Note: The following section of this story may be too gruesome for some as
violence will take its toll and begin in this area. Just to warn readers
beforehand (Although it should be already figured since this is a fan
fiction.)
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May 22nd, Budget Motel
"Don't be so sheepish" Bonnie told Daimon as he seemed to be very nervous when he first stepped into the motel room. The room appeared to be an average one-bedroom room with white walls and a large mirror above the sink to the far left wall. The bed was made nicely, with blue and white covers and white covered pillows at the head. Against the wall closest to Daimon was a nineteen-inch television set that received free HBO. Bonnie smiled at her taller guest and sat down slowly on the foot of the bed, her grin striking across her face almost seemingly diabolical. "How about you sit over here next to me Daimon and tell me some more about yourself." She winked at Daimon, which made the Japanese native shiver a bit.
"Alright, I guess some innocent conversation can't really hurt." Daimon said as he walked slowly over to the bed and sat down next to Bonnie, his brow showing signs of condensation, as he was strangely nervous for unknown reasons. He sat down next to her and sighed, then looked into her face and smiled back uneasily.
"Don't be so nervous," she told him nicely. "I'm not going to bite you if you don't want me to. I just wanted to speak with you a bit." Daimon gulped, letting some saliva go down his throat. "Thanks, that's very reassuring, especially considering my girlfriend has no idea where I'm at right now." At the mention of Daimon having a girlfriend, Bonnie's eyes narrowed and her lips parted into an evil smile. "I didn't know you were taken." Daimon nodded in comply with her and found himself tugging nervously at the pockets of his jeans. "So," he said, still smiling. "What is it you wanted to know about me Bonnie?"
The young woman scooted closer to her male companion, making the covers at the end of the bed shuffle slightly towards her. "I want to know why you are in America, and why you have those scars on your fingers." She pointed to Daimon's tanned hands, and he brought them up to his face to reveal mottled scars on the fingertips, a cruel reminder of the past. "The reason I have these scars is a very personal question Bonnie." He narrowed his eyes at her and thinned his lips. There was a long pause, and then Bonnie brought her left arm around Daimon's waist. "It's alright, I wont tell anyone." As she said these words, Daimon found himself unable to control his thoughts, and he began to talk and spill out his past to this woman he had just met, as if he were under a spell.
"These scars on my fingers," he began. "These are actually deep calluses from pulling a trigger way too often." He made a fake gun with his right hand and placed it against his forehead. He then turned to face her, a small smile formed across his face. "Oh I see, so you were a police officer then?" Bonnie asked, now overly excited and curious about Daimon's story. "Daimon shook his head. "No, I wasn't a cop, I was a cleaner actually." Not knowing how she would handle such a shady thing as confessing to be a hit man, Daimon found himself unable to look at Bonnie and another long pause started between them. Bonnie did not say anything, but instead continued to stare at Daimon with her enchanting eyes. Finding this staring to be creepy, Daimon scooted a bit farther away from her and looked at his feet.
"When I was seventeen years old, my parents were in a deep and unsettling debt with a local loan shark. We didn't have any money to pay the loan shark back, as my father was the poor owner of a karaoke bar that was slowly going nowhere. In order to try and help my family out, I turned to a life of crime and started running errands for Yakuza." He slowly raised his head and looked out the window to see that it had begun to rain. "Before I knew it, I was twenty years old and I was in charge of shutting people up who didn't pay the Yakuza back." He turned his head back to meet Bonnie's eyes, her face looking exactly like it did moments before, as if she never blinked or moved at all. "I had become what I had originally wanted to destroy, I had become just like that loan shark that wanted money from my father. I hated my life." He found a tear fall from his right eye and down his cheek. Boonie scooted closer to him once more and placed a finger to his face. Daimon shivered openly and she felt his body shake under her touch. She wiped the tear away and rubbed it on the bed. "How many people have you killed Daimon?" She asked him in that same, sweet and tantalizing voice that he was now used to. "I, I don't remember. But I do know that I have killed a lot of them." He looked back at the floor and blinked his eyes closed tightly; opening them to release more tears. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't be speaking about such things in the presence of a lady, and I should be ashamed of myself."
To Daimon's surprise, Bonnie wrapped her arms around him and smiled evilly at his face. "No need to apologize Daimon, murderous intent and violence only make the blood taste sweeter." She licked her lips, her tongue seeming to be impossibly long for a human being. Daimon's eyes widened in surprise and he began to panic. Her grip tightened on his back. "I, I thought you said we didn't have to do anything." He whined at her as he then thought maybe Bonnie wanted a little sexual playtime even after it was agreed to not happen like that.
