This chap completes O-Ren's assignment (read last chap) and we see Elle for the first time (in this fic at least). I said in the last chapter that the chaps following Elle's assignment would be about Vernita, but I'm not gonna do that. The next chaps are going to be about Vernita, then I'll write the Elle chaps, and then the Bea chaps, and, like I said, MAYBE the Bill and Gogo chaps.

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O-Ren fell to the floor, hearing the bullets fly over her and into the wall. She rolled towards the guards, slicing the feet off of one of them and got up.

She saw Dupont sprint out of the room, followed by some guards. She swung her sword at them, but only managed to slash a guard's back. The men still inside the room screamed as hands holding guns were separated from their arms, legs were cut off of their owner's bodies, eyes were plucked out of their possessor's heads, all sorts of limbs fell on the cold, hard floor, and bodies were turned into nothing more than geysers of blood.

Once she made sure everyone in the room except for her was dead, she dashed out of the room, and down the corridor, following the trail of blood left by the wounded man. She ran down more than a few corridors, never stopping to admire the beautiful artifacts inside their glass stands, or the works of art hanging from the wall. She had a single thing in her mind - eliminate the target.

More armed men ran out doors and down corridors, all after her. A spray of bullets narrowly missed her. She skidded to a halt, spun around, dove to the ground and rolled forward towards her enemies. She got up and started hacking away, and soon, they were nothing but dead bodies, mutilated beyond recognition. She had stained the walls, floor and ceiling with blood, as well as her own clothes. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, letting the metallic smell fill her nostrils. She then smiled.

The woman shook her head and wanted to kick herself in the ass. You're not supposed to get distracted during an assassination. She turned around and sprinted forward, following the trail of blood, which was getting harder to follow with each hallway.

However, that wouldn't be a problem. She soon spotted Dupont and a guard dragging the dying guard along. O-Ren's cut had been deeper than she realized. Well, it's not like it was something she felt bad about. She was glad she'd hurt the man.

The assassin stared into Dupont's eyes for a while, and saw nothing but fear in them. The guard at his side tried to pull him farther away from the woman, but he was frozen with fear. She walked slowly towards the three. The guard pulled a gun and pointed it at her. In a second, he was on the ground, screaming, blood gushing out of his wrist. His hand lay about a foot from him, pistol still in its grip. She raised the sword and swung it down at the man's neck, slicing his head clean off.

The French man backed away from her slowly, until he tripped over the other guard and fell down. She advanced on him slowly, raising her sword.

He took a deep breath, trying to regain his composure, and asked, "Make it quick, ok?"

She narrowed her eyes at him. "You won't feel a thing." A smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth. "Unless I want you to." She brought the sword down, thrusting it into the man's chest. His head hit the ground, blood coming out of his mouth. He wasn't in any pain.

She smiled and twisted the sword. He felt it.

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She walked down the corridor, sword in sheath, leaving blood behind her as she went, the blood on the soles of her shoes left stains on the ground. She walked into the living room to find Bill sitting on the couch, reading a book. He put the book - "The Art of War" - on the coffee table and said to her, "Mission complete, I presume?"

She nodded. He smiled a sweet smile and patted the seat next to him with his hand. O-Ren sat down, and Bill didn't seem to mind one bit that she was getting his white sofa dirty.

He inspected her and said, "Messy kill?"

"Messy kills," she corrected. "The guards were alerted. My guess is one of them spotted a dead body."

Bill thought for a moment, then smiled. "I trust you left no survivors."

She shook her head. He smiled and picked up the book from the table, saying, "You can go now if you want."

She looked at the book and asked, "'The Art of War'? I thought you read that already."

Not looking up from the page he was reading, he said, "Six times actually."

She raised an eyebrow, then shrugged. Bill wasn't the most normal person she knew, so the fact that he had read a book six times and was reading it a seventh didn't surprise her. "Have you found anything about that secret society?"

He looked up from his book and at her. "Not much. Just that they were founded by an English man in China, but it has members all around the world."

She nodded and got up. "I'm going home now," she said. He nodded and she left.

Once she was gone, he put down the book and grabbed his cell phone. He dialed Vernita's number and waited for her to pick up.

"Bill."

"Vernita," he said. "I have an assignment for you."

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NEXT: Copperhead A.K.A. It's My Party And I'll Cry If I Want To