B.B. Gunn
"Who are you, you fucking bitch!" She screamed, through her cut and swollen lips. I had battered her face into a bloody pulp. But she remained defiant. I had to give her credit for that. She had balls.
I didn't utter a word. I stayed focused on the dark winding road ahead. This was the direction that was going to lead me directly to Beatrix Kiddo. I felt a tingling sensation within me, as if my body were alive with static electricity. It gave me a light airy feeling, like walking on the moon. People often describe it as a dream like state. The only word that I could conjure up was surreal. And even that was too small.
For years and years I dreamt of this day. The day that I would have closure on this extended chapter of my life. It wasn't my wish to kill Beatrix's son and husband, Bobby and Patrick.Nor did I purposely transform her daughter into a mangled and bloody mess. It was all about self preservation. I knew they would not have hesitated to take my life. Especially since they knew I was coming to kill their beloved wife and mother.
"Those in your way are just a means to an end...Use them."
Elle always told me that.
That was the only reason BB Gunn was still alive.
I averted my eyes from the road momentarily to issue her a warning,
"Who I am is no concern of yours, BB. But hear this. If I even entertain the idea that this might be a set up I swear I'll kill you. And, believe me, it will be alot worse than the way your daddy and little brother died." My words dripped with venom. I never thought I had the capacity to be that cruel. But I meant every single word I said. I glared at her. The rage inside struggled to break free. It was like a wild tiger fighting to get out of it's cage. BB's very existence, as an adult woman, infuriated me. All I could think about was how I never had the chance to grow up with my mother, or my father. How my parents never got the chance to see me goto prom, or graduate highschool. My daddy would never have the oppurtunity to walk me down the aisle on my wedding day. I had been robbed of all those hypothetical situations. And here they were, The Gunn family, all living the high life in Mexico. It made my stomach turn.
BB didn't say another word. I heard her breathing quicken. She struggled to stifle the emotion that welled within her. I heard her groan ever so slightly each time she shifted her bruised and broken body in the car seat.
When I looked into her big brown eyes, peaking out through matted brown tendrils, I could see fear. For the first time I saw fear. I never thought I had the ability to inspire such a primal emotion, but there it was. I almost felt sorry for her. Almost.
I redirected my gaze back to the open road.
BB was a better fighter than her father and brother; however, she wasn't skilled enough to contend with a woman who had spent her entire life fighting. She gave me a good struggle. I'll give her that. In the end it was a wasted effort. My original plan was to simply kidnap her. I only wanted her to lead me to her mother's lair. However, things did not turn out as I had initially intended. Blood was splattered all over my outfit, but I could have cared less. I was in a zone.
"Why are you doing this to me?" BB sobbed. She wept like a newborn baby the entire drive. Unfortunately for her I felt no remorse. "Why did you kill my father and my brother? What do you want!"
I felt a lump form in my throat. The question, albeit a simple one, held so much gravity. A light sheen glazed over my eyes, "Your mother gave me an invitation. I am just taking her up on the offer." I said. My voice cracked ever so slightly. I'm doing it mama. I'm almost here. I hope that I can make the wrong committed against you right.
As I drove onward we hit a pothole. The dead bodies flopped around in the back of the van. BB started weeping uncontrollably. I didn't say anything. I just let her cry.
As I listened to BB sob I thought about how our lives could have been so much different. BB and I were roughly the same age. Under different circumstances the two of us could have been friends.
Maybe in another lifetime, but not tonight.
We finally reached the city limits. I drove the car into the woodsy back roads of Mexico City. In approximately one hour I would meet the woman who started me on this bloody path of revenge. I was going to meet the vengeful demon that snatched my childhood away like a monster from a fairytale. Beatrix Kiddo made me who I am. And for that she would pay, in blood.
I guess you're wondering how I made it to this point...
Well, it all started like this.
I arrived in Mexico City early on Monday morning. I had always thought of Mexico as quaint third world country, with very little to offer. But, Mexico City was quite beautiful. It was not the jungle of hotels, high rises, and small businesses that New York was. But it did have it's own Mestizo charm and splendor. Everywhere I went I came across a friendly street vendor, or a child, offering to take my picture for four American dollars. The smells that filtered out from the Mexican restauraunts were olfactory bliss. I even stopped to have an Enchilada in a local street side eatery.
After I was done eating I had to remind myself that I wasn't there to do any sight seeing. I was on a mission.
