KILL BILL
'Revenge is a dish best served cold'
-Old Klingon Proverb
Prologue
The sunlight streamed in through the windows of the Twin Pines Wedding Chapel in El Paso, Texas. If you looked around, the first thing you'd see were the bodies, eight of them, shot full of holes, blood pooling around them. If you took a closer look, you'd see they were all gunned down execution-style and maybe even notice the shattered windows and busted walls. And if you REALLY took a good look, you would have noticed The Bride. She lay on her back, staring at who knew what with the most beaten face you'd ever seen.
Her face was soaked in blood, the congealed flesh and swells kept her eyes half shut, her teeth were chipped and cracked. She watched with a mixture of hate and fear as HE walked toward her. The footsteps slowed and pitter-pattered on the dusty wooden floor of the chapel, stepping around discarded bullet casings. "Do you find me sadistic?" He laughed with a voice that resembled that of a man who had smoked or talked too much, maybe a bit of both.
The handkerchef with "Bill" stitched on one corner touched her face, the pain shot through her from the touch to her wounds, and the rest of his words were a blur, the smear of plain blured her vision. The world threatened to turn black. "....Masochistic." She heard his last word and saw the gun. "Bill?" she spoke in a cracked voice. "Its... your bab-" BLAM! She fell silent...
I was five and he was six. We rode on horses made of sticks. 
He wore black and I wore white. He would always win the fight
Bang bang, he shot me down. 
Bang bang, I hit the ground. 
Bang bang, that awful sound.
Bang bang, my baby shot me down.
Seasons came and changed the time. 
When I grew up I called him mine. 
He would always laugh and say "Remember when we used to play?" 
Bang bang, I shot you down. 
Bang bang, you hit the ground. 
Bang bang, that awful sound. 
Bang bang, I used to shoot you down.
Music played and people sang. 
Just for me the church bells rang. 
Now he's gone I dont know why. 
Until this day, sometimes I cry.
He didn't even say goodbye. 
He didn't take the time to lie.
Bang bang, he shot me down. 
Bang bang, I hit the ground. 
Bang bang, that awful sound. 
Bang bang. 
My baby shot me down.
-Nancy Sinatra