Hello guys. So this is random one-shot I've done some time ago. Just read it, if you like it, I'm glad, if you didn't, I'm sorry. Either way R&R, tell me what you think and enjoy. I don't own Black Lagoon.
Revy's cutlass. Revy's smoke. Revy's bullet. It happened once before at the sickly age five, she lost it that time. Revy lost it… once again.
Revy's body shook vigorously in her bed, sweat flowing down her face, her breathing short, Rock sat next to her, aiding her.
"You're going to be okay, Rev…" he said soothingly as he dried her sweat with a cloth. It was midnight, the moon shining brightly and a cold wind was blowing swiftly. Rock heard a faint noise and stood up to inspect the sound, but then he heard Revy's voice, as strong and fearful of the likes of a lion.
"Heh… blood and smoke tastes so fucking good…" Revy aid seductively, as if the thought was the touch of ecstasy and sex combined.
Rock turned his head slowly towards Revy, not sure how to handle this sudden change of Revy's voice. She was sitting up with her cutlass in her hands, playing with it. Rock now turned towards her. Revy smiled. She looked at the gun in her right hand and then she licked the barrel of the gun, as if she wanted the taste of metal. Rock finally realized something that day. Revy was never crazy. No. Although right now, he can absolutely say he saw insanity, he knows what the eyes of the insane looked like. He knows.
"I want to taste again. I want to taste blood and smoke…" Revy said and looked up. She saw Rock, looking at her with absolutely no emotion. Her face gleamed, her eyes glittered with excitement. Her smiled turned into a deadly grin.
"I see you. Do you like it?" Revy asked and climbed out of the bed and walked towards him, guns in hand. "Do you like what you see, do you want a taste?" She asked him. Rock didn't answer. She stepped further away from him. Revy snickered and then that laugh turned to hate and she pulled the gun on Rock. "I fuckin' asked if you wanted to taste this piece of a motherfucker!" Revy shouted.
"Now Revy, calm down. It's me, Rock." He said and cautiously put his hands in the air.
Revy pulled the trigger, shooting Rock right through the chest, Rock fell face down. Revy laughed and shot Rock another three times, just because she can. Laughing harder she said: "Who the fuck are you calling Revy anyway you bastard!"
Suddenly the door opened, it was a black guy standing in the doorway with a gun with a geeky blond dude right behind him. Revy moved fast and shot them both multiple times without really looking.
"So much blood and smoke!" Revy screamed joyfully and grinned as she licked the blood from her left gun.
"Lovely blood and metal collides with me to-" Revy started but stopped, her face fell, her eyes dulled and her hands fell to her sides. Her eyes coloured again, this time frightened, unsure and confused. She looked down at her feet, the bodies surrounded her like death spell. She looked at their bodies' one for one. She had a flashback, every bullet another picture- a reminder. She knew they were dead. She screamed out of anger and grief and fell to her knees. Then she heard the shatter of her cutlass touching the ground. She looked at it then determined put the guns in her holster and stood up. She looked at the bodies for a final time.
"Don't worry guys, I'll get that motherfucker who did this." She said determined and walked out of the flat onto the streets. With every passing person she interrogated them, when she didn't get what she wanted- answers, she shot a bullet into their heads. The sound of her bullets flooding through Roanapur never stopped. She will have her revenge on those bastards that killed her crew.