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Post by champ103 on Sept 29, 2005 10:48:57 GMT -5
It's a great story-probably more interesting if you haven't seen the film, since I know the script and whatnot, and it's identical.
And I'm not even in it?! I'm never in 667 stories. Prepare to be killed off in 'Missing', PJ ^_^
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Post by Dante on Sept 29, 2005 11:42:54 GMT -5
This is really good, PJ. All your stories are cool.
I wondered why you'd asked me for assassin names. At least, until you wrote somewhere else that you were doing a 667 Kill Bill. Did you announce somewhere that you were doing it? If so, I missed that. I haven't seen the film, but having read two (incomplete as of yet) 667 versions, I have a fairly good idea of what's going to happen. It must've been a pretty inspiring movie.
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Post by SF on Sept 29, 2005 14:34:21 GMT -5
He didn't really "announce" it but, he did mention it in one of his posts in Random Fact Thread.
This was great PJ, I liked how you used "feel raw about it."
[raspy voice]That is all.[/raspy voice]
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Post by jemima on Sept 29, 2005 14:43:24 GMT -5
Wow. Really good, Peej. Can't wait for my part.
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Post by PJ on Sept 29, 2005 19:57:09 GMT -5
It's a great story-probably more interesting if you haven't seen the film, since I know the script and whatnot, and it's identical. And I'm not even in it?! I'm never in 667 stories. Prepare to be killed off in 'Missing', PJ ^_^ Gah! I'll see if I can bring you into this, as well.... And thanks, guys. It must've been a pretty inspiring movie. It's a GREAT movie.
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Post by PJ on Sept 29, 2005 20:28:07 GMT -5
I'm feeling generous, and since I'll be gone till Monday, here's the next chapter early. And George, I managed to find you a place, even if it is a small one.
Chapter Two: The Comatose Bride
Five years earlier.
The nurse marched through the ward. Well, she wasn’t really a nurse. Although her outfit was perfect down to the little red cross on the white eye-patch that covered her right eye, the woman wasn’t a nurse. She moved with too much grace, too much dignity, to be a simple nurse. The “nurse” was whistling an eerie tune as she walked through the hospital, before she finally stopped before a room marked “Linda Rahldeen.”
But, the comatose woman lying within the room wasn’t Linda Rahldeen. She was known as “Tisiphone” and her name was Antenora. The “nurse” who was known as “Megaera” and was called Swans entered the room, and opened a small case, and gently retrieved a syringe from it. This she attached to one of the many tubes leading directly into Antenora’s veins. “I might never have liked you.” She said to her comatose ex-co-worker. “Point in fact, I despise you. But that doesn’t suggest I don’t respect you. You were a master of a profession that’s most difficult to master.” She paused, and stared into the life-less face of her greatest rival, and sighed. “Dying in our sleep is a luxury our kind is rarely afforded. My gift to you.” She delicately placed her thumb onto the syringe and was about to release the deadly poison into the tube, when her cell-phone rang. She quickly put the syringe back in its case, and answered the call.
“Hello, Dante.” She said, speaking into her phone. “Hello,” came the whispered reply. “What is her condition?” She stared at Antenora and said: “Comatose. I’m standing over her right now.” She paused, as Dante said “Swans, you are going to abort the mission.” “What?” She loudly exclaimed, staring furiously into space. “Don’t potato ing shush me!” She shouted, waving her arm dramatically. “If you think I came all the way down here in this weather for nothing then-” “I owe it to her.” “You don’t owe her salsa!” “We did our best, and she survived. If she wakes up, we’ll do our best, again. But what we don’t do, is sneak into her ward while she is in a coma, and kill her in her sleep. We owe her that, at least.” He paused. “Do you see my point? Calming down, Swans said: “I guess.” “Do you really have to guess?” “No, I don’t need to guess.” “Goodbye.” He said, and hung up.
Swans turned back to Antenora, hatred showing clearly on her beautiful face. “Thought that was pretty potato ing funny, didn’t you?” She paused, and headed for the door. As she opened it, she turned back, and said “Word of advice, magee, don’t you ever wake up.” And then she left.
Five years later.
After five years of lying on a bed, a vegetable, Antenora opened her eyes. She gasped loudly and sat up. Her eyes felt gritty and the rest of her body felt completely numb. Her eyes settled on a large calendar showing a bunch of puppies. 2005. “Five years…” She said, and suddenly she looked down at her stomach. It was completely flat. “My baby!” She exclaimed, frantically feeling her stomach. “My baby…” she sobbed, leaning back onto the bed.
