New Story! It's been while!
Don't own Kill Bill or any characters.
Revenge.
To inflict punishment in return for injury or insult.
Retaliation, in other words.
The very thing that drags humanity down so low they could care less about whatever else happens to them in the aftermath. Just as long as they get the object of their scorn to suffer for their misdeeds, everything else is irrelevant.
I could only hope that I'll feel some sense of closure once I pursue my own quest. All of my rage and pain that have burdened me would just evaporate and I'll be at peace.
It shouldn't be any different from any other time, per se. My target is very prone to fight back and viciously; that, I know. I'll make sure to make her death slow and painful. She should feel everything that I've felt for the past fifteen years since she mercilessly killed my mother in cold blood.
The irony of it all, she told me that her intention wasn't to do it in front of me, but my mother had it coming.
Oh, really?
What has my mother done to you that made you slaughter her like a wild animal?
Her last few words to me before she stepped over the broken glass in the kitchen and drove away? "In the future, if you still feel raw about it, I'll be waiting."
Damn right I still "feel raw" about it.
I bet she is waiting.. anticipating my arrival.
That woman.
Beatrice Kiddo.
One whom I've sworn to kill by my own hand.
My name is Nikkia Bell, and I want revenge.
To be continued.