Posted by gunsmoke on January 14, 1999 at 11:35:11:
Here's another story that I hope you enjoy. Maybe the producers might like to look at this if they were considering a "Last Cigarette" shoot.
Vicky stood peering out the window. A dozen cop cars were parked out side with their lights flashing.
She tightened her hold on her Thompson machine gun. She loved that gun. Sure it was old fashioned but it gave her a 30's kind of gun moll look that she loved. She looked fierce with it. People noticed her. They thought she locked tough and dangerous. They were right.
Her attention was turned to three dead bodies in the room behind her. They were her gang. Not the best in the business but they knew how to shoot and take orders. Pete, Phil and Al were their names not that she cared. She probably would have iced at least two of them by next year but that was an occupational hazard working for "Vicious" Vicky.
She paid very well but her friend "Mr. Thompson" dealt with any screw-ups. In those matters, she let him do the talking. And he talked loud and often on her behalf.
She lit a cigarette and thought. There were about a two dozen cops out there when this started. She knew that at least half were dead in the gunfight that killed her gang. Hell she killed 6 or 7 cops herself.
They must have reported the shootout already. She knew that would bring more cops and SWAT. She'd wait just a little while longer. Let things get confusing. That way she could slip away.
She was mad. Mad at herself for being so careless. Fat Tony wanted to meet with her. He wanted to call a truce on all the heat she'd been bringing down on him. He set up this meet. What a gutless wonder she thought. He couldn't even set her up with his own guys. He let the cops do his dirty work.
She took a drag and peered out the window (or what was left of the window). She blew a long trail of smoke out the window and saw more cops coming.
Show time she thought to herself.
She noticed that about half a dozen cops were sneaking up on the building. She wanted them to think that she was dead like her gang. Let them make the first reckless move.
The cops were half way across the street when she popped into the window and opened up on them.
She sprayed hot lead from above. The cops were out in the open. Bullets rained down on them in a torrent. But the only puddles left from this storm were the cop's blood.
She smiled seeing the cops die by her hand. They were lying in the street dead and dying. Twitching and writhing in agony. Killing got her excited and she was close to dripping wet now.
The remaining cops weren't going to let anymore of their buddy's die. They opened fire on the window.
Vicky was getting sloppy. She stood admiring the carnage that she brought down on her latest victims.
A hail of bullets tore through the window. Vicky was caught in it.
Half a dozen rounds tore through her tight fitting little black dress and into her belly.
She howled in pain and spun herself from in front of the window. Her hand gripped at her belly. Trying to hold in the life that was quickly oozing from her.
She saw the ugly little holes in her flat trim belly. Damn, this was bad. The blood was dark near black. She knew her liver was gone and bile as well as blood was leaking from her.
How long did she have? She knew it wasn't long. She staggered to a chair across from the window but out of range from the cops on the street.
She lit a cigarette and coughed out the smoke.
Damn things will kill me she thought and smiled a bit.
God it hurt. She'd been shot a couple of times before. Once in her arm during a holdup and twice in the leg during another shootout with the cops where she killed over a dozen officers.
Her nickname Vicious Vicky told a lot.
She sat relaxing waiting for the end. What else could she do? Her body that she tried to take care of so well now betrayed her. Her legs wouldn't support her and her arms had problems holding things.
She always knew she'd end up like this. From the time when she was 16 and committed her first robbery. She was in the Amazons street gang, then back when the Amazons were starting out. She'd robbed a liquor store with her friend Juli. The clerk waited for them to start leaving and drew her gun. The clerk fired and hit Juli twice in the back. Both bullets in the heart. Juli was dead before she hit the ground. Vicky opened up on the clerk. She pumped 6 slugs in her. The clerk clutched her belly and went down. Vicky then took the clerk's own gun and emptied it into her. Vicky then pried Juli's gun from her hand and emptied that into the already dead clerk.
This was just the start. Over the years, Vicky killed many, many more. It came easier and easier. Then it began to excite her. Pretty soon Vicky couldn't get aroused till after she'd killed someone and she had one healthy sexual appetite.
A twinge of pain made her grimace. She looked down and saw the blood oozing through her fingers.
Damn, just when things were getting good. She'd built a small power base in extortion, robbery and murder for hire. Even the "Big Boys" took notice of her. Her old playmates from the Amazons, who were now all acceptable criminals, started looking her up and using her services.
She had a reputation for getting the job done. It may not be subtle or quiet but that's not what her employers were looking for.
She tried to lift her hand up to take a drag on her cigarette. It weighed a thousand pounds. She barely managed to get it there and she left the cigarette in her mouth.
She tried to suppress a small series of coughs. She now began to taste blood in her mouth and could feel a trickle running down her chin.
What she could have done. She could have been a real crime boss. It was a damn shame she thought. Fat Tony and his cronies would have been easy pickings for her. That fat pig will sleep good tonight knowing that she won't be coming after his fat ass she thought to herself.
She felt her body begin to shake as shock set in. Her brain was panicking. It knew she was in trouble and tried to rally the rest of her body to respond. It was no use. Her body wouldn't listen.
God why was she so cold and the lights were getting dim.
"Holy shit" she said to herself with a smile.
"Just like in a James Cagney movie" she said thinking of how she was experiencing the same things dying as they did in the movies. Talk about realism.
She tried to take a drag on her almost done cigarette but she began coughing too hard.
She looked down again at her belly now under her blood soaked dress. She thought about how the blood was mixing with her already wet crotch and that excited her all the more. What she wouldn't give for a man right now she thought to herself.
Her hand was down by her crotch anyway and she began to rub it. God it felt good. She almost forgot about the six hot slugs that were slowly killing her.
Then she saw it. A red dot of light appeared on her chest. Damn cops weren't going to take any chances this time she thought.
She could only see it was coming from the roof down the street. She couldn't see who.
Just like a guy not letting a woman finish she thought to herself and smiled as she began to rub her crotch harder.
With her other hand she used all her remaining strength and raised it. She put up the middle finger in the direction of the light.
"F-f-fuck you" she rasped as she coughed and choked on the blood now welling up in her mouth and throat.
She looked down at the red dot. Suddenly the dot silently exploded into a fountain of blood. She was too far away to hear the shot but she sure felt it.
The hot slug tore into her heart. Vicky slumped back in the chair. She stiffened and went limp.
Her last thoughts of how she scared the Big Boys here as they thought she'd try to take over.
Maybe she'd give that Satan guy a run for his money she thought and smiled as she died.
Again, I hope you liked this story. Please let me know what you liked or disliked about it.
So till next time take care.