Kill Mei
Volume 1
Author's note: This is an idea that I got after watching Kill Bill vol.2. As you may have guessed, this story has to do with the legendary martial arts master, Pei Mai. After witnessing how he behaved, I realized something. One of the main rules of martial arts is to be humble. In other words, you do not go around bragging about how good you are at your fighting skills. Pei Mai is the exact opposite of this rule. He is arrogant and so much so that he massacred all the members of a Shaolin (I think I spelled it wrong) monastery when a monk from the mentioned monastery did not return his nod. So this got me to think, what if there was a single survivor from the incident, much like the massacre of the three pines? If there was, he would be really pissed at Pei Mai, much like the bride was pissed off at Bill. Thus leads a revenge story much like Kill Bill. Don't worry; this is not going to be a rip off of the Kill Bill script. And yes, there will be a volume 2 if this one goes well. However, I was not sure what time period this massacre occurred, so I assumed that it was not long ago, because it took place after Mai had mastered his combat, and he obviously is 100 years old (if he is, pleas correct me so I can redo this story). Now, time to start...
The man looked about the empty monastery room. The room was now vacant, devoid of the dead bodies it once held, but the image of the disaster was fresh in his mind.
The master had burst in, his long white beard flowing in the breeze he created as he walked. He asked to see the Abbot, for he wanted his head for payment for the disrespect for one of the monks.
The man was just traveling through and did not take notice of their short conversation. His job was just to walk in, take pictured, and walk out. Sure it was duller than his old job, but the pay was good and the job was far less risky.
The man turned and began to notice something amiss. The martial arts master was now yelling loudly at the Abbot. The head Abbot was trying to console him. It was then that he saw all hell break lose. The worst part was, he was not left out of the attack. The worst part, that is, for the lone fighter.
The man continues to look about the room. He approached one of the stone pillars, the memory of the fight still fresh in his mind. He swung his fist, creating a basketball sized crater in the pillar. He was ready to take his revenge.