Kill Giovanni

CodyJ

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    This fic is based of the popular Kill Bill movies. I watched tehm the other day and I got to thinking, this would be really cooL! So I'm dulling down the language, but this story might get on the violent side. So beware!!! But here goes!

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    KILL GIOVANNI

    PROLOGUE

    Heavy breathing. In and out, in and out.

    A woman lay on the floor, mangled, beaten, burned, cut. Footsteps approaching. She looked about, frantically taking in all that had just happened. Wedding, love, fear, destruction, life, death. She saw all those around her. A tall man with tan skin, eyes slanted, hair spiked, Brock. A shorter red headed girl, nervous, jumpy, Misty. A broader man, camouflage, yellow hair, Surge. A serene woman, black hair, green kimono, Erika. A dark looking woman, black hair, wise eyes, Sabrina. A skinny man, dark hair, stealthy, Koga. An old man, white mustache, black glasses, Blaine. And finally…

    Footsteps came closer, approaching from the back of the room. She tried to move. A foot clamped her down against the wooden floors made warm by her blood. The foot belonged to a Nidoking. The other's all had a pokemon. She counted; Onix, Starmie, Raichu, Vileplume, Alakazam, Arbok, Arcanine, and the foot that clamped her to the ground, Nidoking.

    Heavy breathing. In and out, in and out.

    Footsteps stopped, so close. A cloth was brought to her face. A handkerchief. Letters were etched in the corner, soon to be covered up by thick red blood.

    A voice. "Now, Nidoking, no need to crush her. Ease up a bit." The foot lifted and let her free. She felt the pressure on her pregnant stomach let up, the baby feeling better…no kicking. She ran her hands over her stomach quickly, hoping for a feel, a touch, a kick, anything. Baby?

    The voice again. Dark, sadistic, rough, crass, unbearable. "Now, now, _______." He said, wiping more blood from the girl's face. "Do you find me sadistic?" He asked seductively, his gravely voice deepening, adding an almost ungodly tone. Another wipe of the handkerchief. A glob of crusty blood fell from the handkerchief and made a plop noise on the wood. "You should know me well enough to know that there is nothing sadistic in my actions." The handkerchief retreated.

    Heavy breathing. In and out, in and out.

    The woman tried to move again, tried to sit up, tried to cry, tried to anything, only to receive an angry growl from that awe inspiring Nidoking. She looked about again, seeing everyone that was around her, all seven, and then the eighth. She looked deep into number eight's eyes. Giovanni…

    Her eyes shifted, looking down the line. She counted down the order of which she would get her revenge. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven…and eight. She saw the visions play in her mind, then she'd rewind the tape and play them again. She would find them all and pay them back, for everyone. Her friends, laid beside her, lifeless. Her fiancee, sprawled across a pew, lifeless. The organ player, pieces of him scattered across the keys, lifeless. The minister and his wife, hand in hand on the altar, lifeless. Herself, halfway down the central aisle, half alive, half dead, almost dead.

    Heavy breathing. In and out, in and out.

    The clothe returned to her face, cold, damp. A dark voice, number eight, the very last on the list. "You should know better than anyone, ________, that there is nothing sadistic about my actions." The handkerchief disappeared again, once white and clean, now dark red and crusty.

    A gun was cocked. Eyes met. Giovanni looked down at her with callous eyes and a cold frame. She tried to find even an ounce of sympathy, finding none. The gun was pointed at her forehead, then tilted to the side, towards her temple. Her figure turned cold like a sheet of fresh, new metal.

    "Giovanni, it's your ba-" The gun, fired. The clock, set. The calendar, marked. The hit-list, written. The decision, made. The coma, induced. The echo, resounded. The hatred, planted. The baby, stolen. The vengeance, born. The story, began.

    Revenge is a dish best served cold.