My first priority was to get a new identity. I didn't have any fake ID's that were Mexican in origin so I took someone elses. When I passed through customs a very unwary woman left her purse wide open while chatting with an agent. I only had to reach into her open purse and remove her pocket book. It wasn't nearly as hard as I thought it would be. Sofie taught me that it was all about looking demure and not attracting unwanted attention.
The woman was about my height and complexion. It would not be hard for me to alter my appearance to look more like her. Her name was Yessenia Villareal. Now, it was my name.
The easy part had been taken care of, now it was onto the difficult stuff. Then again, how hard could it be to find a tall blonde in a city filled with dark skinned, dark haired, people?
Before I left Texas Elle gave me some crucial information. The information helped me locate Beatrix's family in a hurry. It was a name. Alejandro Solis, a well known drug dealer/pimp in Mexico.
According to Sofie Alejandro Solis was the son, of a friend, of Snake Charmer's. Bill, it turns out, lived in Mexico for a few years. He was raised by a pimp named Esteban. Bill's best friend's name was Angel Solis. Without rehashing the particulars they met in Tijuana and became buddies, or "Amigos" as they call them down here. Angel grew up a Mexican gangster and soon became a local crime lord. Before he was brutally murdered--by one of his own whores no less--he willed everything to Alejandro, his only son.
I don't know much, but what I do know is that Alejandro and his father were close to Bill. Whoever was close to Bill knew Beatrix at some point.
Sofie told me to be careful. Alejandro was a fucked up, sadomasochistic, sociopath who loved to torture and abuse hapless young women, and rape them afterwards.
Well, after he meets me he may want to consider taking up a new hobby.
It wasn't hard to find him. All I had to do was dress sexy and ask around. Even though Alejandro Solis was a sick, sadistic, prick ladies of the evening flocked to work for him. He paid them well and protected them from malicious predators, excluding himself. I went out later that night and asked some random guy whether or not he knew him. The guy automatically assumed I was a prostitute, judging from the way he manhandled his bulging crotch. He told me about a very popular night club called VegaStar. Apparently the club was where all the pimps, hookers, gangsters, and drug smugglers hung out. It was the den of iniquity for all underworld dwellers. I sighed. It was just one more hoop I had to jump through.
The next evening, I stopped in a small Mexican boutique to purchase myself a hoochified outfit. The sluttier the better. not too slutty though. The outfit I purchased was a hot, bright red, two piece, pleather ensemble, with matching six inch, spiked, high heels. With my new body I could fit into anything. The outfit hugged my form like a long lost lover. The pleather boustier automatically hoisted my full B-cup into the stratosphere. Holy shit, If someone mass marketed these outfits plastic surgeons would go out of business. I thought, as I gawked at my now very ample cleavage. I examined myself in the full length shop mirror. This was definitely the outfit for me.
"I'll take this one please." I said to the store lady.
The elderly woman gave me a somewhat cautious glare. I think she knew what she thought I was up to. Her opinion didn't matter to me. As long as she wasn't some bodyguard prepared to attacked we were cool.
She finished ringing up my purchase and handed me my bag, "Gracias..." I said.
"Don't get into any trouble, Senora. You are such a beautiful girl. I would hate to see anything bad happen to you." She said.
"You don't have to worry about me. I can take care of myself." I replied. I walked out the door.
I went to my motel room to get ready for the night. I put in my new emerald green contact lenses. These were alot different than the ones I used to wear.They were lighter and made my eyes look mystifying. With my blood red lipstick and caramel colored skin I looked exotically beautiful. I decided to try a different hairstyle as well, to be less recognizable. I fashioned my long flowing man into a widow's peak that covered my right eye. I always loved the way Veronica Lake styled her hair; and fortunately, for me, I looked just as good with it.
The random guy I met, Pablo Martinez, was a small time drug dealer who invited me to the VegaStar club that night. I told him I would meet him there. I had no intention of meeting him, I just wanted the directions. He gave them to me.
I arrived at the club around midnight. I pulled up in my Corvette and rode through the parking lot. It took me atleast half an hour to find a parking space. When I got out I was amazed. I would have sworn that I had shown up at a pimps and hoes convention. Everyone was dressed beyond ready to impress. Every man had on outfits so outrageous and garish that they bordered on comical. The women had on ten feet of fabric between them. I thought I looked like a slut? Well, I resembled mother Theresa compared to these hoes. I went to the back of the line to get into the club. I drew the eyes, and hushed whispers, of several of the hookers in front of me. I knew they were talking about me. Women are the same the world over. Their pimps were giving me the eye, obviously contemplating about who would turn out the new girl. One even took my hand and slipped me his phone number. I played it off. I kept my mind on what I was here to do. As I got to the end of the red carpet I reached for my purse to pay the bouncer.
