A Revy\/Black Lagoon fanfic.<\/p>\n
A part of the building was on fire as Diane approached in her red Jeep Cherokee. She immediately pulled to a stop a safe distance away before drawing her glock. Then she got out and proceeded the rest of the way on foot, her black hair swaying from her pony tail as she carefully approached the structure.<\/p>\n
Her senses were on high alert; there was death in the wind. She felt danger all around her. She slowly approached the building, her weapon at the ready and her senses on high alert.<\/p>\n
She tried the side entrance next to the big garage door, discovering it was unlocked. She threw it open and then tumbled inside, quickly getting to her knees in a shooting position ready to fire. But when she looked all around she saw that it would not be necessary. There was no one left alive to shoot at\u2026<\/p>\n
Harley sat propped against the back wall, a red hole oozing blood from his temple with two more gaping wounds in the beige shirt in his chest. Next to him Marcus lay sprawled on the floor in a grey shirt and jeans. He looked like he\u2019d taken three or four. Diane slowly rose to her feet, deciding there was nothing but death here; the danger had long passed.<\/p>\n
She made a slow, careful inspection of the rest of the building as a feeling of dread enveloped her. She found Buddy sprawled against another wall with three in his chest. Oliver lay face down in a pool of blood. Then she found secretary Carla slumped in her seat at her desk in her skirt and jacket showing that lovely cleavage, two bloody wounds in her chest having targeted each of her impressive breasts. There was a look of shock frozen in her lifeless eyes.<\/p>\n
She walked up to Carla and softly put her fingers on her eyelids, closing them tenderly. \u201cSorry about that, hun,\u201d she murmured sadly. \u201cYou didn\u2019t deserve this.\u201d Then she went on with her search.<\/p>\n
In the back of the building the office was burning. Smoke was pouring out through open windows. Diane realized she didn\u2019t have much time to finish her search before the whole thing would be fully engulfed.<\/p>\n
She found Corbin the cute one with two in his back. That was infuriating; she rather enjoyed fucking him. Then she found the balding Oliver lying dead near his office chair, the flames already reaching for his bullet-riddled body. So where the hell was Charlotte??<\/p>\n
Diane felt a lump in her throat as she started to backtrack. The smoke was getting worse; she would have to get out soon. But first she had to find Char\u2026 oh damn!<\/p>\n
There she was lying in a corner with her .45 lying just out of reach of her hand as though she\u2019d dropped it at the very end. She had wounds in her crotch and torso, a couple more in her chest as though her breasts had been specifically targeted. She had been brutally gunned down.<\/p>\n
With tears in her eyes Diane knelt down and checked the weapon, confirming it had been discharged. Charlotte had gone down firing to the bitter end. But there was too much blood; she was clearly gone.<\/p>\n
Diane felt her anger start to boil. Then she picked up a couple of nearby spent cartridges and examined them closely. They were 9 mils\u2026 almost anybody could have fired them. But one name sprang prominently to mind, one she knew who used that kind of ammo and was pretty damned good with those Berettas she carried!<\/p>\n
Diane was coughing as she finally emerged out of the building, forced out by all that billowing smoke. She looked all around until she found motorcycle tracks. Apparently the bitch had driven cross country to enjoy her massacre. Well now it would be HER turn!<\/p>\n
Diane angry strode back to her Jeep, the fury swelling within her. She slammed the vehicle into gear and then aimed it in the direction of the newly made tracks. She was going to follow them until she met the owner.<\/p>\n
\u2026and then she was going to give that bitch a going-away present her beloved Charlotte would be so fucking proud of\u2026<\/p>\n
—<\/p>\n
\u201cThank God it\u2019s only a flesh wound,\u201d Rock told her as he wrapped some gauze around Revy\u2019s upper thigh.<\/p>\n
\u201cGod\u2019s got nothing to do with it, Rock. That bitch is dead; I paid her back for putting one in me!\u201d Then she took a puff from the cigarette dangling from her lips, taking it out and blowing smoke as she sourly added, \u201cI still can\u2019t believe I let her hit me like that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt was a bloody massacre, Revy! Did you really have to kill them all like that\u2026 and on Valentine\u2019s Day no less? You made Capone\u2019s massacre look like a Sunday School picnic!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThey shouldn\u2019t have been there in the first place, Rock,\u201d Revy said, taking another puff. \u201cI got paid to ransack the office and steal files. Vashtin said to kill anyone who stood in my way, so I did!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut there WERE no files, Revy! I think he just wanted you to kill them all! And did you really have to set the office on fire?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLook at my face, Rock! Do I really look like I give a shit?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDamnit, Revy; you\u2019re really going to be hunted now!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAmateurs, Rock,\u201d Revy snarled with a dismissive wave. \u201cThey can\u2019t hold a fucking candle to \u2013 OW! Watch it – that fucking HURTS!\u201d She angrily glared at him and then at the wound he was bandaging.<\/p>\n