"I said you didn't have to Daimon." She licked her lips once more, thick gelatin-like saliva spreading across her face. "But I can't let a tasty sacrifice such as you get away from me. Now hold still, this may hurt a little at first, but then it will all be over." She began to laugh maniacally at her own words. Daimon didn't know what to do. He was scared now, panicking, and above all else, he was being held by a very strong woman whom he knew nothing about. Knowing that he was probably going to fall victim to a freak of some sort, Daimon attempted to reach into his inner coat pocket where he always held a 38 caliber revolver just in case someone tried to mug him. Bonnie tightened her hold even more around him, and Daimon let out a small cry as he felt his bones in his upper torso begin to falter from constriction. He desperately moved his hand into his coat and felt the handle of the pistol inside. He yanked the firearm free, just as he looked up to see Bonnie's lower jaw disconnect and her teeth elongate menacingly.
"What the hell!?" Diamon yelled as he shoved the short barrel of the revolver hard into Bonnie's stomach and pulled the trigger, the hammer slamming down at the rear and causing the first bullet to leave the chamber. A loud yet muffled sound enveloped the room as the first bullet left the barrel of the gun and impacted instantly into the slowly mutating thing that had once seemed to be a kind young woman. At first, Bonnie did not move at all, her lower jaw dropping far lower then any human being could accomplish. She let out a low guttural hiss, and then smoke began to escape from her throat. The smell of burning flesh and gunpowder could be smelt from her face as Daimon freed his right arm and forcefully punched the strange creature in the face, right in it's left eye.
The Bonnie monster fell backwards as she lost her grip on Daimon and fell to the floor flat on her back. The hole from the gunshot was pulsating and was excreting a thick red fluid that slowly formed a pool on the floor under her. Daimon jumped to his feet and pointed the revolver at the strange thing at his feet, standing on top of the bed mattress and breathing heavily in shock.
Bonnie's eyes rolled impossibly in random directions in her sockets and then fell to rest locked on Daimon pointing the firearm at her. Her lower jaw raised back and fitted into place once more, with a loud cracking sound. She smiled and then moved her left hand to the bullet wound on her ruptured stomach. "Well Daimon, your not that bad. I must commend you." She shoved her entire left hand into her stomach, more blood and gore squirting from the wound as she then dug out the used bullet and showed it to Daimon, who backed up a bit and fell against the wall as he saw her do it. Her hand was covered in her own blood, and she held the small metallic object between her index finger and middle finger. "I believe this is yours." She tossed it at him, and the bullet slapped against his chest and fell to the blue and white covers at his feet.
Daimon narrowed his eyes and instead of being frightened any longer, he found himself place a wicked smile across his face, just like he used to when he was still a hit man. "I see, so you can take a single bullet quite well then. How about five more?' He smiled, shrugged, and then began to quickly pull the trigger to the revolver repeatedly, the shots ringing in the room and shaking his arm from recoil.
Bonnie sat up at was climbing onto the bed when Daimon began to fire at her. The first round smacked Bonnie in her left shoulder, the metal bullet ripping her flesh clean off and shattering her collar bone from the impact. She jerked backwards a bit as her blood spattered behind her and went all over the television screen. The second round from the revolver struck Bonnie in her left breast, the impact creating a blossom of scarlet on her shirt, and her breast seemed to cave in from the force of it. This shot forced her to rock backwards and lose her footing on her right foot, almost knocking her over into the wooden door. The last few rounds that were fired struck Bonnie in her lower abdomen and her legs. Her left kneecap was torn off from the blast, the bullet traveling passed her body and into the wall where it caused the plaster to explode into white powder and dust. Her right leg was struck in the thigh, making Bonnie turn 360 degrees around and as she fell the last round struck her in her lower back and blood sprayed on Daimon's coat and pants. She fell over then as the last round was fired and fell flat on her face in a heap of blood and smoking meat.
Daimon raised an eyebrow as he stared at the corpse on the floor, the large amounts of blood seeping deep into the once-clean off white carpet, turning it a crimson red as the blood continued to flow. "Well bitch, I hope you have a nice trip to hell." Daimon said as he flicked the release on the revolver and emptied the casings on the bed mattress. He shook his head as he began to reload the pistol; taking some extra shells he had in his extra coat pocket on the side parallel to his gun strap inset. "I don't know who sent you after me, but you must be an assassin or something. Shit, and I was starting to like in New York too." He slapped the weapon together again and pulled the hammer back. He jumped down from the bed and then kicked the corpse with his right foot. It shuddered a bit, but remained still and lifeless. "I have no idea how you began to change your shape." He started. "But then again, maybe you simply drugged me at the bar with something. I knew I felt funny for some reason." He shook his head, the pain in his body still evident.
As Daimon began to clean up the mess as fast as he could with towels and whatever else he could find, he failed to notice Bonnie's eyes fluctuate and move around in her head. The bloodshot eyes then narrowed and changed into what appeared to be cat-like eyes.
