The revenge of Sofy Faetal

by fingerprinted

Her voice still rings inside my head. Even now, 5 years on. I can see her face pictured in my mind. She haunts me. I can hear her laughter. Her cold, cruel laughter. She doesnt leave me alone. Her yellow suit and yellow helmet. Silly Koch Asian.

2. Chapter 2

I was sat there, on the hill, staring at the place where my could have been murderer lived. She had her life back; she had her daughter, her new identity. Rosemary Carter she called herself. Rosemary Carter my arse. Beatrix Kiddo you had everyone fooled; but now Im back, and I will reveal to the world the one they called the bride.

I sat on the hill watching her through the window. Watching her eat her breakfast with her daughter BB. BB, 10 years old, and not a clue of what her mother has done. Treacherous murderer. How dare she carry on with her life as if nothing has happened. She plays the innocent and makes out that everyone else, the rest of Bill's gang were in the wrong. She claims "we ruined her wedding and her life". What a load of bullshit. She ran around decapitating people with her fancy samurai sword and her daughter thinks she's an angel. She worships her. "O mother. What a difficult life you've had. You must be all worn out."

She took my arms, and now Im going to take something of hers. And it won't be pretty. We wouldn't want to scar her daughter's pretty face now would we?