My Grandmother (R.I.P) was one of those kinds of women. While my mother won't admit it, she is too :) Growing up I have always gravitated toward women who are strong in mind, body and spirit. So to you all who have loved me, nutured me, and shaped me into the woman I have become, THIS is for YOU!
The Name of This Story is called Kissing Koi Fish...
Japan, date unknown, time unknown…
There is usually a beauty attached to death. A macabre kind of beauty, but a kind of beauty nonetheless. But there was no beauty in this. No honor in this.
Hiroko Katsura struggled against the bonds of braided rope as the as the iron was burned into his flesh; his screams absorbed by the cement walls. The hanging flood light above him was the only light in the room. Seated beneath it, he was surrounded by darkness.
“Lift him up.” The voice of his tormentor echoed in Japanese. There were at least two others in the room carrying out their leaders orders. Strong hands pulled at the back his hair, forcing him to look up. Smoke from a cigar preceded the man that came into view.
“Where is the girl, old man?”
They were searching for his Kiyoko-san. His young, vibrant, Kiyoko-san.
His silence was met with a backhanded slap.
“This can all be over when you tell me what I want to know. You will have your freedom.”
The only freedom Hiroko sought was to pass on into the spirit world. He knew he wouldn’t get out of this alive. The vision he’d had months ago revealed to him that much. Just like the vision he’d had 8 years ago that had led him to the girl, this man desperately wanted. Just like the vision that had told him when and how to send her away almost 3 years ago.
“Even a sheet of paper has two sides,” He rasped out in broken Japanese. His head was thrown forward forcefully as hard eyes stared down at him. Uncharacteristically he laughed. His left eye swollen shut, he could still make out the expression of confusion on his executioners face.
“Waste him.”
A butcher knife glinted in against the light and his head was yanked back again.
“What you seek, will be your downfall.”
Because the last vision Hiroko had before his timely capture, was the one of Kiyoko-san avenging his death.
Norfolk Virginia, present day
Cutting across the back alley was not a short cut Eneida took most nights. But tonight someone was following her. She spotted him when she exited the bar at the end of shift. And at after one in the morning she didn't need too many guesses on why a masked man would be following anyone.
Pulling her shawl tighter, Eneida quickened her pace. But it wasn’t quick enough when the distinct barrel of a gun was shoved against her back halted her in her tracks.
“Keep quiet and I’ll let you live.” A gloved hand grabbed tight hold of her arm and marched her farther into the darkened alley.
“I have money in my wallet. Just take it and let me go.”
“Quiet!” he threw her against a brick wall while turning her to face him, the gun’s barrel now pressed against her throat. His movements were no longer hasty but his breathing became harder as his free hand touched the exposed skin below the hem of her shirt, inching higher.
“You don’t want to do this.” She warned.
“I said QUIET!” He backhanded her across the face. A groan of pain that followed but it wasn’t from her, but him. She moved so fast he never saw it coming. Enieda’s left hand was securely locked on the pressure point of her attacker’s wrist, while she kneed him squarely in the nuts. He fell to his knees, his arm still in her grasp. Bending down, Eneida picked up the discarded gun.
“I told you didn’t want to do this.” She pressed it against her attacker’s hand and listened to him beg. “I told you to take my money and go, but you didn’t listen.” She pulled the trigger and shot right through his hand.
He roared in pain and she lifted the ski mask over his face. His cries producing tears that streaked across his grime covered face. She picked up his other hand and imprinted the barrel of the gun on it. His wounded hand held close to his body, her would be attacker mumbling his pleas.
“What was that? I can’t hear you.” Enieda egged on.
“P-Please don’t.” he stammered, looking up at her.
“Sorry, but I can’t let you live.” With that she aimed the gun at his head and pulled the trigger.
1 comment:
That is it? Where is the rest? You cannot leave I/we hanging...you know that is wrong. I like it! Please Please Please give me/us more PLEASE!!!!
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