\u201cSorry\u2026 almost done!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou fucking bastard\u2026 that really hurts!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTake it easy, Revy! There; I\u2019m finished!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGood!\u201d Then she angrily threw him across the room where he fell onto the bed in a heap. \u201cNow we\u2019re gonna screw!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDamn, Revy; right now??\u201d he blurted out in amazement. \u201cYou just killed all those people and now you want to SCREW??!! You sure can pick some crazy times to fuck!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m horny; so sue me! You\u2019re a man, Rock; you should be fucking grateful I even WANT your cock right now!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut you just got done killing six people!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSeven, Rock; but who the hell is keeping count? I\u2019m fuckin horny\u2026 and it\u2019s Valentine\u2019s Day! Besides, you never bought me any flowers!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut you HATE sentiment, Revy! Besides, we were too busy scoping out the place to take the time to buy any flowers!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWould you just get your ass over here and fuck me?\u201d Revy was already climbing onto the bed, wincing from the pain of her wound while pulling down her denim shorts to reveal a wet, sticky pussy. All that killing – especially the way she\u2019d put so many into that last deserving bitch – had made her horny as fuck\u2026<\/p>\n
—<\/p>\n
Diane shut off the engine as soon as she saw the shack off in the distance. With glock in hand she got out and then stealthily made her way over in that general direction, continuing to follow the tracks. A conspicuous looking motorbike stood upright near the front door, confirming she was on the right track.<\/p>\n
Diane made her way closer, using every bush, every tree, every clump of grass as cover. Her mind was on her dead friends back in that burning building, especially her dear friend Charlotte. The two had even gotten kinky under the sheets a few times. But now she was dead\u2026 and Diane was certainly going to make someone pay dearly for that. And she had a pretty good idea who that certain someone might be.<\/p>\n
She carefully made her way to the front door, listening intently for any signs whoever might be inside was on to her presence. That\u2019s when she saw drops of blood on the wooden steps. She knelt down and touched one with her fingers\u2026 fresh. Just as she\u2019d suspected\u2026 at least Charlotte had made one shot count! The thought made her smile with grim satisfaction.<\/p>\n
She heard voices inside that made her follow along the exterior of the shack. She found a back door that appeared to be operational. The voices were louder back here\u2026<\/p>\n
\u201cPut it in, damn you! Rock, I told you I\u2019m horny! You should be fucking grateful! Yeah; that\u2019s the way!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGeez, Revy; why are you so horny all of the sudden?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s Valentine\u2019s Day, Rock! Besides, I really put that bitch down for shooting me in the thigh!\u201d<\/p>\n
Diane felt her blood boil as she stewed outside the back door. She wanted to go right in and put the bitch out of her misery along with her so-called boyfriend. But she hesitated, unsure if what she was hearing was an act meant to lure her into some sort of trap\u2026<\/p>\n
\u201cUmmm, yeah, Rock; like that\u2026 fuck, did you see the way the life flickered out of her eyes while she was trying to fire one last round? Fuck; what a rush!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRevy, you\u2026 *ungh* never cease to *ungh* surprise me!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShut up and keep fucking! I\u2019m so fucking close right now\u2026 yeah!\u201d<\/p>\n
Diane closed her eyes as she listened from outside the building. Now she was really angry! She wanted to burst in and interrupt their fucking before the climactic moment. But she was still unsure if it was all just an act. One simply couldn\u2019t be too careful when dealing with that bitch-assassin Revy!<\/p>\n
The moans got louder; she was sure she could hear slurping sounds from some cock entering some wet pussy. It sounded like Revy was moaning, urging Rock to fuck her harder. Diane\u2019s anger started to spill over; she\u2019d be damned if she was going to allow that fucking bitch one last orgasm\u2026 not after killing her beloved Charlotte.<\/p>\n
