Bloody Mary

  O,K, so I use to be a big shot. Well, lets rephrase that... My Daddy was a big shot, he was the most infamous mobster in all of New York. I remember sitting at home in my pool side reclining chair, getting some sun and lustfully watching the pool boys my Daddy had hired for me... Man! Now that was the life!
          As i sit back and remind myself of all the great memories, another fucking minute goes by you GODDAMN PIGS are still gulping down MY air. Greedy fucking bastards. I am coming after you... better fucking watch your backs...

                                                                                                                  ~Marilyn~

          As I write the last few words and sign it I close my eyes. I gently massage the bridge of my well defined nose.
          "Fuck you," I breathe, "Fuck you all!" I grab my gun from the dusty old desk on which i was writing and slide it into my garter belt, well hidden under my long, black cocktail dress. The elegant gown fits snug against my thin waist and gently hug my breasts. They peek out just enough to draw any mans attention. The long slit up the side of my dress allows me to walk, but in a more elegant manor than usual. As I look into the cracked mirror lazily set against the wall, I admire the dress.
          'I remember when i would dress like this almost everyday...' I think to myself as I turn and play with my walk. I go over to my old, rickety-ass bed and kneel before it as though I worship it. I slide the beaten shoe box from underneath, I pull out a short blonde wig with a ridiculous amount of curl and bounce and examine it.
          "Looks just like her," I comment as I adjust the wig upon my head and view my new reflection. This hair-do instantly changes my appearance from sexy, to flirty, cute and slutty. 'Perfect.' I hurry into my red stilettos and grab the letter from the desk and neatly fold it into a heart. As I reapply my red lipstick, I kiss the middle of the heart shaped letter, just to add some flair. I slip the letter into the tight grip of my cleavage and head out the door, bidding farewell.


        Descending down the old, creaky steps of the shallow hell hole that I now reside, the court yard is occupied by the two filthy old men that also share my residence. When their gazes rise to meet my long, slender legs as they peek out of the slit of my dress, they look pleased. They travel every inch of my body with their greedy eyes, not missing my perfect cleavage. When they finally reach my face, they look at each other and smile widely.
          "Hey! Cutie! Come ova' here will ya'?" one of them yells across the path. Just as I step off of the last step, the only sound in the whole yard is the sound of their heavy panting.
          "What do you old bastards want?" I ask inquisitively as they stand up at the offensive language.
          "Who are you? The hot babe's girlfriend? She sure has good taste, that's fo' sure!" The second old man is literally drooling from the sight of my breasts giggling as I walk. Disgusted, I keep walking away from them. Their hormones kick in, and they start to follow, slowly closing the gap.
          "Come on babe! Come ova' here for a sec'!" they plead as they push each other away to get to me first. 'I don't plan on coming back,' I think hatefully, 'no one will miss them.'
          "Hey Bitch! Get that sweet ass over here now!" They yell as the men are panting. 'Now they're pissing me off!' I decide that I need to end this, and now.
            I quickly turn around, grabbing my Python, Daddy's prize gun, and shoot 2 clean shots. Their limp bodies fall hard onto the ground. Upon closer examination, you can see the expressions of confusion and pain both contort into their wrinkled faces. As the blood from the bullet holes that forced entry into the back of their filth laden brains reach the ground, I am already gone.