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    What did you think? This chapter was shorter only because it was the prologue. This fic is going to go a tad differently than the movie, only because instead of four snakes that she has to go after, there are seven, not including Giovanni. So, we'll see how it goes...
     
    Ok, here is the next installment of my fanfic. I hope you like it!

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    KILL GIOVANNI

    CHAPTER ONE: SLEEP AND ASSASSINATION

    There she lay. Blonde hair. Blue eyes shut. A punctiliously made hospital bed. She made a perfect little picture, laying there. Tiny puffs of breath wisped out of her nostrils. Her chest moved up and down continuously. Her arms stuck at her sides above the sheets, immobile. Her hair spread out over her shoulders and the pillow supporting her head; nice, combed, blonde.

    Foot steps. High heels made a beat as they clacked against the ground. Legs strutted, a dark woman, long black hair, dark eyes. She walked down the hall towards the room housing _______. She wore a skimpy nurse's outfit. Her lips twisted and began to whistle a particularly shrill tune. The woman stepped aside into a little closet and began getting her materials ready. A little wheeled cart found inside the closet, just as Giovanni had said. Slick white gloves, no finger prints. A small red napkin, cleaning up the mess. A pokeball, housing Koga's Arbok. Why did she have it? Koga was too ashamed to do it himself. "The little dork…" She muttered to herself as she let the Arbok loose in the closet, soon realizing that the snake was a lot bigger than anticipated.

    "Arrrrrrbok!" The snake pokemon hissed, irritated. The woman, ignored it's hisses of discontent and instead ordered it to give her some of it's poison. "Spit some Toxic in this vial, Arbok"

    Nurses and doctors walked by outside the hallway, occasionally stopping to investigate the noise, only to scurry away at the sound of the deadly Arbok's hissing.

    "That's good. She wont even know what hit her, the little whore." The woman put Arbok back into it's pokeball and left the closet, her cart in tow. After she was down the hall, Officer Jenny ran onto the scene. She quickly and carefully threw open the closet door, tranquilizers at the ready. Seeing that there was nothing there, Jenny went back down to the lobby to report a false alarm.

    The dark haired woman laughed to herself. "Amateurs…" She found the room number she had been told by Giovanni and entered inconspicuously.

    _______ lay there, right in front of the dark looking woman. She sneered at how easy this was going to be. The dark woman approached the unconscious girl and began to speak in an ominous manner. "You know, I never liked you. I never ever liked you, in fact, I despise you. But don't get the wrong idea, that doesn't mean I didn't respect you." She slowly inserted the needle of the poison filled syringe and took a moment to take in the whole situation. "You know…You should consider yourself lucky. Most of us humans are not given the gift of a peaceful death. So here it is, my gift to you." As she returned her attention to killing her former teammate, her cell phone rang. She gave a frustrated sigh and dropped the needle onto her little cart and answered her telephone.

    "Hello?" She said, annoyed.

    "Hello there, Sabrina. Have you finished yet?"

    "No. She sitting in front of me right now."

    "How does she look?"

    "She's in a coma."

    "Don't kill her."

    "But, Giovanni! Why? You don't owe her ****!"

    "Keep your voice down!"

    "You don't owe her anything."

    Giovanni gave an annoyed sigh from the other end of the phone. "Listen, if we kill her now, we will be nothing but killing rats. Now we don't want to lower ourselves for her do we?"

    "No…"

    "So come back home. We'll deal with her later."

    "Ok…"

    Sabrina turned violently towards the blonde siren laying the bed before her. "You lucky you little…humph." She gathered her stuff and began to leave, but before she left, she turned back to the blonde girl. "Think on this, _________, if you ever wake up, I'll make you wish like you'd never been born."

    She then opened to door, continued her whistling, and exited the hospital, completely unnoticed.

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    That was the first chapter. If you liked it, please tell me, so I'll know if I'm doing good or not, all criticism is welcomed!
     