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May 22nd, Budget Motel
"Don't be so sheepish" Bonnie told Daimon as he seemed to be very nervous when he first stepped into the motel room. The room appeared to be an average one-bedroom room with white walls and a large mirror above the sink to the far left wall. The bed was made nicely, with blue and white covers and white covered pillows at the head. Against the wall closest to Daimon was a nineteen-inch television set that received free HBO. Bonnie smiled at her taller guest and sat down slowly on the foot of the bed, her grin striking across her face almost seemingly diabolical. "How about you sit over here next to me Daimon and tell me some more about yourself." She winked at Daimon, which made the Japanese native shiver a bit.
"Alright, I guess some innocent conversation can't really hurt." Daimon said as he walked slowly over to the bed and sat down next to Bonnie, his brow showing signs of condensation, as he was strangely nervous for unknown reasons. He sat down next to her and sighed, then looked into her face and smiled back uneasily.
"Don't be so nervous," she told him nicely. "I'm not going to bite you if you don't want me to. I just wanted to speak with you a bit." Daimon gulped, letting some saliva go down his throat. "Thanks, that's very reassuring, especially considering my girlfriend has no idea where I'm at right now." At the mention of Daimon having a girlfriend, Bonnie's eyes narrowed and her lips parted into an evil smile. "I didn't know you were taken." Daimon nodded in comply with her and found himself tugging nervously at the pockets of his jeans. "So," he said, still smiling. "What is it you wanted to know about me Bonnie?"
The young woman scooted closer to her male companion, making the covers at the end of the bed shuffle slightly towards her. "I want to know why you are in America, and why you have those scars on your fingers." She pointed to Daimon's tanned hands, and he brought them up to his face to reveal mottled scars on the fingertips, a cruel reminder of the past. "The reason I have these scars is a very personal question Bonnie." He narrowed his eyes at her and thinned his lips. There was a long pause, and then Bonnie brought her left arm around Daimon's waist. "It's alright, I wont tell anyone." As she said these words, Daimon found himself unable to control his thoughts, and he began to talk and spill out his past to this woman he had just met, as if he were under a spell.
"These scars on my fingers," he began. "These are actually deep calluses from pulling a trigger way too often." He made a fake gun with his right hand and placed it against his forehead. He then turned to face her, a small smile formed across his face. "Oh I see, so you were a police officer then?" Bonnie asked, now overly excited and curious about Daimon's story. "Daimon shook his head. "No, I wasn't a cop, I was a cleaner actually." Not knowing how she would handle such a shady thing as confessing to be a hit man, Daimon found himself unable to look at Bonnie and another long pause started between them. Bonnie did not say anything, but instead continued to stare at Daimon with her enchanting eyes. Finding this staring to be creepy, Daimon scooted a bit farther away from her and looked at his feet.
"When I was seventeen years old, my parents were in a deep and unsettling debt with a local loan shark. We didn't have any money to pay the loan shark back, as my father was the poor owner of a karaoke bar that was slowly going nowhere. In order to try and help my family out, I turned to a life of crime and started running errands for Yakuza." He slowly raised his head and looked out the window to see that it had begun to rain. "Before I knew it, I was twenty years old and I was in charge of shutting people up who didn't pay the Yakuza back." He turned his head back to meet Bonnie's eyes, her face looking exactly like it did moments before, as if she never blinked or moved at all. "I had become what I had originally wanted to destroy, I had become just like that loan shark that wanted money from my father. I hated my life." He found a tear fall from his right eye and down his cheek. Boonie scooted closer to him once more and placed a finger to his face. Daimon shivered openly and she felt his body shake under her touch. She wiped the tear away and rubbed it on the bed. "How many people have you killed Daimon?" She asked him in that same, sweet and tantalizing voice that he was now used to. "I, I don't remember. But I do know that I have killed a lot of them." He looked back at the floor and blinked his eyes closed tightly; opening them to release more tears. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't be speaking about such things in the presence of a lady, and I should be ashamed of myself."
To Daimon's surprise, Bonnie wrapped her arms around him and smiled evilly at his face. "No need to apologize Daimon, murderous intent and violence only make the blood taste sweeter." She licked her lips, her tongue seeming to be impossibly long for a human being. Daimon's eyes widened in surprise and he began to panic. Her grip tightened on his back. "I, I thought you said we didn't have to do anything." He whined at her as he then thought maybe Bonnie wanted a little sexual playtime even after it was agreed to not happen like that.