   
          I smile widely as i feel the rush of the murders i just committed. I whistle for a taxi and one shortly pulls over and I pull the door open and glide in. The driver glances into the mirror and i can tell he likes what he sees.
          "Where to, Miss?" he asks with a voice that is full of lust. I roll my eyes.
          "To Tony's. Pronto, I am already late." I lazily respond as I look out the taxi window. The colors of lights and old ratchet houses pass by in a blur. As we come to a crawl at a stop sign, I see about thirty dirty, old homeless men looking suspicious. It looks like a drug deal to me. As we speed away from the scene, I notice the letter has slightly shifted its position within my cleavage. As I adjust it, I begin to think of the look on their faces when I finally get to settle things. I can just see their faces pale from blood loss and as they lay there, begging for mercy, I will only inflict more pain. I will torture the hell out of those goddamn bastards. Every last one.
          "Excuse me miss!" The taxi driver interrupts my thoughts very rudely. Now i am all hot and bothered, immensely turned on by the fact that I will get to cause so much pain.
          "We are almost here, please get Thirty dollars ready for me." he explains the cost as I pull on his ear slightly. Surprised, he jumps, almost out of his seat belt..
          "Wh-what are you do-doin!?" He yells when i whisper to him to stop the car right here. As he follows my command, I silently pull my gun from my garter belt and gently rub the other side of his face. He freezes up and instantly holds his hands up as if he was caught red handed..
          "Please! Take the money! I have a..." I rudely shut him up by placing my hands over his mouth.
          "Shhhh... I don't give a shit about your homely wife or any of your goddamn kids." I stroke the gun across his throat. I slowly let go of him, scooting back into the seat. He is gasping and shaking at the thought of the gun that was held against his neck. I place the gun behind his head as i pull his collar towards me, bringing our faces close together.
          "Please! I am so hot and bothered right now..." i whisper into his ear alluringly. His hands start to move towards my breasts as he says, "Oh why didn't you just say so?"
          'Wrong answer!' I think as I push him back and fire a bullet through his eye. The wind shield is covered with blood and the sticky, pink matter that was once his lecherous brain. His body lays limp bent backwards against the steering wheel. Ignoring it, I grab the money and step out of the car. As i check the side view mirror, my breasts are covered with blood. I slowly wipe them off and think to myself, 'God! I am so HOT right now..." I smile widely and notice that down the street is Tony's. I stand straight and slowly walk towards the sound of many people enjoying their night.


          The only sounds on this night were my heels on the side walk and the loud clamor that Tony's emits. I remember coming here every Friday night... flirting and dancing with all the single mob boys. Sometimes if they were lucky, I'd take them home with me. I shake my head, 'No!' I think. 'That will NEVER happen again. The past is now dead!' I walk up the familiar steps to the giant red french doors and I notice, as usual, the waiter slacking off. His slicked back hair was shining in the pale orange light that seeps through the windows by the doors as he steps on the cigar he was smoking. His black vest is unbuttoned and his tie loosened. He stands straight after he sees me and bows to greet me.
          "My lady," his voice booms, " May I ask if you have reserved a seat tonight?" he asks me while looking me in the eyes. I get lost in his blue eyes for a moment, but find myself snapped back into character.
          "Why yes, I have a seat for two." I reply, still looking deep into his eyes.
          "What is the name, m'am?" He winks as he pulls out his black book with the names and times of each reservation.
          "Silvia Stout." I recite to him as he checks off my fake name. He is about to open the door when i stop him.
          "Wait!" I almost yell, "Is... Vic in there?" i puke out the horrid name. I am flushed red, I hope it looks like i am blushing.
          "Yes, m'am. Can I ask why?" he implores, noticing my red face. I look up with the most innocent eyes i can muster. I retrieve the letter from my cleavage, but not without noticing his look of pleasure.
          "I have a letter," I hand him the heart shaped note as he looks down at it. "I am too shy to give it to him myself... his body guards scare me..." I look up with my playful green eyes.
          "Please give it to him... OH! But please don't tell him it was from me!" As I say this i hand him the seventy dollars that i stole from the taxi. I wink at him as he nods and opens the door and leads me to my reserved table. I see him glide across the room the the very back. 'That was once where we sat...' I bitterly spit in my head as I pretend to look at the menu. I notice him look at the letter, but not open it. He takes no interest in it at first. But later on through the night, He decides to see what this is all about. His face has a look of humor on it. But you can tell when he gets to the end, for his eyes catch a bit of a serious shimmer. He looks over to the left and then to the right.
          'Damn right... better look out.' I think as i turn away, as to not gain attention. As the night goes on, I pretend to be restless. I was suppose to have a second person at my table, but that was part of my plan. I know he cannot leave a woman in despair. I started to cry at the end of the night along with my tow untouched bowls of spaghetti sitting in front of me.
          "Are you alright, miss?" I hear his fucking annoying voice. I smile on the inside. With teary eyes, I look up. His goatee is as black as night and his brown eyes are full of worry as he sees me crying. His black hair is slicked back and in a perfect curl at the end. 'Pathetic.' I think as i begin to tear up again.
          "No! Nothing is alright!" I yell into my napkin. "My boyfriend ditched me on our one year anniversary!" I bawl into my napkin, all the while absolutely thrilled. With a look of apathy, he pulls a chair close to me and puts his arms around me. I shiver with anger. I hope he thinks its with sadness.
          "Now, now! Fret not my angel," he whispers into my ear, "I will comfort you darling." I look up at him and he smiles at me with a beautiful set of teeth. 'HOW DARE YOU FUCKING CALL ME DARLING!' I think furiously. I am bright red with anger now. I put my head on his chest and cry some more, but a lot harder. I tell him of all his short comings and how much i hate him right now. He sits there and listens patiently until i have calmed down. He lifts my head up and says to me with a devious glare in his eyes.
          "Do you want to get him back?" His eyes say it all. I have got him wrapped around my little finger. I lean in towards his face, being as sexy as I can, you know, being near this fucking pig.
          "Oh you have no idea." I whisper as i lick his lips gently. He smiles like a giddy school girl at this point. My hands grab his crotch and I feel him grow underneath my grip. 'I should just rip this off, right fucking now!' I resist my inner thoughts and play with him by rubbing his tight slacks and i quickly pull him into a deep kiss. Our tongues are feeling each other up, every inch of each others mouth is explored. He starts to grab at my breasts but I stop him there. He looks reluctant as i further the distance between our mouths and bodies.
          "Not here..." I glance around and I notice some lingering stares. Not many people are left, but the ones that are look disgusted. He notices my reluctance, So he stands up and holds out his hand. Naturally, I grab it and he leads me towards the red french doors that lead to the street. Before we get to the door, he asks me, "What is your name?" I stop and let go of his hand. I curtsy low to the ground and whisper, "Silvia Stout." I reply.


