O-Ren caught the grenade easily with her free hand, and she hefted Bill's head up enough so that she could shove the grenade in his mouth. They'd have seconds.
They only needed one, anyway.
She put his head firmly on the post at the top of the staircase, and sprinted down, still a mess of rain and blood. Most of the yakuza were well aware of what she'd done, and they ran too. O-Ren smiled to herself, a little, as she grabbed Arya's wrist and kept running. Those men could belong to her, if she wanted. Be her own personal army.
But as she skidded out onto the slick street, the neon lights of the city competing with the starry night, she'd tell them all to go to Hell. "Any minute now," she whispered to Arya.
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Date: 2009-10-13 04:50 am (UTC)They only needed one, anyway.
She put his head firmly on the post at the top of the staircase, and sprinted down, still a mess of rain and blood. Most of the yakuza were well aware of what she'd done, and they ran too. O-Ren smiled to herself, a little, as she grabbed Arya's wrist and kept running. Those men could belong to her, if she wanted. Be her own personal army.
But as she skidded out onto the slick street, the neon lights of the city competing with the starry night, she'd tell them all to go to Hell. "Any minute now," she whispered to Arya.