"Oh no, don't worry about that, Chica. Fine lookin senoritas like you get in for free." He said, very flirtateously. The bouncer was cute. He was really tall and well built. He was dressed in a black t-shirt and leather pants. He had his dark hair slicked back, and his mustache and goatee were neatly trimmed.
I smiled and flittered my eyes ever so slightly,
"Muchos Gracias grande papi..."
The bouncer broke into a huge smile and opened the door for me. No matter what culture guys were always the same. All you have to do is look pretty and call em big poppa.
I walked into the club. I was instantly hit by a wave of loud music and the scent of body heat. The club played modern Americanpop tuneswith an infusion of latin rhythms. As I surveyed theplace women were on the table tops stripping, and performing lap dances. Some men were openly recieving oral sex while others sniffed cocaine from their fingertips. I even saw several couples having sex on the dance floor itself. This place made Studio 54 look like a catholic church congregation.
I thought I was going to be nauseous.
I pushed my way through the crowd, amidst groping hands, and made it to the bar. I needed information and a drink.
"Bartender, excuse me!" I yelled over the noise. My jaw dropped when the bar tender approached me. He wore nothing but a bowtie and thong underwear. I am easily embarrassed at times, and right then was one of them.
"Can I help you, senora?" He asked seductively.
"Yes, can I have a Sex On The beach?" I didn't know what else to ask for. I had never purchased a drink. Besides, I always wanted to know what Sex on The Beach tasted like.
"Is that a request or a drink?" asked the bartender.
I blushed, "A drink..." I said, "But, I do have one request. Can you tell me where I can find Alejandro Solis?"
As he poured my drink he smiled, "Oh, so you're a working girl."
"You can say that..."
"You didn't strike me as the type."
"Well, can you tell me where he is?" I did not feel like getting into any small talk. This place made me want to vomit.
"Yeah, he is outback taking care of some business. You might want to wait until he comes back in. He is handling some issues with his money." The bartender warned.
I paid no attention to it. I knew exactly what Mr. Solis was up to.
"Thank you." I plopped some money on the bar and made my way to the back exit.
I stood in the shadows as the woman screamed. Each time the brute rammed his fist into her face was worse than the last. He grabbed her by the throat and punched her in the stomach. Then he started beating her in the face again. I gritted my teeth. I wanted to kill him.
"I swear I don't have it, Alejandro! I-I'm not holding out on you, papi!" She screamed. He slugged her again. This time blood flew out of her mouth. She got punched again. I heard a loud crack. I knew it was her jaw shattering.
"Bitch, I know you're holding out on me! You know I don't fucking like it when you lie about stealing my money, puta! Now where the fuck is my five hundred dollars?!" Said her assailant. That is when I saw him pull a large golden cane come from underneath his blood red trench coat. The man, Alejandro Solis, began beating the woman with the staff. Each hit landed with a dull thud. The female screamed until she hoarse. Finally, she could scream no more as she lie on the ground like a heap of dirty rags. Alejandro continued to kick, punch, and beat her with the staff.
I made sure that no one else was around. I didn't need the interuptions.
When I saw the violent pimpraise his cane for another blow I made my presence known.
"I just love a big strong man who can beat the living shit out of someone half his size." I said, sarcastically. I began to strut towards him, before stopping a few feet away.
I had his undivided attention. The big burly crimson clad brute turned to face me. Alejandro Solis had to be one of the ugliest men I had ever seen in my life. They say when you are evil on the inside you become ugly on the outside. In his case it was absolutely true. His neck was the size of a linebacker's, and his head was shaped like bowling ball. Alejandro's swarthy skin was the color of urine. His mouth had no form or definition.He had the look of a catfish that had suffered an allergic reaction.Alejandro was a big man, around 6'4, 400 pounds. I could tell he never missed a meal a day in his life.
I was going to have a little fun kicking his fat ass.
When he saw me his grotesquely deformed mouth twisted into a smile. If you could call it that. He put his cane away and adjusted his coat, stepping over the beaten woman like she were nothing more than a doormat.
"Ah, Buenos Tardes Senorita, Como Estas?" asked Alejandro, a flirty tone in his voice.
"Muy Bien Gracias, y tu?"
