that could never happen..." She had come this far. They were all dead. Love kills. "You performing a coup de grace on me by busting a cap in my crown would have been right at the top of my list." She took a seat across from him, watching him stir his drink absentmindedly. The syrupy lquor rattled with the ice, the buzz of crickets and mosquitoes had left the villa. The door behind her stood open, forgottn. " I'd have been wrong, wouldn't i?"
Bill looked up from his drink, putting it on the table with a clatter next to the bottle. "Im sorry, was that a question?" He was drunk. If not, he was at least close. "Of impossible things that could never happen, yes, in this instance you would have been wrong." He picked back up the drink, taking another sip, his hair blew lightly against the wind, his eyes closed for a moment.
"well.." She had to say no more. The man before her was the reason. The reason for the death of her friends, of Authur.. Everyone. He was the reason she was here. Revenge. He was the object of her revenge. His final bullet had been the icing on the cake compared to the savage massacre and beating, but it stung no less or more.
"When you never came back, I naturally assumed Lisa Wong or somebody else had killed you, and, for the record.." His elbows were on the table, the drink between his fingers tipped against the bottle, he shuffled on his chair, his long, black night jacket brushing against the sword at the side of his chair."Letting someone that loves you think you're dead when you're really not is cruel.. I mourned you. for three months." It was true. He HAD loved her. "And one the third month I tracked you down. I wasn't trying to track YOU down. I was trying to track down the... fucking assholesI thought had killed you." He took another sip, his lips parted in sorrow and fury. Four years ago seemed no so long. " So I find you, and what do I find? Not only are you not dead, you're getting married to some fucking jerk, and you're PREGNANT. I.. overreacted." He dropped the drink, leaning back in his chair.
"You overreacted?" Beatrix's mouth hissed in fury as she leaned forward, the arm of the orage shawl across her shoulders fell back, limly hanging from one. The sword at her side. It was the answer. "Is that how you explain yourself?" She had come so far. Not just to kill him, but to know why. Why he had done.. what he did.
"I didn't say I was gonna explain myself. I said I was gonna tell you the truth." The bottle tipped into the glass, more of the booze swallowed the few shards of ice in the glass as he raised it, then tipped it between his hands. "But , if that's too cryptic, let's get literal." His eyes glazed in optimism."I'm a killer. I'm a murdering bastard. you know that. And there are.. consequences.. to breaking the heart of a murdering bastard. You experienced some of them." He leaned forward, his arms gripping the sides of his chair across the table, the wind behind him stopped, the grass quieted. "was my reaction really that surprising?"
"Yes, it was." This was the moment of truth. She had killed them all. O-Ren Ishii, Vernita.. the Crazy 88... Budd had fallen at the hands of Elle, whom as far as she knew had met her fate in the jaws of a Black Mamba snake. "Could you do what you did? Of course you could." Her eyes opened, she brought two fingers to the bridge of her forehead. "But I never thought you would, or could do that... to ME."
"I'm really sorry, Kiddo, but you thought wrong." The drink returned to the table, the chair turned, Bill dropped a hand the the hilt of his unsheathed sword.
"You and I have unfinished business." It was becoming the death incarnate. Just as her name, the Black Mamba was known. As she said those words to thos she had wreaked vengeance on.. they had died minutes after hearing those words. SHE was the Death Incarnate herself. And now it was time for it to end.
"Baby, you ain't kidding." He raised the sword, swinging, Beatrix fell back in her chair as the bottle on the table was lacerated, her chair tipped, she brought her sword down onto the deck, pushing herself back up, he swung again, his chair tipped and hers spun, the sheathed sword and his locked together, she pulled the sword from it's nest as he swung again, the Hanzo sword went flying against the doorway. She registered her surprise. Bill's mouth parted in a grin of victory as he raised the sword again and pushed, it cut through the air toward her.
The sheath was brought back, the sword locked into it, sliding against the wood, sealing the sword. And his fate. Her arm impacted against his, knocking it away from his chest and her fingertips locked together, slamming into his chest, above his heart. Crack. Crack. CRACK. CRACK. He yelped in pain as she twisted the skin after her fourth blow, then raised her fingers again. CCCCRRACCKK!
Pain consumed his body, he fell forward, his pulsing hands gripping his chair, blood ran from between his lips, he could feel his veins exploding, one by one they shattered, his head fell back, the blood ran freely down his collar. "Pai Mei taught you.. the five point palm.. exploding heart technique." He chuckled weakly as he said it, accepting his fate. She had surpassed him.
"Of course he did." Her eyes glazed red, no tears had fallen, her hand was still locked in a death grip on the sword sheath, the other brushing his.
"Why didn't you tell me?" His eyes crossed, the deep brown pools glistening with pain, dismay, sadness, nobility.. and relief.
"I don't know.. I guess I'm a .. bad person." She felt her throat close, her eyes watered, she struggled to swallow the lump in her throat, she looked at his left hand, it was locked across the chair arm, the veins visibly pulsating.
"Nah.. you're not a bad person. You're a terrific person. You're my favorite person.. but everyone once in a while.. you can be a real.. cunt." He smiled for the first time.. in, FOREVER. His hand moved across his face and then back, he wiped the blood once, neglecting what was left. "How do I look?"
"You look ready."
"Hm.." Her hand gripped his, warmly caressing the dying man. He looked at her, without hate, without sadness. He looked at her with love. And he would die loving her.
The hand slid back into his sleeve, his feet found the cement, his fingers shuddered as they buttoned the bottom of his jacket, he held his head high with the remainder of his strength. Beatrix smiled, revealing her teeth, tears running freely down her face.
One. He felt pain, white-hot jets of pain through his chest, he didn't slow. Two. Pain consumed him, his eyes closed, he gritted his teeth, a strangely cold breeze had fallen through the villa, he felt the grass on his bare feet, it felt so warm.. Three. His head fell back, blood running through his veins turned to ice, his arteries shattered.. Four. His knees buckled slightly, the breeze had stopped. Five. His legs numbed, his chest seized up, a final breath issued from his lips as he fell, to his knees. His head fell to the side, his arms no longer worked, his body rolled to the side, his head hit the ground and he felt no more...
Beatrix wiped the tears from her face, then stopped, looking at his dead body, he looked so peaceful, so wise laying there.
She allowed herself one final tear that night. No more. It was for everything. For the innocent and guilty that had died in her quest. For the four years she had lost. For her daughter's years without her mother. For him. Her enemy, her curropter.. the father of her child..
For Her Man.
Justice was served.