Revenge on Peace
Nikki looks at B.B and gives her the all-clear signal before sneaking around the other side of the house. There is only one last thing to take care of before she can hang up the master sword and now, a brand new shiny revolver pistol as well. Maybe B.B is more of an influence on her life then she realizes...
Nikki stands up and looks through the window. One man is in the kitchen and three others are at the table playing poker. If what Nikki has learned from others who have dealt with the vile gangsters, there are now five. There used to be eight, but a kid killed three of them. A kid that Nikki gave her heart to. The head boss stays in his office and the others are simply his guards. Apparently, the boss man has a huge reputation to uphold. The same reputation that Nikki is about to destroy.
She continues around to the very back of the small house. She sits next to B.B. "Four are in the kitchen. That means the boss must be here. Can you handle them?"
B.B cocks both her guns and wiggles are eyebrows. "I'll give them a show they will never forget."
Nikki rolls her eyes. The last thing she's going to do is worry about B.B. It's been nearly one year since their first encounter and they already knew everything about each other. Two sixteen year olds murdering together. Ironic how things turn out. "I'll get the Boss." B.B nods and goes around to the window Nikki was just at. Nikki continues on to the back door. She knows B.B will probably be more creative than her about sneaking in, but she's more anxious about getting this over with than actually having fun.
She opens the white door slowly and, ghost like, sneaks past the kitchen. The four men sit, completely oblivious, at the table. B.B is nowhere to be seen but Nikki knows once she starts to tiptoe upstairs, a commotion is bound to be heard.
She doesn't waste any more time. She moves swiftly up the stairs and down a long hall. Double cherry wood doors wait for her to approach.
Nikki kicks them down and aims her pistol while keeping her other paranoid fingers over her sword. A man behind a desk seated in a brown leather chair looks up from his papers. Nikki glares back at him. The man is Mexican with a mustache and dressed nicely in a suit. He's all ready for his own funeral.
Nikki points the gun at his head. He lifts up his hands smoothly. "What do you want?"
"Do you remember him?" Nikki flings a picture of Kyle on to his desk. The gangster leans over and glances at it.
He shrugs, "Maybe, maybe not."
"Ok. Well maybe you remember this." Nikki pulls out the sword and places it at his throat. He eyeballs it and Nikki is satisfied when his eyes bug out and his face pales.
"H-how-"
"This friend of mine, which I'm sure your guards told you they killed, was still alive when he got away."
"This is an outrage-" Nikki digs her sword into his throat harder, cutting his sentence off short.
Gun shots ring out from downstairs and Nikki takes that as her next cue. "See. It's just you and me now. So tell me. Now do you remember this boy?"
"You will not get away with this. My men will find you." He chokes out.
"I already did get away with this." Nikki pulls out her gun and aims it in the middle of his forehead and pulls the trigger.
"Did I miss it?" A breathless B.B barges into the office and looks at the dead body of the mobster. "Damn it! I wanted to watch the show!" She exaggerates flipping her blonde hair and hmph-ing on her way back down the stairs. Nikki grabs the picture of Kyle and slips it back into her pocket. He saw what she did. He knows why she did it and that's all that matters. That's all that ever mattered.
Nikki catches up with B.B outside and looks back at the house; the place of her final kill, the place of her final vengeance, the place that opens the gate to peace if even just a crack.