Posted by BB on March 30, 2002 at 19:02:10:
This is a story which I am posting for friend. In my private little circle of necrophiliacs I asked a simple question. What would you do if you knew you were dying. One of the ladies in this circle whom we affectionally refer to at BB(Blonde Bombshell) wrote this story and gave it to me. Enjoy.
The Black Knight
It's early evening in the Southern part of the United States of America. A young woman with shoulder length blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and a goofy smile stands in the small apartment she calls home. Her name is Kimberly, but most people call her Kim. She stands at 5'6" and weighs just a little more than she cares to admit. Most men that she meets consider her attractive, although she doesn't agree with them. Mostly she thinks it's her 38c bustline, but the opinion of men she has never figured out anyway. Her doorbell rings and she walks to it the door and opens it without even looking. She had just called a friend and is expecting him. He's taller than Kim, has short cut brown hair, moderately fit, and has a pair of gentle blue eyes which he insists on hiding behind a pair of glasses.
"Come in Patrick, what took you so long, I only called you thirty minutes ago." Kim says with a smile, trying not to sound dumb.
"You said it was important so I came right over." the visitor answers.
"Oh lighten up. Come on in, I need to talk." Kim says as she steps back from the door.
Patrick walks into apartment and Kim motions toward a sofa. He settles himself into it and Kim sits down next to him.
"We've been friends now for a few years, and I have a small favor to ask of you." Kim says.
"Anything." Patrick answers and Kim smiles.
"I'm dying. The doctors say it's cancer and I've only got a couple of months." Kim says.
"Is that why you didn't contest your ex-husband requesting full custody of your little girl?"
"I don't want her to watch me die. I've made arrangements to take care of that quickly, but my favor is, just one last night on the town." Kim says.
"You seem pretty calm, Kimber. Anything else I can help you with. You know I would do anything for you." Patrick said.
"Ooo, I love it when you call me Kimber. There is one more thing, that's why I called you. I knew you would understand why I want to bring Chris here tonight." Kim says softly.
"You're not picking on poor little Christine again are you?" Patrick asks.
"Oh don't get me wrong I like Chris, she's as sweet as she can be. She trys to be everything to everybody. But take away all that long perfectly golden blonde hair, note the hint of jealousy in my voice, and poor little Chris is all belly and butt." Kim says.
"And what do you want me to do?" Patrick asks.
Kim walks over to a bureau beside the door and opens a bottom drawer, intentionally bending at the waste instead of stooping. She removes a small pistol from the drawer and looks over her shoulder as she straightens. She smiles she watches Patrick turn his head when their eyes meet. She sashes over to him and holds the pistol out to him.
"I borrowed this from a friend. It's a tranquilizer gun. All you have to do is shoot her in the butt, and you can't miss Chris' butt. Bring her here and I'll do the rest. Then we'll have my last little night on the town." Kim says.
Patrick took the gun and walks out of the apartment. The two of them share a unique bond, a fetish for the deaths of women, and Kim had often thought of doing her friend Chris and spent many restless nights dreaming of the looks on Chris' face, or the way a bullet would look as it hit Chris. Kim quivers as she thinks of her dying wish coming true. She is finally going to get to watch Chris die.
It takes Patrick forty five minutes, but Kim was on edge every minute. He rings the bell and Kim giggles in delight as Patrick carries a small blonde woman into the apartment. Chris is shorter and older than Kim. Her golden hair comes down almost to her waist. She has a gentle look on her face as she lays in Patrick's arms asleep from the effects of the tranquilizer dart. Kim runs her hands gently down the top of Chris' left thigh, then up over Chris' rounded belly. Patrick sits the sleeping woman in a chair and Kim quickly handcuffs her hands behind the back of the chair.
"How long has she been down?" Kim asks.
"About thirty minutes." Patrick answers.
Kim brushes some of Chris' hair down in front over her shoulders and lets it fall over her smallish breasts.
"The drug should be wearing off any time. I've always wanted to try this." Kim says.
She leans in close to the sleeping woman and presses her lips gently against Chris'. She pulls back and smiles.
"Time to wake up sleeping beauty." Kim coos.
