Posted by gunsmoke on January 27, 1999 at 16:11:53:
Dear Alicia,
I'm new to beheading stories so bear with me. I hope you enjoy this story. Please let me know.
Fat Tony sat in his chair. His immense body flowing over the sides.
"I want that broad dead, D.E.A.D., dead" yelled Fat Tony at the top of his lungs.
"I understand," said Axman quietly.
"She stole 50 G's from me and left 2 of my best guys in the morgue! I want her head" Fat Tony continued his tirade.
"On a silver platter" added Axman with a smile.
Axman was a strange player in the Necro City Underworld scene. Nobody knew much about him. He carried an ax, while everybody had guns. Yet no one ever lived to tell a tale about going up against him.
He was tall dark and dangerous. His eyes looked through you and made you feel nervous. Some people preferred death to his unnerving stare.
Fat Tony told him Alicia would head south, probably Mexico. Axman nodded but ignored him. He knew Alicia was smart. She had 16 bodies in the cemetery because of her not counting the two new ones.
She was a real femme fatale. She was as beautiful as she was deadly. Her looks as dangerous as any gun. And she knew how to use both well.
Alicia heading south made too much sense. The last place anybody would look was right here in town. Hell, she could hide here. Nobody even considered looking here. The idea was stupid enough to make perfect sense.
Alicia had some operations down on Dock Street. She ran girls and gambling down there. She used a warehouse on the dock as sort of an unofficial hideout.
Axman knew this. It was his business to know these things. He pulled up a block away form the warehouse. No sense tipping her off too early.
From the trunk, he pulled out a velvet sack that held "Buddy" is ax. He called it "Buddy" because of Buddy Hacket the comedian. An ax named Buddy Hacket still brought a silly grin to his stern face.
He checked "Buddy" and saw he was still sharp. He headed down the street.
At 3:00 am on Dock Street the place was deserted. Nobody would bother you, least of all a man with a double-sided executioner's ax.
He came to the door and looked in a broken window.
There she was. Sitting in front of the TV smoking a cigarette. They were right she was pretty. She sat there in a tank top and cut offs. Her breasts tested the fabric of the shirt to almost ripping.
Shame thought Axman. Good-looking dame like that going to waste. But business was business.
He kicked in the door and stood in the frame.
Alicia was no rookie. She knew she was on the lam and was ready for anything. So when the door flew open, she was up like a shot and had her gun in hand.
BANGBANGBANGBANG. She let loose on the figure in the door.
The bullets tore into Axman's chest. Dead center on his heart. Alicia was a real pro.
She relaxed a second. Now that the threat was over and she knew she had to find another spot to hide.
The problem was Axman still stood in the doorway.
"Are you planning on falling down?" she asked sarcastically.
"No" he answered.
This surprised her. She saw guys hit and then fall down a second or two later when their lamebrains finally realized that they were indeed dead.
But this guy wasn't going anywhere. She raised her .38 and fired two slugs into Axman's forehead.
She waited for him to fall. He must have had on body armor she thought to herself. A headshot was always your best bet.
Only Axman still stood there. She picked this warehouse for the one entrance it had. It was easy to defend. Only now it made it impossible to get out.
"Fat Tony is annoyed at you" Axman said softly.
"What the hell are you?" she said in disbelief.
"Your ticket to hell" he said raising the ax.
Alicia was almost in shock. The danger and her strange assailant made her mind reel. Was she dreaming? No. She could smell the cigarette and the gunsmoke. The floor felt cold on her bare feet. This was for real.
"What are you?" she asked again.
"You wouldn't understand," he said.
He could have told her about immortals and how he could only be hurt by losing his head but he didn't have the time.
"This can go down easy or hard," he said.
"What choice do I have" she asked more as a comment on the situation than a question.
He put his foot on a small box about 2'x 2'. He kicked it toward her.
Put your head on this.
"What and let you lop off my head" Alicia said amazed at what he was suggesting.
"I could take you apart a piece at a time" he explained.
Alicia was a gambler. She took a lot of chances but she knew when to fold.
She quietly walked over to the box and put down her head.
"This'll be quick right," she asked as well as trying to reassure herself.
"A slight tickle on the back of your neck" he said trying to comfort her.
Yeah she was a beauty he thought and feisty too. Too bad he didn't meet her sooner.
She moved her brown hair away from her neck to give him a better view. But Axman had done this before. Many times in fact. After 725 years you get the knack of it.
Alicia closed her eyes hard and he lifted "Buddy" up high.
SWWWOOOOSSSSHHHHH! SSSHHHLLLLOOOOOPPPPP!
The ax slicing through Alicia neck made a noise that filled the room.
Axman watched her head roll. Her eyes and mouth wide open. Blood flowing from her mouth, nose and neck.
Her body twitched as her fading heart still pumped blood that squirted from the stump where her head had been.
He picked up the head softly and looked into the eyes.
"Just a tickle on your neck" he said to it.
He had his prize for Fat Tony. The silver platter in the car. He thought a moment. Hell, Fat Tony gave him a ticket to Mexico to find Alicia. Axman hadn't had a vacation in a while. Maybe he'd go down there first and let Fat Tony think he was right about Alicia.
He looked at the head again. After all, she wasn't going anywhere.
I hope you liked this story. As I said before, I haven't done a beheading before. Please let me know what you liked or didn't like. My email is gunsmoke90@hotmail.com. I love to do something like this again for you. Just a few more details like time period, your situation etc and I'll get you another story if you like.
As for me, I'm a shooting fan. I'd love to come face to face with a femme fatale dressed all in black, smoking a long white cigarette and holding a gun on me. She shoots me in the belly and watches me die slowly at her feet. But then that's just my fantasy.
Again, I hope you enjoyed it and please let me know how I did.
Take care and hope to hear from you soon.
Bob