Chapter 5: Betrayed
4 years later: age 20
"Do you find me sadistic?" Shan was lying on the floor, looking up. Shan has just taken a severe spaghetti-western-style gang beating. Her face is bloody, beaten up, and torn. A hand holding a white handkerchief with the name "MIKE" sewn in the corner, and begins tenderly wiping away the blood from the young woman's face. But what can't be wiped away is the white-hot hate that shines in both eyes at the man who stands over her, the "MIKE" of the title. In another age men who shook the world for their own purposes were called conquerors. In our age, the men who shake the planet for their own power and greed are called corrupters. And of the world's corrupters Michael stands alone. For while he corrupts the world, inside himself he is pure in his own twisted way. "I bet I could fry an egg on your head about now, if I wanted to." He continues wiping away the blood. "No kiddo, I'd like to believe, even now, you're aware enough to know there isn't a trace of sadism in my actions... Okay - Maybe towards these other jokers - but not yours." Michael (from behind) bent down over her. Four others in black suits, standing over her (three are female, one is male). And about 8 dead bodies lying in their own blood. It was in a wedding chapel that's been redecorated by blood death and gunfire. Shan on the floor is dressed in a white bridal gown. This woman is our Heroine, and from this moment forth she will only be referred to as the BRIDE. "No Kiddo at this moment, this is me at my most masochistic.
The Bride speaks for the first time. She looks up at the man standing over her and says, "Michael, it's your baby." After saying the "y" in "baby", the Bride receives a bullet in the side of her head.
Now what about the other bodies you asked. Well I'll tell you. The young man in a tuxedo. Shot to death. That's Tim, Tommy's best friend. The pretty young woman in the frilly pink dress with two bullet holes in her is his girlfriend Janeen. The plump young woman, shot to death, wedding bouquet still clutched in her dead fist. That's my best friend from work Erica. The older man in the black suit shot full of holes is the minister. I think his name was Reverend Hillhouse. The dead older woman by his side in an old-fashioned flower print dress is his wife. The dead man slumped over an organ. His name is Rufus. The young man in the Tuxedo with his face blown off is Tommy. Tommy Plympton. The name on his driver's license was Charles Arthur Plympton, but for some reason he preferred Tommy. Maybe if he went by Charles people would have called him Charlie. If that was his reason for going by Tommy I can understand it. Nothing wrong with the name Charlie, except he didn't look like a Charlie, he looked like a Tommy. Obviously, you'll have to take my word on this. Speaking of names, I was about two seconds away from becoming Mrs. Charles Arthur Plympton. And then finally, the Bride on the ground is I. I'm the Bride.
But when one wants revenge, one never stays dead. Now the Bride behind the wheel of a Volkswagen Karman Ghi convertible. Her long black hair whipping in the wind. "Looked dead, didn't I? Well I wasn't, but it wasn't for lack of trying, I can tell you that. Actually, Michael's last bullet put me in a coma. A coma I was to lie in for four years. When I woke up, now 24 years old…I went on what the movie advertisements refer to as a Roaring Rampage of Revenge. Even Special Forces couldn't contain me. In fact, the quite opposite, they let the rapid animal loose to finish the job. I roared and I rampaged and I got bloody satisfaction. I've killed a lot people to get to this point right now. I have only one more. The last one. The one I'm driving to right now. The only one left. And when I arrive at my destination…I'm gonna Kill Don Michael Corleone."