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Post by PJ on Sept 28, 2005 7:22:20 GMT -5
I've decided to take a break from PJ's Anthology (there are 3-4 stories left) and have joined the long list of 667 Kill Bill writers. It's pretty much like the film, but in story version, with 667 characters. If you don't like violence, don't bother reading. I've already written Volume One, and am working on Volume Two. Kill Dante Volume One “Revenge is a dish best served cold.”
- Old Klingon Proverb - “Do you find me sadistic?” The woman on the floor was badly beaten up, her features were nearly undistinguishable. Flesh hung from her face in bits, and blood was everywhere. The man leaned over, and wiped some of the blood off with a white handkerchief. “I could fry an egg on your head; if I wanted to.” He commented, still wiping the blood away. “No, I would like to believe, even now, that you are aware enough to know that there isn’t a trace of sadism in my actions. Ok, perhaps towards the others, but not to you.” The man gestured to the four other people standing behind him. There was one man, and three women, all impeccably dressed, and all with guns in their hands. The weapons were still smoking, and the mangled bodies that littered the church were proof that the four assassins did not miss. “No, this is me at my most masochistic.” The woman in the bride gown on the floor opened her eyes and stared straight into those of the man standing above her. “Dante, it’s your baby-“ She was cut off by the bullet.
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Antenora
Detriment Deleter
Fiendish Philologist
Put down that harpoon gun, in the name of these wonderful birds!
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Post by Antenora on Sept 28, 2005 7:24:46 GMT -5
This looks interesting, although I haven't seen the films and the title certainly unnerves me.
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Post by PJ on Sept 28, 2005 9:01:45 GMT -5
This looks interesting, although I haven't seen the films and the title certainly unnerves me. Yes. About that. Your character isn't very...Antenora-ish, as you'll see. But she had to be SOMEONE.
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Post by Celinra on Sept 28, 2005 12:04:02 GMT -5
Ooh, sounds interesting!
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Post by SF on Sept 28, 2005 15:02:42 GMT -5
I haven't seen the movies either. It looks like its going to be good.
I want to be in this story
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Post by Linda Rhaldeen on Sept 28, 2005 15:21:22 GMT -5
I've never seen the movies either, but it certainly sounds interesting. I want to be in this storySo do I
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Post by Charles Vane on Sept 28, 2005 17:17:34 GMT -5
Yay. Hi.. yay.
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Post by deanna. on Sept 28, 2005 18:27:54 GMT -5
Yaay, I'm stoked.
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Post by PJ on Sept 28, 2005 20:44:51 GMT -5
Oh, how silly of me.
Cast of Characters:
Dante's Infernos Antenora as "Tisiphone" Dante as "Dante" Celinra as "Alecto" Kimia as "Francesca" PJ as "Virgil" Swans as "Megaera"
Also starring: Pandora as Pandora Fatale Char as Char BSam as Sam Boddy Derik as Derik Etemadi Kobolos as Kobolos Betsy as Betsy Mo Ennui and Amber as Mr and Mrs Literati Robert as Robert Jemima as Jemima the gravedigger Annelise as the Assassin Snicketface and Akbar as Bodyguards J. as J.
As for you not included in the story, I'm sorry, but I've already written half of it, and the other half has been carefully planned out, so all the roles have been filled, I'm afraid. If I DO find something, I'll give it to you guys, though.
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Post by BSam on Sept 29, 2005 2:34:41 GMT -5
well, that character list certainly reveals a lot about my paqrt in all this...
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Post by PJ on Sept 29, 2005 3:10:51 GMT -5
well, that character list certainly reveals a lot about my paqrt in all this... You are Sam Boddy, the Man from Tasmania.
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Post by PJ on Sept 29, 2005 4:07:25 GMT -5
Here. I'll be away for the weekend, so this will have to do till Monday.
Chapter One: “2”
Somewhere in Pasadena, California, the woman known as the Bride stepped out of her car, a colorful affair with the words “Pussy Wagon” emblazoned on the back. The Bride slowly walked down the garden path, and pushed the doorbell, over which a small sign marked “The Etemadis” hung. She heard footsteps, and then the door opened, and Mrs. Etemadi stared at the Bride for a moment, recognition instantly showing on her face. In the Bride’s mind, she could see the woman before her, five years ago, staring down at her lying writhing in agony on the floor in a small chapel in El Paso.
Before the startled Mrs. Kimia Etemadi could move, the Bride’s fist hit her in the face, and she stumbled backwards, stunned and in pain. The Bride leapt after her, tackling her into a small wooden cabinet, which crunched unpleasantly. Mrs Etemadi shouted, and threw her assailant off her, and a moment later the two warriors were standing again. With a roar, Kimia tackled the Bride, and they crashed into a glass table, which smashed, cutting their faces and arms. The two wrestled furiously on the floor for a moment, before Mrs. Etemadi head-butted the Bride hard, leapt up, and dashed into the kitchen, whilst the bride, dazed, picked herself up. Kimia came tearing back into the living room, a large kitchen knife in her hand.
The Bride’s hand whipped down and pulled her own knife in one fluid motion. The two women approached each other, and then circled around the wreckage of the living room, eyeing one another, and viciously stabbing at each other, testing for weaknesses. In the distance came a rumbling noise, and a school bus drew up in front of the house. The two women froze, and looked out of the window as a little boy climbed out of the bus and happily wandered up the garden path to the door. Kimia flashed the Bride a pleading look, as the door opened, and then they both stepped next to each other, and hid the knives behind their backs.