          On the ride to his place, I think to myself, 'I never thought my plan would work so well... Am i going to have to sleep with him?' i am repulsed at the thought. But then I get a great idea. I look around the corvette that he is driving and i notice he keeps glancing over at me. I wink at him, but then I pretend to get nauseous.
          "Oh god...." I whimper as he rounds the corner quickly. I hold my hand over my mouth, pretending to be car sick.
          "Whats the matter Sylvie?" He asks concerned. 'Oh god... he has nick named me now?!' i think as i keep up my act.
          "Oh I just get nauseous very easily..." I pretend to hold it back. He slows down and continues to drive when he says, "I am sorry Sylvie, I'll drive slowly for you." He says sympathetically as he pulls me against his shoulder.
          "Thank you so much..." I pause. 'If i say his name, he will know something is up.' I quickly think to myself as i pretend to be confused.
          "I'm sorry, what was your name?" I ask, meeting his shit brown eyes. He looks back at the road and he says very quietly to me, "Vic."
          "Thank you, Vic." I say as lovingly as possible. I just want to cut my tongue off right now, I can still taste the evil from his kiss. I start to really get sick. Just before I actually barf, Vic pulls into the drive way of an exquisite mansion. Pretending to be in awe, I think to myself, 'Mine was way better.'
          "Lets get you inside, m'lady." Vic opens the door for me and takes my hand. I am careful as i step out, that my gun does not peek through. As we walk up the giant marble steps, i begin to think of ways to get out of sex. Before i know it, Vic has led me to his bedroom. It is three times bigger than my ratchet apartment, it has two giant beautiful stained glass windows depicting an epic battle, most likely a real event, on either side of his luxurious canopy bed. The sheets are jet black and his amazingly embroidered covers are red as blood. There are at least twenty pillows of black and red neatly arranged on the bed, I notice out of the corner of my eye, he is starting to get undressed. 'Oh god!' I think as i quickly rush to the bathroom adjoined to his room. I quickly shove my fingers down my throat and vomit all into the beautiful porcelain toilet.
          "Oh!" I hear Vic exclaim in the other room. He quickly rushes in and starts to pat my back as i continue to vomit.
          "Perhaps we should wait on that revenge for tonight," he yells to make sure i hear him over the sound of my dinner resurfacing. 'Thank god..." I think to myself. I finish and flush the toilet. I stand up wearily, and he leads me to the sink and hands me some water and what looks like mouth wash. I thank him and clean my mouth out.
          "I am so tired, I am sorry," i apologize, "I know you really wanted me tonight..." I pretend to tear up as i cover my eyes, "I just am always messing things up..." I let the tears roll. He gently leads me to the bed and says in a sweet, clear tone,
          "Now, now, Its alright, we can always try in the morning..." he starts to rub my shoulders and i relax. He pulls the covers back and slides me under, with a kiss on the forehead, he covers me and walks into the bathroom. A few minutes later i hear the shower turn on. I take this moment to explore a bit more. I notice that he has guns stationed everywhere. I remove every one of them and hide them, so he cannot use them. I peek out the door and notice a guard leaning against the wall with his eyes closed. I peek down the hall way and see no one. 'Perfect.' i think as i sneak up on the guard, pulling the knife i had found in the room from my garter belt. I quickly and efficiently slice his throat and drag him into the room. I still hear the shower, so i decide to shove him under the bed. i grab a few towels to soak up any blood that may seep from under the bed. I hear the shower stop and i quickly jump back into bed. I close my eyes and wait.
          The door opens and all i see is steam at first seep through the door way. But then I see his figure pop out like a sore thumb. He walks over to his closet and grabs some underwear. He soon climbs into bed and scoots close to me, placing his warm hands over my waist and trails my body. I quickly take the Python out of its holder and place it under my pillow, so he does not feel it when he grazes my hip. He is feeling me up as i pretend to be awoken from my slumber.
          "Oh Vic," i moan as i put my skills to the test. I take his hands and rub his hands all over my body, starting with my face and let him explore all of the valleys and mountains of my vast land. I then slide out from under the covers and slide off my dress, very seductively. He likes what he sees and he starts to help me, but i shove him back with my foot, pretending to keep him at bay. He is only turned on even more as he starts to kiss up my leg, very slowly at first. I lean my head back and moan all the while i have been sliding my hand under my pillow to retrieve my Python. I grab it and make sure he is occupied with me so he doesn't see me lift it up and whack him straight in the jaw. At first he looks up, astonished, but I hit him again, and he is out like a light. I immediately remove his hands from my breasts and i quickly locate something to tie him up with. I soon settle on the thick twine that is part of his curtains. With him bound, I get dressed and curse. I then look out the door again, there is no sign of anyone, but i decide i have to make sure. 