Diane quietly turned the knob to the door, opening it a crack just enough to get a good look inside. They were still mostly in their clothes, but they were fucking all right! That\u2019s when she threw the door open and rushed in with her weapon drawn.<\/p>\n
They were sitting upright on the bed, Revy facing her and the door while her lover\u2019s back was to her. Diane didn\u2019t hesitate, lifting her weapon and pulling the trigger\u2026<\/p>\n
*BLAM*<\/p>\n
Rock felt the change in the room – the change in pressure indicating a door had just opened – a split-second before his brains were permanently scrambled. A bloody hole appeared in his temple as he started to go over sideways. His cock pulled out of his lover\u2019s pussy as a look of shock flickered in his eyes.<\/p>\n
Revy\u2019s cry of \u201cROCK, LOOK OUT!\u201d was much too late to be heard above the report of the glock. She got her lover\u2019s blood and brain matter splattered on her face and in her eyes. All she could do was stare in shock, panting heavily for breath with her body still trembling from the effects of Rock\u2019s member having just been inside her. She was sweating profusely now from her sexual exertions while her thigh was thrumming from the pain, the gauze around it showing a circular red splotch.<\/p>\n
Diane pointed the gun right at her, a cruel sneer on her lips. \u201cGet off on killing my friends, did you? Then let\u2019s see you get off on this, bitch!\u201d<\/p>\n
The weapon lowered a moment before the glock spat led. Revy screamed in pain as her pussy was torn apart. Instinctively her hands came down in vain to stem the flow of blood and to somehow ease the agony of where she\u2019d just been shot…<\/p>\n
\u201cAAUUGGHH! You fucking BITCH!!!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLet\u2019s see you masturbate to THAT, you fucking whore! Now these are for my two favorite \u2018Charlotte assets\u2019!\u201d<\/p>\n
The glock spoke twice more, giving Revy additional pain in her chest as Diane put one in each breast. The wounded assassin went over backward onto the bed writhing in extreme misery. She no idea how much a bullet wound in the right location could hurt like hell! Besides, she was used to inflicting pain; not receiving any!<\/p>\n
She writhed on the bed in sheer agony, whimpering pitifully while trying to clutch at her wounds. Diane pulled up her glock and took aim one last time. \u201cSay hello to Charlotte for me when you get there ok? Because this time she\u2019s gonna kick your fucking ass!\u201d Then the weapon spit death as Revy\u2019s head jerked back from lead poisoning blasting straight through her forehead.<\/p>\n
Diane panted quietly, slowly lowering her smoking weapon. Revy\u2019s body was jerking around a little, spasming in its death throws. The assassin\u2019s lover was long gone; the bullet through the back of the head giving him a more merciful ending than the one she\u2019d just given the merciless assassin.<\/p>\n
Diane studied the corpse in front of her, studied the shredded pussy with its mixture of blood and the fluids of Revy\u2019s coupling with her dead lover. It made her sad to think her friend Charlotte would never again enjoy the pleasures of a good fuck, especially that cute guy Corbin. Then it made her angry again.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you like that, bitch?\u201d Diane asked bitterly. \u201cDid you like how my round fucked your pussy? Did it get you off the way my friend\u2019s death got you off? Did that feel good?\u201d<\/p>\n
She angrily shoved the barrel of her glock into the dead woman\u2019s pussy, wriggling it around a little and then thrusting it in and out. \u201cDoes death get you off, bitch? Hunh\u2026 does it? Then let me help you get off to THIS!\u201d<\/p>\n
The glock went off inside Revy\u2019s pussy, the body of the dead assassin jerking in response. Diane pulled the wet barrel of her weapon out, angrily aiming it at her adversary to pump a few more into the deserving corpse. Then she balked, pulling the gun upward.<\/p>\n
\u201cBitch,\u201d she muttered disgustedly. \u201cYou\u2019re not worth the waste of any more bullets!\u201d Then she turned around and walked out of the shack without so much as looking back at the damage she\u2019d inflicted upon its occupants<\/p>\n
Outside the building Diane headed back to her Jeep, her anger slowly bleeding away. She got to her vehicle and crawled behind the wheel. Then she thought of poor Charlotte lying in that burning building, her body probably being charred by now from the fire.<\/p>\n
There had been too much smoke; she hadn\u2019t even been able to get her out for a decent burial! That\u2019s when the tears welled up in her eyes. Diane slumped over the steering wheel as she quietly began to sob her grief\u2026<\/p>\n
\u00a9 2016 (written for “Revy” Feb 14 \u201916 by Riwa)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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