Chapter 2: Crashing Planes and Mysterious Blondes
Roaring down the road like a charging horse, was Enzo's beaten up red cruiser with its two occupants chatting away. Legs propped up and back arched, Bayonetta looked eerily like a mischievous black cat, but instead of nipping away at milk she was nipping at her favorite rose candy.
"What a day! I'm screwed! It's gonna take every cent I earned on this charade to pay for the damage... I tell you what, if I could see them bastards that did this to my car, fuggetaboutit!" Enzo could only try to fix the car, but his efforts only worsened the car's quality after his mirror fell off.
Bayonetta almost felt sorry. It was a nice car after all. Her pity turned to mild annoyance after Enzo almost caused numerous accidents from not paying attention to the road during his rant.
"Enzo. The road? Pay attention, dear." She said sweetly, forcing Enzo's face back onto the road and saving them, or rather him from a collision with another car.
It'd take more than a measly car crash to kill a witch like Bayonetta.
"How can you be so calm!? You're still getting screwed in all this, too! Of all the lowlife scum in too deep in this town, I've never seen one get wrapped up in a fight with God's messengers. Dressed like a nun, too. When you end up in the afterlife, that's not going to be pretty!"
Aww, he was still upset about her putting his life in danger.
When will Enzo learn, imminent death was a part of the job description. Along with sexy outfits and kinky toys. Anything else just wouldn't be Bayonetta's style.
"20 years ago, you woke up stuck in a casket at the bottom of a lake. All you can remember is that you're a witch. But now you're stuck, because you've gotta sacrifice out halo-wearing friends everyday or they'll drag your ass back down to hell. I know I thought I got screwed, but bein' forced to slap around the divine for a livin'? That's really getting screwed!"
The reminder of my amnesia brought an instant scowl to her face.
"If I needed a biographer, you wouldn't be my first choice. I see to the funeral, you get me the information I asked for. That was our deal."
Not knowing who she was or where she came from, bothered Bayonetta deeply, but so far she couldn't find any clues to her forgotten past.
Who knew? She could probably have a family just waiting for her in some mysterious place.
The only thing Bayonetta really knew was that she had to fight the Angels that would appear before her. Something inside of the witch just wanted to destroy them. To hurt them. Perhaps in another life those creatures wronged Bayonetta and her desire for revenge carried over.
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.
"Come on now! Look at my poor car! I'm working for free after this. At least let me get a drink at Rodin's before you start drilling me. The info I got is good. It's gonna get you close to finding the other stone in the pair, and figuring out some of that lost past of yours. I swear. After jewels instead of cash! Just like a girl!"
Already annoyed by his previous comment, Bayonetta was ready to push the little bugger out of the car and into the road.
Before she could go ahead with that plan, Bayonetta noticed something in the rear view mirror She saw a large object coming towards the car at an incredibly fast pace. Turning around, the witch saw that the object turned out to be a bloody plane.
"Huh? What the fuck!?" Enzo screeched.
All his screaming really was going to destroy Bayonetta's hearing.
Jumping through my portal for the second time today, Bayonetta was surrounded by even more Affinities, but it wasn't the them that caught her attention.
No, the woman that was standing beneath her, or above her, whichever it was seeing as the Witch Walk defied logic. The woman was using the same magic as Bayonetta to remain on the broken plane door sailing through the air. Adding on to Bayonetta's confusion, the little bugger even fought Angels in a similar manner as her.
Dancing around them like they were amusing toys, shooting and kicking bullets everywhere, the fighting was a reflection of Bayonetta's style. The woman even used four guns! Two guns in her hands and two on her legs.
If Bayonetta weren't so annoyed right now, she might have been flattered to see another woman taking after her so much.
As the woman landed, Bayonetta finally got a look at the tart's face and what she saw shocked her.
"What's the matter, Bayonetta? All that sleeping made you soft?" The woman's voice was as silky and condescending as the twin-bun woman dressed in red from Bayonetta's dream.
