Dying
Oh, how I hate her.
I lay here, my final resting place. A destroyed caravan, and I lie broken among the glass and fragments of memories she left me.
Our final fight seems a blur now. I just remember the desperate punches and kicks we threw at each other. We both knew that our skills were extremely close. And that is what burns me up. I could have won.
It could be me, walking out of this caravan right now, her eye, instead of mine, lying useless on the floor.
That eye had guided me through life, even after that old fool Pai Mai had ruthlessly torn out my first. I needed that eye, but now it lay, flattened by the bitch who hated me. No use to anyone anymore, least of all me.
My breathing is still heavy. I try to heave myself up, but fail. I must have tried a hundred times already. I wonder if the black mamba is close. I don't want to die. I don't want to spend the last moments of my broken life, laying in a pool of my own blood, shards of glass slicing into me, the deadly snake slowly approaching, my screams being heard by no one, not even me. All my senses are shutting down. This is what it must be like to die.
No, I musn't die. I can't die. Oh, how I hate that bitch Kiddo. I was so close to killing her. I was an expert at killing. I even killed Budd, for god's sake! I was fantastic. If I had wanted Beatrix Kiddo dead, she should have been laying in this very place right now, thinking my thoughts, trying to heave herself up to survive like I am doing now.
I despise her. But I also respect her. She is the best fighter I have ever seen. Bill stands no chance. And then I cry out, for Bill's sake. He will be soft on her. She will kill him, and I wasn't able to stop her. I was the only thing that stood between her and Bill. And I failed.
I suddenly hate life. I can taste something bittersweet in my mouth. Blood. The taste of my failure. Of how, up to the very last moment, Beatrix has still managed to outwit me once again. Just like at the hospital. If I had killed her then, I wouldn't be here right now. I lick around my mouth. Blood is seeping through the battered holes where I've been biting the inside of my cheeks. The blood seems like a personal message from her. Mocking me. Telling me she has won, and I have lost.
I feel my face, and I can feel the wet blood covering my face. Beatrix had made more impact than I'd originally thought; blood seemed to be covering my body. I raise my hands to my face to see the blood, but I only see black. Sight was such a luxury, something which I was now denied.
I think I can hear the black mamba approaching. That's nonsense. I can't hear or see or feel or taste or touch anything. The whole world around me is going black. It's ironic. As one black mamba approaches, another flees, with her Hanzo sword. It belonged to me. That is my sword.
Then it hits me. I'm really going to die. There's no way out. Beatrix robbed me of my pride, my sight, and now she's going to rob me of my life. I can't stand that she is going to be my last thought in life, but I can't help thinking of that bitch. I try to think of something else, but no other memories come to me.
This is it. I can feel it. I have a few breaths left, and then I'm gone. Forever. I picture her one last time. And then my body stops, and my final dying memory is of her.
The Bitch. The Bride. Beatrix Kiddo.
Hope you liked! Please R&R. I actually really liked doing this, and I may consider doing some more Kill Bill fics in the future. This is my first Kill Bill story, so please review and if you like it, I may do more!
Love, Selphie Ivy xx