    Like the Kill Bill Movies, they are out of order, so trying to follow suit, I have done the same, but I hope that they are still easy to follow, if not, just let me know. Her goes Chapter three!

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    KILL GIOVANNI

    CHAPTER 3: MISTY DOWN THE LANE


    A bright yellow pick up truck sat idling in front of a quaint little pink house. _________ sat in the driver's seat staring at the home with angry eyes. She could see someone moving on the inside, a girl with read hair. She remembered the little water princess from that day in the chapel. How she had used her Starmie to reak destruction upon her finacee and her friends, all for pure enjoyment.

    _________ sat in the truck watching, waiting to make a move. Anticipating the excitement of the struggle for survival. There were six pokeballs lining her belt, the six that would lead to her old team member's demise. Hattori Hanzo had given them to her previously, they were perfect for the job.

    The revenge seeking woman turned the truck off and began to make her way over the front lawn, a few child play toys spread across the freshly mowed grass. A Starmie…, she thought. What would be good against a Starmie. She eyed her pokemon. A fire-type, Rapidash A water-type, Golduck. A grass-type, Victreebel. An electric-type, Jolteon. A ground-type, Marowak. And a psychic-type, Mr. Mime. The choice is between Victreebel and Jolteon. She unhitched a pokeball from her belt and held it in her hand, Jolteon will do nicely. A list was pulled out of her pocket, she held it and studied it carefully. This was victim number two, not victim, this was revenge. Brock had put up quite a fight, but in the end, he wasn't tough enough.

    _________ knocked on the front door. There was patter of foot steps as the young woman approached to answer. As soon as the door was opened, the two locked eyes, and attacked.

    "Go Starmie! Tear her apart with a rapid spin!"

    "Jolteon! Take down that Starmie with a thunderbolt!"

    Misty's eyes widened in shock. "A Jolteon!?" She watched in horror as her prized pokemon was shot down like a bird in hunting season. The flash from _________'s Jolteon was brilliant, almost beautiful, in a creepy sort of way. The Starmie flopped to the ground, the red ruby in the center loosing it's glow. Misty turned her head to her enemy. "That was an impressive show."

    ____________ began walking slowly towards Misty in order to make the final blow. "It was pretty hard to find you." The Jolteon was getting antsy, jerky, ready to attack. Misty just needed to get to her other pokemon, then she could fight attack, but as of now, she was powerless. The walls had a bit of a charred color to them now, because of Jolteon, and there were some broken glass on the floor. Misty just kept on backing up towards the kitchen, where she helf her most powerful pokemon.

    "Well, it was nice seeing you again. But I have a busy schedule, so let's make this quick." The Jolteon got a yellow glow around it as it began to charge its thunder attack. But before the shock could be released, a yellow school bus was seen from the outside. Misty's eyes grew wider still. A little girl with bright red hair in bouncy pigtails came skipping out of the yellow vehicle and towards the small house. _________ saw her and then turned her attention towards Misty again to finish, and only saw pleading eyes. The Jolteon was quickly returned to it's pokeball as the door opened and the little girl entered the living room in a bit of a shock.

    "What happened mommy?" The little girl asked with big eyes and an open mouth.

    "Well… You know that damn Psyduck of yours? He got out and ran a muck all over my living room." The two adult enemies both began laughing in order to make it seem more real.

    "Oh…who are you?" The girl asked, looking at ___________.
    "This is ________, we used to work together, we go way back. _______, this is my daughter, Nikki. Now go upstairs and let us talk for a while, ok?"

    The little girl skipped away to her room, leaving the two adults in an awkward silence. Misty turned to her old team mate. "Do you want some coffee?" The older woman nodded and they retired to the kitchen, just as Misty had planned. Gathering materials, the red haired girl's heart rate slowly decreased and she let herself seem more natural and unafraid.

    "Do you still take it with cream and sugar?"

    "Yeah."