"I said you didn't have to Daimon." She licked her lips once more, thick gelatin-like saliva spreading across her face. "But I can't let a tasty sacrifice such as you get away from me. Now hold still, this may hurt a little at first, but then it will all be over." She began to laugh maniacally at her own words. Daimon didn't know what to do. He was scared now, panicking, and above all else, he was being held by a very strong woman whom he knew nothing about. Knowing that he was probably going to fall victim to a freak of some sort, Daimon attempted to reach into his inner coat pocket where he always held a 38 caliber revolver just in case someone tried to mug him. Bonnie tightened her hold even more around him, and Daimon let out a small cry as he felt his bones in his upper torso begin to falter from constriction. He desperately moved his hand into his coat and felt the handle of the pistol inside. He yanked the firearm free, just as he looked up to see Bonnie's lower jaw disconnect and her teeth elongate menacingly.
"What the hell!?" Diamon yelled as he shoved the short barrel of the revolver hard into Bonnie's stomach and pulled the trigger, the hammer slamming down at the rear and causing the first bullet to leave the chamber. A loud yet muffled sound enveloped the room as the first bullet left the barrel of the gun and impacted instantly into the slowly mutating thing that had once seemed to be a kind young woman. At first, Bonnie did not move at all, her lower jaw dropping far lower then any human being could accomplish. She let out a low guttural hiss, and then smoke began to escape from her throat. The smell of burning flesh and gunpowder could be smelt from her face as Daimon freed his right arm and forcefully punched the strange creature in the face, right in it's left eye.
The Bonnie monster fell backwards as she lost her grip on Daimon and fell to the floor flat on her back. The hole from the gunshot was pulsating and was excreting a thick red fluid that slowly formed a pool on the floor under her. Daimon jumped to his feet and pointed the revolver at the strange thing at his feet, standing on top of the bed mattress and breathing heavily in shock.
Bonnie's eyes rolled impossibly in random directions in her sockets and then fell to rest locked on Daimon pointing the firearm at her. Her lower jaw raised back and fitted into place once more, with a loud cracking sound. She smiled and then moved her left hand to the bullet wound on her ruptured stomach. "Well Daimon, your not that bad. I must commend you." She shoved her entire left hand into her stomach, more blood and gore squirting from the wound as she then dug out the used bullet and showed it to Daimon, who backed up a bit and fell against the wall as he saw her do it. Her hand was covered in her own blood, and she held the small metallic object between her index finger and middle finger. "I believe this is yours." She tossed it at him, and the bullet slapped against his chest and fell to the blue and white covers at his feet.
Daimon narrowed his eyes and instead of being frightened any longer, he found himself place a wicked smile across his face, just like he used to when he was still a hit man. "I see, so you can take a single bullet quite well then. How about five more?' He smiled, shrugged, and then began to quickly pull the trigger to the revolver repeatedly, the shots ringing in the room and shaking his arm from recoil.
Bonnie sat up at was climbing onto the bed when Daimon began to fire at her. The first round smacked Bonnie in her left shoulder, the metal bullet ripping her flesh clean off and shattering her collar bone from the impact. She jerked backwards a bit as her blood spattered behind her and went all over the television screen. The second round from the revolver struck Bonnie in her left breast, the impact creating a blossom of scarlet on her shirt, and her breast seemed to cave in from the force of it. This shot forced her to rock backwards and lose her footing on her right foot, almost knocking her over into the wooden door. The last few rounds that were fired struck Bonnie in her lower abdomen and her legs. Her left kneecap was torn off from the blast, the bullet traveling passed her body and into the wall where it caused the plaster to explode into white powder and dust. Her right leg was struck in the thigh, making Bonnie turn 360 degrees around and as she fell the last round struck her in her lower back and blood sprayed on Daimon's coat and pants. She fell over then as the last round was fired and fell flat on her face in a heap of blood and smoking meat.
Daimon raised an eyebrow as he stared at the corpse on the floor, the large amounts of blood seeping deep into the once-clean off white carpet, turning it a crimson red as the blood continued to flow. "Well bitch, I hope you have a nice trip to hell." Daimon said as he flicked the release on the revolver and emptied the casings on the bed mattress. He shook his head as he began to reload the pistol; taking some extra shells he had in his extra coat pocket on the side parallel to his gun strap inset. "I don't know who sent you after me, but you must be an assassin or something. Shit, and I was starting to like in New York too." He slapped the weapon together again and pulled the hammer back. He jumped down from the bed and then kicked the corpse with his right foot. It shuddered a bit, but remained still and lifeless. "I have no idea how you began to change your shape." He started. "But then again, maybe you simply drugged me at the bar with something. I knew I felt funny for some reason." He shook his head, the pain in his body still evident.
As Daimon began to clean up the mess as fast as he could with towels and whatever else he could find, he failed to notice Bonnie's eyes fluctuate and move around in her head. The bloodshot eyes then narrowed and changed into what appeared to be cat-like eyes.