Hearing footsteps approaching, she panicked, and lay back down, pretending to sleep. The door opened, and someone walked in. They walked towards her, and made a sneering noise. “Stupid magee, why won’t you wake up?” He demanded, ridiculously. Antenora swung up, and hit him hard over the head with a large flowerpot that lay on the small table beside her. It had been surprisingly heavy. Antenora slid off her bed, and fell with a thud to the floor. The male nurse she had just knocked out was slumped down beside her, and she rifled through his pockets, and retrieved his wallet, and his car keys. Then she crawled over to a wheelchair which lay folded up in the corner, and got in. Determination filled here eyes as she wheeled the chair towards the door, and struggled to pull it open, and to propel herself down the long medical hallway. One thing, and one thing only filled her mind: Revenge.
Down in the car park, she inspected the car keys she had stolen more thoroughly. “Pussy Wagon” they read, and she rolled her eyes. She instantly spotted the large yellow and purple jeep with the same words plastered on the back. She wheeled herself over, opened the door, and lurched inside, feebly kicking the trolley away with her foot. With great difficulty, she pulled herself onto the back seat. There she sat, staring at her feet, willing her limbs out of entropy. And as she tried to move her big toe, revenge consumed her, and she contemplated her future goals. Five years had passed, and the five people she wanted to kill could already be dead by now, for all she knew. But one thing was certain; if Celinra Hanakane was still alive, she would be in Japan. Celinra Hanakane…
…was introduced to death at the tender age of 11. She lived in an American army base, and was a Japanese-american-chinese half-breed. She hid under her bed and watched whilst her father was violently killed by two yakuza mobster, then had to witness her mother being raped, and afterwards killed, at the hands of one of the more ruthless Yakuza bosses, Boss Matsumoto.
With revenge in mind, Celinra waited for the perfect moment to strike. Luckily for her, Matsumoto was a pedophile, and she was easily able to catch him offguard, and killed him when she was thirteen. She quickly rose in the Japanese underground, and by the age of 20 she was one of the top female assassins in the world, killing generals and businessmen for a high price.
At 23, she joined Dante’s Infernos, and became “Alecto”. At 25, she joined in the killing of eight innocent people, including one small unborn girl, in a small wedding chapel in El Paso, Texas, five years ago. That day, however, she made one big mistake: She should have killed nine.
Coming out of her reverie, Antenora realised her big toe was wiggling, slightly. She smiled, and said to herself: “The hard part is over. Now let’s get the rest of these piggies wiggling…”
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Post by Antenora on Sept 29, 2005 20:55:29 GMT -5
Very good chapter, and have a good time this weekend. I look forward to seeing more of this story.
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Post by Celinra on Sept 29, 2005 21:35:09 GMT -5
Yay, I've been introduced!
I like the code names, I think they're neat.
Enjoy your trip!
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Post by SF on Sept 29, 2005 21:55:39 GMT -5
Very good Peej. Have fun on your trip!
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Post by Akbar Le Grey on Sept 30, 2005 11:00:22 GMT -5
Fabulous, PJ. I love it.
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Post by Dante on Sept 30, 2005 12:27:03 GMT -5
I agree; great chapter, PJ.
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Post by Linda Rhaldeen on Sept 30, 2005 14:00:23 GMT -5
That was wonderful. Have a great trip, and thanks for the cameo.
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Post by Kobolos on Oct 2, 2005 7:35:07 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. I'd bloody well better be.