'He is sure to have multiple guards,' I think as i tiptoe down the spiral staircase at the end of the short hallway. I soon spot movement and I see a guard at the bottom of the stairs. He looks bored and is picking at his knife. I slowly climb the stairs down, not making a single noise. As i approach him, he still has not noticed me. I survey the room. We are in the long corridor that i believe leads to the sitting room or the foyer. I spot no other movement. I take a chance. I climb off the stairs and onto the railing, i then fall gently behind him. I decide that a quick stab to the eye should do it. I am so short compared to this giant, I decide the throat is good enough. I stab him straight through the throat and dig it so far in, you can see the tip of the knife on the back of his neck. Blood spurts out everywhere. There is no fight. He falls back and I barely manage to hold his weight. I do some how manage to drag his body into the closet located under the stair case.
          I check the rest of the house. There is no one in the foyer, the living room, the main entry way, the multiple bedrooms, or any of the restrooms. I decide to glance out the windows and still, I see no one. 'Does he really believe that he is safe with no guards around?' I think to myself as i make my way back up the the stairs and see that Vic is just now waking up.
          "Oh good!" I squeal with pleasure as he looks up at me with groggy eyes. I look down and see that i am covered with blood. 'Eh, its fine." i think to myself. He tries to sit up but I whip him with my python again, but this time on the shoulder.
          "Oww! What the fuck is your problem?!" He yells as he winces from the pain of the hit.
          "Oh baby," i whisper jokingly as i pull his chubby face up to mine roughly. "I need to ask what is YOUR problem?" I hiss as he looks offended.
          "What the fuck have i done? Bitch you better let me go before i call my guards in..." but then it sinks in that the blood on my clothes and breasts are from the guards. His look is total shock.
          "GUARDS!" he yells to no avail. He looks up at me.
          "Who the fuck are you?! What have i done to you?" he questions. I slowly pull off the wig and my long, black hair trails down my back and off of my shoulders, my black bangs stick up a bit, but i brush them down. With my pistol aimed at his crotch, I ask again, "What is YOUR fucking problem?" His face is instantly shot with the look of recognition.
          "Oh god... I knew i should have killed you when i had the goddamn chance!" He yells in fury as he struggles with his ties.
          "You better give me a good fucking reason you decided to kill my whole family..." i hiss in complete disgust and a hint of pleasure. He looks up at me and he smiles.
          "I wanted to." was his reply. This brought me over the edge. I pull him up by his neck and i whip him so hard, I thought that i broke his neck. His head shot from right to left and he quickly looked up at me and smiled.
          "You know," he starts to say as i throw him across the floor. After he recovers he smiles and says, "Your father was such a fucking weakling. He cried and begged for mercy as i chopped his fingers off. One. By. One." he dragged the last part out as i shot his foot. He yelped in pain and he looked up at me, his eyes red. He crawled over to his bed side table and smiled as he placed his hand underneath. The smile soon faded as he realized that his gun was gone. I smirk at him and grab under the bed and pulled out a gun.
          "Looking for this?" I smile and dangle the gun in my hands mockingly.
          "Fucking bitch!" he curses under his breath when i shove my foot onto his chest and push hard. He is now on the ground now with my heels puncturing his chest. He groans and i say, "Well, I am a lot smarter than i appear now, don't I?" i inquire as he is squirming. I start to grind my heel into his crotch and that is when he really starts to scream and cry.
          "Don't you know how this feels?! It fucking hurts! Just kill me already! Goddamn!" He babbles on through the pain. That was my breaking point. I stop grinding his balls into dust just long enough to yell right back at him.
          "Oh, I'm sorry... DON'T YOU FUCKING KNOW HOW IT FEELS WHEN YOUR GODDAMN FAMILY IS MURDERED?! DON'T YOU KNOW HOW MUCH THAT HURTS YOU GODDAMN BASTARD!" I start seeing red. I stomp full force upon his manhood. He lets out the loudest scream I had ever heard. It made me feel so relieved.
          "I'm sure that this hurts less..." I whisper and start to laugh.
          "You're fucking nuts!" he manages through sweat and tears. I look at him and i decide to tell him his future. I kneel down and get as close as I am willing to. He looks up at me and just spits on the ground.
          "I am going to make you pay. You are going to be spending a lot of time with me... I am going to make it so when the fucking cops find your mangled and torn body in the fucking river a month from now, if that, they wont be able to identify you." I let it sink in. His face is quite pale now as he realizes who he is messing with. I pull him up by his neck and i shove him into the bathroom. I kick him down and his head lands square onto the toilet. With a gash now prominent on his forehead, i shove his face into the toilet water, making him suffer just a bit more. He tries to wail his arms and get free, but it is of no hope. Just before he goes unconscious, I lift him up and he gasps for air. Coughing hysterically, he turns around and it looks like he is trying to say something, but before he gets enough air, I kick him hard in the face. He flies a few inches and hits the ground. He is out like a light.