“Muuuum, I’m home!” The little boy declared, before he froze, seeing the destroyed living room, his bloody-faced mother and an equally beaten-up stranger. “Hey, Derik, how was school?” Kimia asked, ignoring the wreckage of the living room. The little boy seemed stunned, until he finally asked “Mummy, what happened to the living room?” Mrs. Etemadi paused for a moment, thinking, and then replied: “Oh, that good-for-nothing dog of yours got into the living room and messed things up, that’s what happened!”
Derik stared aghast at the destruction of the living room. “Barney did this?” He asked, tentatively, and the Bride felt a stab in her heart. She would avoid killing Kimia in front of her child, she decided. Derik stepped towards his mother, but she shook her head and said “Now, Derik, you can’t come in here, there’s broken glass everywhere and you might cut yourself.” Derik’s eyes wandered up to the Bride who smiled sweetly. “This is an old friend of mummy’s.” Kimia said, also smiling. “Hello, Derik, my name is Antenora.” Antenora said. “You have a nice name, Derik. How old are you?” she asked, sweetly. Derik stared at the stranger with large eyes.
“Derik, Antenora asked you a question.” Kimia reprimanded, and Derik quietly said “I’m four.” “Four years old? You know, I once had a little girl. She’d be about five by now. Maybe you two could have played together.” She shot a look at Mrs. Etemadi, who looked back at Derik and said “Now Derik, me and Antenora have some grown-up talk to talk about, so you go in your room now and leave us alone till I come up and get you.” Derik stares solemnly at Antenora once more, before hurrying up the stairs.
“So…want some coffee?” Kimia asked, turning towards her enemy. “Yeah, sure.” Antenora replied, and the two headed for the kitchen. Antenora puts her knife back into its sheath, and Mrs. Etemadi puts hers back in its drawer. “Cream and sugar?” Kimia asked, busy with the coffee. “Both, please.”
This Pasadene Homemaker’s name is Kimia Etemadi. She and I go way back; we used to be co-workers. Back then her codename was “Francesca”. Mine was “Tisiphone”.
Kimia handed Antenora her coffee mug, and took a sip from hers. “Were you expecting me?” The Bride asked, staring into her cup. “Yeah. Dante called me just after you woke up. And again after your little episode in Japan.” She sipped some more coffee. “So I guess it’s a little late for an apology?” “You suppose correctly.” Antenora said coldly, and drank some coffee. “Even if I was sincere?” Mrs. Etemadi asked, studying the Bride’s face. “Oh, I’m sure you’re pretty sorry now.”
“Look, I need to know if you’re going to do anything to my little boy.” Antenora sipped some more. “You can relax. I’m not going to hurt little Derik, nor am I going to kill you in front of him.” “That’s being more rational than Dante led me to believe you were capable of.” “Well that’s a demonstration of Dante’s complete ignorance when it comes to the subject of me. It’s mercy, compassion and forgiveness I lack, not rationality.”
“I could have killed you any time I wanted. But I want a duel. A fair one, no outside help, just the two of us, and some weapons. Try anything sneaky, anything at all, and I will put a bullet into your head when you’re taking Derik to school.” “Look, I know I potato ed you over, I potato ed you over bad. I wish to God I hadn’t, but I did.” Kimia said, a pleading note entering her voice. “If I could go back now, I wouldn’t do it. But I can’t. All I can say is that I’m a different person now.” “I don’t care.”
“Be that as it may, I beseech you on behalf of my little Derik-” “You can stop right there. I don’t care if you’ve changed. You and I have unfinished business, and nothing, nothing you did in the last five years is going to change that.” “You have every right to get even-” “But that’s where you are wrong. To get even I would have to kill you, then go upstairs and kill little Derik, and then wait for your husband to come home and kill him. That would be even.” Kimia sighed. “Ok. When do we do this?” Antenora sipped some more coffee, her face impassive. “That depends on when you want to die. I’ll give you two days, and then I’ll kill you regardless of where you are, or who you’re with.” “How about tonight?” “Splendid. Where?” “There’s a baseball diamond about a mile from here. We meet at two-thirty in the morning, dressed all in black, and we have a knife fight. Now, if you will excuse me, but I have to fix Derik’s cereal.”
Kimia reached into a cupboard and pulled out a cereal box. “So, what weapon are you going to take? Your butcher knife? I’m fine with that.” Kimia stared at her coldly and raised the cereal box. “Very funny.” She said, as the end of the cereal box exploded, and a bullet sped at the Bride, and hit the wall beside her. Antenora ducked, and with a flick of her hand, sent her knife straight into Mrs. Kimia Etemadi’s stomach. She groaned feebly, and stared straight into Antenora’s eyes. “Goodbye,” she mouthed, and died.
Antenora leant down, and checked her pulse, and then retrieved her knife. She stood, and saw, to her horror, little Derik standing by the doorway, watching her with his big solemn eyes. “It was not my intention to do this in front of you. For that I’m sorry. But you can take my word for it, your mother had it coming. When you grow up, if you still feel raw about it, I’ll be waiting.” She then stood, and left through the kitchen door. As she climbed into “The Pussy Wagon” she picked up a small notepad and crossed out the name “Kimia Etemadi”. Two Down. Three to go.
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Post by idiotj on Sept 29, 2005 5:52:12 GMT -5
It's good but I feel left out. Oh, well, I understand.
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Antenora
Detriment Deleter
Fiendish Philologist
Put down that harpoon gun, in the name of these wonderful birds!
Posts: 15,891
Likes: 113
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Post by Antenora on Sept 29, 2005 6:30:48 GMT -5
Good story. The code names are really cool.
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Post by PJ on Sept 29, 2005 7:44:55 GMT -5
It's good but I feel left out. Oh, well, I understand. Gah! I'll try and find you a place, too.... Edit: Done. And I added Kobolos, as well.
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