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Post by PJ on Oct 3, 2005 4:34:45 GMT -5
Gah! I'll try and find you a place, too.... Edit: Done. And I added Kobolos, as well. I'd bloody well better be. How did you know? ;D Next chapter up in an hour or two. Unless I die, or something. Edit: Dear god! It's chapter 3! Eh, this is a sort of in-between-chapter. Like, for plot, mostly. And I couldn't get Sam's character right, either... Chapter Three: The Man from Tasmania The bar was deserted. It was in the outskirts of Hobart, on the island Tasmania, which was just below the continent of Australia. Indeed, Tasmania was so close to Australia, it was still officially a state. An unshaven man lent against the counter, staring at the small tv he had recently installed, and sipping his fourth beer. Suddenly the door opened with a loud screech, and a pretty young woman stepped in. Sam’s smile brightened visibly. “Hello!” He said, and began washing an empty beer mug. He checked his watch, and said “’s only 3 Pee-Em.” The woman, Antenora, nodded and sat down at the bar. “Don’t get many customers at 3...” He said, still washing the mug. “So, what’ll it be?” Antenora smiled and asked for a beer and a sausage roll. “American?” Sam asked, his eyes narrowing, as he opened the fridge and retrieved the beer. “Yeah, I’m here on vacation.” Sam grimaced, “I know someone from America. He used to come down here frequently, until the Drop Bears got him.” Antenora, not knowing about the joke Australians played on most tourists, raised an eyebrow. “Drop Bears. They’re bearst that live in trees, and then drop down on ya! Deadliest creature in the whole world.” He paused, for effect, and then added “The only way to avoid ‘em is to smear Vegimite behind your ears. You know Vegimite, right? Like Marmite.” Antenora smiled thinly, and stared at the television. Still smiling, he reached into the heat-compartment and withdrew a sausage roll, and placed both on the counter. “That’ll be 5 bux.” He said, returning to the beer mug. “So, where else have you been, in Australia?” Sam asked. Antenora opened the sausage roll package and said “Oh, I’ve been to Sydney, and Melbourne.” Sam opened his own beer, and took a sip. “Hobart’s the best place in the world,” he said, gazing into the distance. “It is pretty nice.” Antenora admitted, looking around the bar. “So what brings you here?” Sam asked, and took another swig of his beer. Antenora swallowed the bit of sausage roll she was chewing, and said “I came to see a man.” Sam smiled knowingly, and gave her a wink. Antenora took another bite of her sausage roll, and said “No, not like that.” “Not a friend?” “No. I’ve never even seen him before.” “Who is he, if I may ask? I might know him, if he lives here in Hobart.” Antenora swallowed another bit of her sausage roll and said “His name is Sam. Sam Boddy. Have you ever heard of him?” Sam’s smile instantly vanished. He eyed the Bride suspiciously. “I’ve heard of him. What do you want with Mr. Boddy?” Sam asked, pushing his beer aside. Antenora ate the last bit of sausage roll, and casually said “I need his steel.” Sam sighed. “And why would you need his steel?” “I have vermin to kill.” Antenora answered, and opened her beer. “You must have big rats if you need some Sam-Steel.” Antenora took a swig of beer, and looked straight into Sam’s eyes. “Huge.” Sam sighed once again, more loudly than before. He lifted the wooden bar that separated the customers from the counter, and said “You had better follow me, then.” He led her up some stairs, and then through a trap-door into an attic. Antenora gasped in awe as she saw the numerous racks filled with the finest blades in the world. “May I?” She asked quietly, gazing with longing at the swords. Sam nodded solemnly, and Antenora approached one of the racks, and picked up one of the swords. She unsheathed it, and swung it expertly through the air. Sam smiled, and said “You like samurai swords…” he paused. “I like baseball.” He hurled a baseball straight at the Bride, who, not even thinking, sliced it in half before it touched her. Sam approached her. “I stopped making instruments of death long ago. I only keep these around for sentimental value, nothing more. But I am retired. I will not make you a sword.” Antenora placed her sword back in the rack, and said: “Then give me one of these.” Sam Boddy shook his head. “These are not for sale.” Antenora smiled coldly. “I didn’t say “sell me”. I said “give me.” “And why would I be obliged to help you with your vermin problem?” Antenora turned to him and said “Because this vermin is a former student of yours. And, considering the student, I’d say you have a rather large obligation.” Sam froze for a moment, and his lips formed the word “Dante”. Antenora nodded slightly. Sam closed his eyes and frowned, and then he abruptly turned back towards the trapdoor in the hole. “You can sleep here.” He started to descend, and then said “It will take a month to finish the blade. I suggest you spend it practicing.” The trap door slammed shut. One month later.Sam and Antenora sat, opposite. The blade rested in Sam’s lap. “I’ve done what I swore an oath to god 28 years ago to never do again. I’ve created an instrument of death, and in that purpose, I was a success. I’ve done this, because I’m sympathetic towards your aim. I can tell you, with no ego, that this is my finest sword. If, on your journey, you should encounter God, he will be cut.” He handed the sword to her, and she admired it. On the sheath, a lioness had been engraved. She tested the edge, and found it to be perfectly sharp. She nodded at Sam. She was in the possession of the best blade in the world. “Revenge is never a straight line. It’s like a forest, and, like a forest, it is easy to lose your way…to get lost…to forget where you came in. To guide you, remember this philosophy: When engaged in combat, the vanquishing of thine enemy can be the warrior’s only concern. This is the first, and cardinal rule of combat. Suppress all human emotion and compassion. Kill whomever stands in thy way, even if that be God himself. This truth lies at the heart of the art of combat. Once it is mastered…thou shall fear no one…though the devil himself may bar thy way.
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Post by SF on Oct 3, 2005 6:48:23 GMT -5
Very good PJ. I liked how Sam was smart enough to question Antenora before he let her know his real identity.
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