          As i drag him down the stairs, i let him roll quickly down, hitting every stair with a loud crack, I just imagine all his bones breaking. I smile with pleasure. I reach the bottom of the stairs and then i see the head lights. 'Oh god," I think to myself. I quickly shove Vic into the closet with the other dead guard and hide in the shadows, my Python drawn. I wait in the darkness until i see two figures walk through the door. I instantly recognize them from Tony's, they were the body guards that were with Vic while he ate. I smile widely and creep towards them. They start to turn lights on and that is when i act. I quickly shoot the tallest man through the ear and he falls dead in 5 seconds flat. His friend, the fat one, has frozen in his place. He is surveying the area while he draws his pistol. He still has not seen me, even though i am in the light to his left. That is when i notice his left eye is very cloudy and white, almost no pupil to be seen. 'He must be going blind in that eye.' I think as I stalk up to him and shove my gun up under his chin and pull the trigger. His head pops like a pimple. His brains go all over the place. His limp body falls down and the only thing left was his eye. Curious, i poke it and it feels very hard, almost like a marble. 'It must be a fake eye.' I comment to myself as I walk back to the closet and retrieve my prize.
 

          As i throw Vic in the trunk of his own car, I begin to calm down a bit. I start the car and drive off into the night. Now it is only a matter of a few hours before I can properly give him what he deserves. 'I only hope that what i have done is all worth it...' i think but then quickly reassure myself, 'Of course it is... They will always know my name... or at least how I avenged my family. They would be so proud...' I begin to wander too deep into my subconscious. I finally arrive at my destination. At the edge of the river bank stands a solitary military bunker from one of the World Wars, of which, i am not sure, but all I need is what only it could offer; a place to put all of my unease at rest. 'I can finally kill Vic here... and I have no limits... No one to stop me, i am going to show him a new kind of pain.' I think as i drag him out of the car and shove him onto the ground. He looks up and surveys the area. He looks up at me and then says with his eyes worn out from crying and being bleed in, "Do your worst, Bloody Mary..."