"I don't believe I've seen you around here before. I would remember such a pretty face." He walked right up to me and took my hand into his own. He politely kissed it. That was when I realized how women could be taken by such a repulsive scab like him. He was quite charming. Even after he had finished beating a woman nearly to death there was something disarming about him.
"Why did you do that to her?" I asked.
He turned around and turned back to me and laughed, "Oh her. She was stealing from me, so I had to teach her a lesson..." He said, "So, I take it you are a new girl, American from what I see."
I smiled, "Let's cut the chit chat, Alejandro. Tell me where I can find Beatrix Kiddo."
His expression turned into one of surprise, "Come again, chica?"
"I know you know her. I want you to tell me right now or else."
My tone of voice turned deadly serious. I wasn't playing. If he gave me any shit he was going to find out just how serious.
Alejandro laughed outright at that, "You're kidding right?" he said, "Or else what?"
"Or else I'll make it so you never use your arms again, ever."
That is when he got mad, "You threatening me, bitch? See that girl over there? I've had her on my stroll for five years. I love her like a daughter, and I beat her ass. Now, just imagine what I can do to a little puta like you that I don't even know. Now, let's just play nice and you come with me. Let me show you how a real man can treat a la--UNGH!" Alejandro screamed. Before he even realized it my stiletto heeled foot cracked him in the jaw. The kick sent him sprawling onto the pavement. He crashed, hard.
"The problem is, Alejandro, you can't handle a real woman." I said. I was still amazed at how fast, agile, and strong my body was now. Thought and action were one in the same. It even shocked me when Alejandro went down as hard as he did.
The big ugly galute sat up on the ground and wiped the blood from his mouth. The expression of appalling shock was just as profound as burning rage, "You fucking bitch I am gonna kill you!" He said.
He pulled out the golden cane and charged at me like a stampeding elephant!
I can't quite explain it, but the world seemed to move at a slower pace for me. I watched Alejandro come at me in slow motion, and with a quick pivot I grabbed his arm and slammed him into the steel double doors. I had barely even flinched! When he fell I hit him with another sharp kick to the abdomen. He gasped and recoiled in pain.
"I am going to ask you one more time, gordo. Where is Beatrix Kiddo?"
"I'm gonna kill you, fuckin pendejo..." He whimpered.
I punched him hard across the nose. I heard the bone shatter. Alejandro screamed in agony. Blood splattered everywhere.
"Wrong answer. I am going to ask you one more time. Where...Is...Beatrix...Kiddo?"
" I'm not telling you a goddamn thin--ARGH!" I grabbed his left arm and snapped it backwards. The bone broke at the elbow. Alejandro screamed louder than the girl he was beating. I found the irony in that somewhat amusing.
"Okay Alejandro. Everytime you don't answer my questions I am going to break another bone. I estimate that it will take three more questions for me to render this arm useless. Now, I will ask you again. Where Is she!"
Alejandro was wheezing, but he nodded his head in defiance.
So I dislocated his shoulder, "Alright I'll tell you! I'll tell you!" He shrieked.
Fortunately for me my interrogation went uninterupted. The music inside the club was blasting so loud that no one heard a thing.
"H-her name isn't Kiddo anymore...It's Gunn. Beatrix Gunn! S-She's married and has two kids now, Bobby and BB!" Alejandro was wincing hard. I knew the pain was excruciating. However, I felt no pity for him, not in the slightest.
"Married?" I asked, half heartedly. I couldn't believe it. She was married with two children. Elle didn't tell me that.
"Her family owns a restaraunt in the city. It's called Se sirve La Cena(Dinner Is Served)...It's only a few blocks from here." Alejandro began coughing. He spat bloody phelgm. I had given him a concussion, and possibly punctured a lung. No less than he deserved.
Then it hit me, "I passed by there earlier..." I said to myself. I looked down at the helpless coward, "Are you sure? I swear to god if you are setting me up I am going to break every single bone in your fat slovenly body."
"I'm telling the truth I promise! Just don't tell her that I told you! Please don't--"
"Oh you won't have to worry about her. I can almost guarantee that." I said. I looked down at Alejandro again, struggling to catch his breathe. I looked over at the girl. Her form was so still and quiet. I knelt down beside Alejandro and leaned towards his hideous face, "If I ever hear about you doing that to anyone else I'm coming back. If I have to return I'm gonna be mad. Believe me, I went easy on you this time. Next time I'm going to break the most important bone in your body." As I spoke I slowly eased my hand down to his crotch, "Do I make myself clear?" He nodded his head yes as the perspiration soaked his bald dome.