    "So…" Misty tried to think of a comfortable topic to ease the transformation form battle to speech, but was only left with an awkward silence as she prepared to cups of cheap, grocery store brand coffee.

    "Look," the redhead began, "I know I screwed you over real bad. I know I did, and there isn't a day that goes by where I don't wish to God that I hadn't…but I did. Now I know that you probably want to kill me, but I beseech you on behalf of my daughter!" She held a picture of the previously mentioned little girl to __________'s face, who returned with a grunt.

    "You little slut. Don't even go there! If I wanted to get even with you, I'd have to kill you. Go on up to Nikki's room, kill her. Then wait for your husband to get home, then kill him. That would be just about even. That would be square."

    "Fine. When do you want to do this?"

    "That depends. When do you want to die? Tomorrow? The next day?"

    "How about tonight?"

    "Swell."

    "There is a little league baseball diamond about a half a mile away from here. I coach Nikki's softball team there every Friday. Meet there at midnight, all in black, your yellow hair in a stocking and we'll have ourselves a pokemon battle."

    "Giovanni always said that you were the best person he'd seen with a water type pokemon."

    "Oh, shut it. Now…I have to make Nikki's cereal, so if you don't mind." Misty turned away from _______ and began busily preparing a bowl of Lucky Charms for her daughter, which really held a secret pokemon in case of a situation like this one.

    "What were you? A normal type gym leader?"

    "Well, I used to be, but that was before everything happened, now I'm a jack of all trades."

    "Well," Misty said reaching down into the cereal box and gripping a poke ball, "that is just perfect now isn't it!" Misty whipped around and threw the ball into the center of the kitchen. A giant Gyarados roared out from the ball, breaking the ceiling of the house and cracking the walls in order to house it's enormous girth.

    "Dragon breath! Now!"

    A powerful blue flame was blasted at _________. She rolled quickly into the next room, nearly being scorched by the powerful attack. She reacted quickly by releasing her Jolteon.
    "Pin missile! Aim it at Misty's heart!"

    The Jolteon growled in pleasure as it shot multiple large spikes from it's back. Misty's eyes grew huge in shock as she saw her death shooting straight for her. She tried to shout out a call, but it was too late. Three large pins stuck straight out from her chest, the rest sticking the her legs arms, and one in her neck, or scattered around the cupboards and walls. Blood trickled out her mouth as she fell to the ground, giving one last little sigh in disbelief. The Gyarados was stunned by the loss of it's master and didn't know what to do, so it just awkwardly sat there looking back and forth from Misty to ________.

    Jolteon was returned to it's pokeball then _________ grabbed the Gyarados's pokeball and returned him to it as well. Then she went and stood over her fallen enemy's body. As she turned to leave she caught the sight of Nikki in the corner of her eye. The tall woman turned to Nikki and looked straight into her horrified eyes, not blinking.

    "It was not my intention to do this in front of you. But your mother had it coming. When you grow up, and you still feel sore about this, come find me, I'll be waiting."

    _________ stood up and left the room, the house almost completely totaled. She exited via the front door and made her way to her truck, started the engine, and sat there. She reached into her pocket and pulled out her home made hit list. There was already one name crossed out, Brock. She pulled out a large red permanent marker and marked down the second name on the list, Misty. She put her truck in gear, then drove away, satisfied.

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    What did you think? Let me know! The good and the bad are both much appreciated! Thanks much!
     
    Does anyone even like this story? If not, I don't see a point in continuing it any further. I hope I didn't do a bad job...oh...shoot.
     
    How dare you all want to kill me! i shall kill you all!
    NOW CALM DOWN NED IDLY DIDLY DIDLY!
    :S
    Y kill Giovanni, Why not kill Amachi?
    XD

    Giovanni.
     
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    why you wanne kill all, don't proceed, it's a bad thing ^^
     
    Oh, ok. Well, I'll get right on a new chapter then. Thanks for the input...and I'd prefer if Mr. Boss Giovanni didn't kill anything...cause then it might get a little messy.
     
