Here Comes The Bride

A Kill Bill Fan-Fiction by Sassy Lil Scorpio

Disclaimer: All characters and names written in this story are the property of Quentin Tarantino. The author makes no claim of ownership. No monetary gain is being made from this work.

Rating: T or PG-13 for language.

Dedication: For Bloody Satisfaction and MoneyPenny1979 for being an inspiration by writing amazing Kill Bill fan-fictions that really get to the heart of the characters in Quentin Tarantino's cinematic masterpiece. This story is especially dedicated to Tanisha who knows I'm obssessed with writing fan-fiction and supports my passion. I love you!

Dearly beloved, avenge not yourselves, but rather give place unto wrath:for it is written, Vengeance is mine; I will repay, saith the Lord.

Romans 12:19 from The Holy Bible

Prologue

"And I want them all to know…they'll all soon be as dead as O-Ren."

Those were the last words Sofie Fatale heard before Beatrix Kiddo, clad in her yellow tracksuit, hauled her out the car and tossed her down a steep hill off the side of the road. She bumbled down, the cold snow stinging her open bloody wounds, raw stumps where her arms used to be. Kiddo had sliced off her other arm effortlessly and now as she promised, Sofie missed it. From there, Sofie had answered all her questions in a hushed voice, her words stumbling as she stuttered and half-sobbed in pure fear and total pain.

Before Beatrix had tossed her out like a sack of rotten potatoes, Sofie had looked up at her, her vision blurring from losing so much blood. Even though she wore a helmet, Beatrix's furious blue eyes shown through and the stark hatred in her voice made Sofie's blood frigid cold. Colder than the snow that stabbed the bloody stumps like icicles.

She thought her body would never stop flipping over and her head felt like someone—Beatrix most likely— smacked a wooden bat against it. The horror of having no arms finally consumed her as she was unable to break or stop the fall. Dizzy, Sofie fought off the threatening nausea that quickly overwhelmed her, making her choke on her own saliva, as she spun faster and finally struck the pavement, her head and body hitting the concrete. Her body rolled over once more and slowly stopped.

Blinking through her tears of humiliation, Sofie realized that Beatrix, in her warped version of mercy, had dropped her off at a hospital.

From far away, she heard male voices speaking in rapid Japanese. Three male nurses on their smoking break rushed over, surrounding her and checking to see what happened. She could smell traces of their smoke on their white uniforms. Before her vision blurred and finally blackened, Sofie hoped there was a God out there who would send Beatrix Kiddo, that stupid blonde, into an everlasting burning hell…