Almost on cue Chris licks her thin lips as if she had felt the kiss. Her eyelids open slowly to reveal a pair of deep blue eyes.
"Kim...what's going on here?" Chris asks sleepily.
"Oh not much Christine, just a little murder." Kim answers.
"Murder?" Chris asks and her eyes snap open in shock.
"Yours." Patrick confirms.
Kim smiles as she walks over to the bureau again. She opens the top drawer this time and pulls out a knife with a long slender blade.
"I've wandered what you would look like taking a bullet, and that fantasy is more than satisfied in my mind. However what I mentioned to Patrick tonight is that you're not much more than belly and butt. He shot one and I'm going to take care of the other." Kim says with a wicked smile.
"Kim no! You can't! You can't do this!" Chris pleads.
Kim smiles as she lays her knife point under Chris' breastbone.
"One quick cut, a quick gush, and it will all be over." Kim says soothingly.
The blade sinks in easily and Kim closes her eyes as she pushes the knife down. Chris mewls and writhes in her chair as her belly is literally lain open. Chris opens her mouth to scream, but it is flooded with her own blood as her bowels gush from her belly. Kim shudders as she watches the stunned look on Chris' face turn to peace, and her head sags. Kim lays her hand on Chris' chest and confirms that Chris is indeed dead.
"That was fun, now I feel like dancing the night away." Kim says.
"Sure, anywhere you want to go." Patrick said.
Kim laughs as she and Patrick leave the apartment and Chris' fresh corpse sitting where she had died.
It's waning into the morning hours as Patrick and Kim walk through an all but deserted park just outside the city where Kim's apartment is located.
"I couldn't have dreamed of a better evening. By now the police have found Chris, and are looking for me. I hope that you didn't leave any fingerprints in my apartment." Kim says.
"Not that I know of. I wiped down the bell and doorknob while you were finishing off Chris. Is that what you meant by you had arranged to have it over with quickly?" Patrick says.
"No, that's a surprise. I knew since you initiated me into this dark world of fantasy death, you would want to be in on Chris' death. It's been a real fun couple of years." Kim says.
"I don't like surprises." Patrick says.
"I know, but I emptied my bank accounts, and sold my car just to make this one possible." Kim says.
They walk through the park to a statue of a long forgotten Civil War veteran. Kim smiles as she leans on the base of the statue. She looks at her watch and smiles.
"We're a little early. While we have a little time we can talk. Since I'm dying anyway, how would you do me?" Kim asks.
"I don't think I could Kimber." Patrick says.
"I'm flattered, but I've been in pain for months now, how would you end it?" Kim asks.
"Quick and clean right through the heart." Patrick answers.
Kim smiles as she pulls out a cigarette, puts it between her lips, and lights it.
"I've always imagined myself getting it in the stomach, just at the waist. Slow and painful way to die I hear." Kim says.
Suddenly the shadows around the statue began to move.
"What's that?" Patrick asks.
"My surprise is here." Kim answers.
The could barely make out several figures dressed all in black, including hoods. There is a flurry of punches and kicks and both Patrick and Kim are rocked. A kick in the side of his left knee drives Patrick to his knees. A punch in the belly and a kick in back of her right knee drives Kim to her knees. They both kneel there for a few seconds dazed from being beaten. Patrick barely makes out one of the figures and lets out a slight gasp:
"Ninja."
"Cost me everything I have for this." Kim gasps.
The sound of two swords being drawn echos in the stillness of the park. The razor sharp katanas penetrate Kim's and Patrick's bellies just above navel level. Kim smiles slightly as she feels the sword in her belly begin to move. Patrick closes his eyes tightly and clenches his teeth as the sword in his guts begin to move. The cuts are precise and turned, making deep crescent shaped wounds in both mid-sections. Not only are their intestines severed twice, but the ventral artery is cut in two places. The katanas are pulled out and both begin to slowly fall forward.
"You Bitch!" Patrick groans as he falls.
Kim and Patrick lie side by side on their bellies in enlarging pools in blood. The ancient art of Ninjitsu is precise and deadly. Both bleed out in a matter of moments.