The similarity caused a mild ache in Bayonetta's head.
This woman's face also looked the same as the witch from her dream. Bayonetta remembered a pale, aristocratic maiden with light blonde hair, blue eyes and high cheek bones. Her exact opposite.
Circling one another, the woman looked like they could be mirror inverted reflections. The only way to tell if they were reflection was to battle.
"Let's dance!" Bayonetta announced.
As if in sync, both woman sprang forward with their guns blazing.
How infuriating the battle was for Bayonetta! Every move she made was replicated by the woman. The woman countered every twirling kick she launched. She countered every bullet Bayonetta fired.
Bayonetta hid her irritation with an arrogant smile. "I must say this is the most fun I've had in some time."
Her comment was met with a bullet to the head instead of an answer.
"Not very chatty are we?"
As payback Bayonetta back-flipped out of the way of another bullet while shooting at the woman, using her leg guns. The move stunned the woman enough that she had backed off.
As if they needed an interruption, a flock of Affinities decided jump cut in.
Bayonetta shared a look with the woman and somehow they both came to the same conclusion.
Perhaps she wasn't a complete tart.
Together, Miss Ruby Blonde and Bayonetta demolished the cannon-fodder. Fighting beside the woman felt so natural to Bayonetta. They both just seemed to melt into a rhythm while fighting. Spinning on her heel, the black witch turned and faced her new "frenemy", intent on getting some answers. The words died in Bayonetta's throat though as a truck came hurtling between them.
As someone would expect when dealing with a mysterious assailant like Miss Ruby Blonde, she had disappeared.
Bayonetta sighed and jumped back into the mortal plane. She grabbed Enzo and threw him back into his red convertible.
"That girl..." She trailed off, frustrated with the unexpected encounter.
Thinking about Ruby Blonde brought back a fuzzy memory of being stabbed in the chest. The image gave Bayonetta a headache.
Today's trouble had worn her out. It was time for a Mysterious Drink at Rodin's.
"Drinks are on you tonight Enzo!" She proclaimed. Walking back to the car, Bayonetta resumed her original place and slouched in the passenger's seat.
"Aw what the fuck...I need a drink after today's shit!" Enzo groaned. He started the car back up and cruised back to Rodin's bar, wishing he'd just gone home early and had a normal birthday with his kids.
"You'd do well to stop acting on your own Witch." A deep voice warned.
High above on a building, stood the blonde witch and a hooded figure. With each step the man took towards the witch, he left a trail of purple and gold feathers.
"And you'd do well not to threaten me Sage!" The woman hissed. In response to his hostility, the witch raised her gun towards the sage and prepared to fire.
Before a bullet could even leave the chamber of the gun, the man suddenly appeared in front of the witch. His hand firmly wrapped around her delicate neck. The gun fell to the ground and the woman struggled to breathe.
"If it were not for my father you would be dead, rotting in the Inferno along with your demons, you filthy Witch! But fear not, very soon there shall come a day where I will have my vengeance on you. For you shall burn in a fire much hotter and brighter than any have seen." Finished with his furious rant, the sage tossed the witch into a portal he had opened.
Looking back towards the sunset, he thought of the black witch that was so close, but still out of reach. The sage brushed away one of his stray feathers.
"Hurry Bayonetta. Hurry and awaken to who you are. I don't want wait any longer..." The harshness of his tone had evaporated into a morose tremble.
The sage watched his feather be taken away by wind before entering the portal he'd created.
Below, the feather had fallen onto the ground, catching the attention of a snow-white haired man. He stopped looking into the glass window to admire the feather.
Curious, the tanned man attempted to pick the feather up, but it disintegrated just as he touched it, almost as if the feather was rejecting his presence. He waved it off as a trick of light and walked into the tattoo shop, hoping to get rid of the obnoxious hourglass birth mark on his forehead.