I stood up and walked away from him. Before I left I had to see how the girl was doing. I knelt down and hoisted her wrist up. I shook my head in disgust. She had no pulse. "I'm so sorry..." I said. I rolled her body over and looked into her face. Behind the blood, bruises, and swelling I could still divine her features. She was young, probably younger than me. She looked like she was no older than 17. I couldn't stifle the tears. I ran to my car.
I went straight home. Si sirve La Cena would not be open past ten o'clock. So, I decided to get some much needed rest and meditation. The entire night I was on pins and needles. A million thoughts raced through my mind. What would I do when I saw her? How would I react? Would my emotions betray me? What if she recognized me the moment I walked in? The what ifs were killing me.
I stayed up all night, meditating and doing yoga. Finally I fell asleep at three a.m. and woke up around eight that same morning. My plan was to arrive at night fall, around nine p. m. The Si Sirve La Cena closed at 9:30 p.m. That would be perfect. There would be no customers or anything. Just me and Beatrix.
When I woke up I practiced doing forms. I wanted to make sure my reflexes were sharp and my blows lethal. I studied every single pose I did in a full length mirror. By the time I was finished practicing it was five O'clock p.m. After I took a shower I got dressed. I wanted to look good but not too obvious. Sofie Fatale taught me that the key to a successful assasination mission was to be disarming. So I decided to look like a girl, not a warrior. I put on my white form fitting catsuit. I remember when I saw the More Than A Woman video by my favorite singer, Aaliyah. I thought her outfit was so cute. I was beyond elated when Sofie bought and exact replica for me. Coupled with my white Nike Cortez's it really flattered my newly toned and taut figure. I straightened my hair and pulled it back into a long ponytail. I cleaned my contacts and put them back on my eyes. After I was done retouched my makeup...
Well Nikki, if you die atleast you'll leave behind a good looking corpse.
On my way out I stole a black minivan that was in the motel parking lot. It would have been a bad idea to show up in my red corvette. Elle taught me how to hotwire cars, so it was a piece of cake to take the vehicle. Hopefully, I'll be back and no one will be any the wiser.
As I drove down the street, towards the restauraunt, my heart began to beat harder and harder. You know that movie Alien? Well, that is what it felt like. But, it was a good feeling. I was alert and prepared for everything.
I pulled up to the curb and peeped inside the well lit dining room. I peered at my watch, "9:20..." I mumbled. I glanced over at my sword, lying on the passenger seat. Then, for some reason, I looked out into the night, up at the stars, "This is it mama." I cranked up the car and pulled around to the side entrance. I couldn't risk anyone seeing me when, and if, I came out. I had it all figured out. If Beatrix wasn't there then I was going to abduct whomever could lead me to her.After I pulled around I got out of the car and went to the front door. The last of the customers were walking out. That was my que to go in. I grabbed my Honzo sword and got out of the car. I was not going to be caught unawares again.
The place was nice. Very nice. It reflected the culture of the city in a non generic way. There was Mexican art all along the walls, and a friendly sombrero hanging on the mannequin wearing a poncho. There were tables and boothes all around. Inspite of that a waiter or waitress had enough room to manuever with ease. As I walked towards the counter a tall woman with light brown hair walked from in back. She wore tan caci pants and a white tank top shirt. Her luminous skin was lightly tanned, and her flowing hair hung just below her shoulders. She wasn't beautiful, but there was a certain prettiness about her that was undeniable.
I recognized her instantly. Don't ask why, but something inside me knew. I was under the impression that Beatrix's children were toddlers. But this woman looked my age. When I got a good look at her the feature variation was uncanny. Then I knew for certain. It was BB Kiddo, now BB Gunn. I held the sword close to my side and advanced slowly towards the counter. I decided to not play games.
"Can you help me." I said, rather than ask.
"Oh, I'm sorry mam but we're closing in about five--Oh my god." She gasped mid sentence. When she looked up at me our eyes locked. She knew exactly who I was, "You."
"Since we got that out of the way I want you to take me to see your mother," I gripped the scabbard even tighter, "I am not asking you either..." I raised up my Honzo sword and placed it on the counter top, "I'm telling you."
To Be Continued.
Will Nikkia avenge her mother's death? Stay tuned for the final chapters of Kill Beatrix: The Revenge Of Nikkia Bell.