    This fic is told through flashback, so most of the events will be out of order, so I hope that you can still follow me. Sorry about my absence as well, its been a while.

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    KILL GIOVANNI

    CHAPTER 4: THE ONE THEY CALL BILL

    "Ha! This is Nugget Bridge!" A small little boy scout like boy cooed at the tall girl dressed completely in a yellow colored leather get-up. "To get passed you must beat all five of us! I'm the first! You wont even dream of getting to all of the others because I am going to stomp you into the ground!"

    _______ laughed at the small boy in front of her, standing there with such authority. "Alright, let's hope you are up to the challenge!"

    That was five people ago. She had beaten everyone on the bridge, until she found herself at the last one, hardly a scratch on her or her pokemon. "You konw..." Said the man in front of her, with an eerie almost conspicuous Team Rocket outfit on. "We could really use a person like you on our team. The way you handled yourself on the battle field was unparalleled!"

    "If it is so unparalleled, then what place would you be, hmm?"

    The man got a flustered look. "Why, I'd lead of course! A girl? In charge? Maybe in Celadon!"

    ________ was irritated by this. Who does this guy think he is? She felt her fist clench around her pokeball. But instead she decided to just pass him by.

    "Hey! Where do you think you are going?"

    "I'm leaving? Have a problem?"

    "I'm afraid that you haven't really understood me."

    "Excuse me?"

    "You joining my team wasn't a question! You will join me wether you like it or-" His voice was cut short by a quick attack to the stomach by a Jolteon. The man fell to the ground with a rough grunt. As he curled up on the ground, he brought his hands to his stomach and pulled a pin that had stuck itself into his gut. The paralizing effect of Jolteon's spikes soon took effect and he seized up and fainted.

    "Hmph. A real leader." _________ turned her back on the scene and continued on her way to Bill's house. She knew of him, and she was sure that he knew of her. As she approached a little cottage on the edge of the plain, a man was oustide playing with a rather impressive Seaking popping up out of a lake. He held a bit of food in front of it's mouth, then with a flick of his hand the Seaking dove away out of sight. As ________ began to wonder where it had gone, the center of the small lake began to glow a brilliant dark blue. Then, as quickly as it had disappeared the Seaking shot out of the water, a huge trail of moisture spraying up from the pond. The water soon formed into one of the most intimidating watefall attacks she had ever seen. The pond seemed to drain almost to the point of a swamp as it rose up and swirled around the glorious Seaking. Then it came crashing down with an epic plunge back down towards the emptying bowl. The water errupted with huge sprays left and right as it readjusted to being back in it's home.

    _________ stood in awe at the almost heavenly experience, she didn't even notice the man approaching her.

    "I see that you have found my little home here!"

    _________ snapped out of her trance to greet the man standing in front of her. "Uhm, Hi. I'm sorry to just sneak up on you like this...but I am in need of your help."

    "Oh, really? Well, allow me to introduce myself, my name Bill."

    "Oh, yes. Sorry, my name is __________."

    Bill gave a little bit of a curious look to her, but then shook it off as soon as it had come. "Well, do come in. I'm sure that I can be of some assistance."

    As she entered the quaint little cottage, she came to see the wonders of how much techology had changed while she was in her coma. Even though it had only been four years, it seemed as if a strange science-fiction trance had come upon her.

    "Well, what is it that you need?"

    "Uhm...I am in need to take care of a rat."

    "So...you need a pokemon? If that is the case I don't sell pokemon anymore, I keep all of mine for personal reason."

    "You don't understand. This rat in particular...is a very, very big rat. I think you know what I am talking about."

    Bill gave a long sigh and plopped himself down in a large chair. "So it is you then."

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    I hope that it was ok. If now be sure to tell me! All criticism is very, very welcome! Thanks for reading!
     
    short, but interesting. I'll be waiting for more.
     
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