12:30 PM (July 7, 2011)
Minnie could practically taste her own anticipation. It was a sweet taste; something she wanted to savor. She's never felt this excited for something like this before. Her mind was clouded over with wild thought as she continued to walk to Gumi's house. Even though her only weapon was a pair of surgical scissors, Minnie was confident that she would win. She could do it as long as Gumi stayed out of her way. Even after what she had said, Minnie still cared about her. No matter what, Gumi was still her friend. And so was Vincent.
She wasn't going to hurt them two. She was just going to teach Vincent a lesson. But the other three were going to die that night. It didn't matter if they were full grown men or not. It just meant they would be more of a challenge. And Minnie liked that. She would especially like getting revenge for her stomach wound. Josh was going to be the first one to die; the other two would follow soon after she was done with him. Now, Vincent was a different story. She had to be careful with him. He may not look it, but he's a crazy son of a bitch. Although the two friends were alike in that way, Minnie seemed to be able to control herself a lot better than Vincent could. But, when you push all the wrong buttons, Minnie would explode. She was a living time bomb.
A low chuckle reverberated throughout the empty neighborhood street. Those three men and her two friends had pressed too many buttons. It was time for them to pay; even if they weren't ready.
As she passed an abandoned home, Minnie spotted something that made her smile. It was a crowbar; one of her most favorite tools to use during an assault. She crossed the overgrown lawn to retrieve it in hast. The tool was heavy in her pale hands, giving her an edge. The thought of hitting one of those vile men with it made her shiver. If Gumi thought she was scary at the pizzeria, she couldn't wait to see her face while she bashed Josh's face in. She wished she had Vincent on her side, though.
She shook her head furiously to get the thought out of her head. "I don't need his help. He deserves everything he's going to get from me."
But, what if Gumi did get in her way? Minnie's pace slowed as the question presented itself through her minds haze. If Gumi did get in her way, would Minnie have to stop? No, it didn't. She had to make those men pay for everything they have done to Gumi. Make Josh pay for what he's done to her.
The air grew heavier as she neared Gumi's home. She stopped in front of the bricked house, looking at each window to see if any lights were on. Only one was on; the bedroom no doubt. She advanced forward, crowbar firmly in her grasp, and listened to the noises coming out of the house. They made her stomach churn in disgust.
"I think she wants more," Josh's laughing words made Minnie stop. She gritted her teeth together as pain flared from her stab wound.
Vincent's voice shot her like a bullet. "Then why don't we give it to her."
She had to end this. Minnie stalked forward, kicking the door in….
All time seemed to stop once she entered that house of Hell. There was yelling and a feminine scream from the back of the house. But, Minnie heard none of it. She only saw darkness and bright shadows as figures appeared from the back. Those figures move towards her in slow motion; but she was lightning. She moved swiftly with the crowbar raised above her head as the first figure ran towards her. Somehow, in her state, Minnie knew it was Gumi's dad. But she didn't want to kill him yet. So, she swung the crowbar against his side, sending him to the floor.
"Who the hell is that?!"
"I don't know! Just kill him." Josh sounded so petrified. Good; that was good. Minnie's eyes adjusted to the dark and smiled as she focused on the men in front of her.
"Hello," Minnie said gruffly. "I came to retrieve something."
Vincent looked at her, bewildered and confused. "What the fuck are you talking about, man? There's nothing here for you."
"Except for that girl you've been hiding in that room back there." Minnie narrowed her eyes at them, intimidating and biting. She noticed how the three of them tensed, making her chuckle.
"She's mine," Minnie continued with a growl. "I've already made that so long before her father did."
Jeremy looked at her in disgust. "You didn't."
"Oh, but I did."
"This guy's mental!" Josh began to back up, followed shortly by the other two. Minnie slowly advanced towards them.
"Let's have some fun, Josh." Minnie chuckled at his confusion. "Gumi's told me a lot about you our last meeting. She said you were an abusive asshole."
With that, Minnie advanced on him with her crowbar raised. She smiled at the sound of metal on flesh once she hit his skull. There was a satisfying crack and a loud screech. When he fell to the floor, Minnie hit him again in the same spot. Blood splattered on the floor and on her, making her smile. It felt so good. She kept hitting him, not stopping until she couldn't raise the crowbar anymore. By then, Josh's face was unrecognizable.
"Holy shit," Jeremy yelled. "He killed him! He's dead, man, he's dead!"
Minnie grinned mischievously. "And so are…"
A gunshot vibrated through the home. Minnie turned, and stared as Gumi fell to the floor in front of Vincent. He smiled at her, eyes flashing with craze and anger. "Get out of here, Jer. I've got this guy."
Minnie stared down at Gumi's lifeless body in shock. She looked up slowly at her old friend. Dropping the heavy crowbar, she reached into the black hoodies pocket and pulled out the scissors. Jeremy grabbed Gumi's father and ran out of the house.
"It's just you and me, fucker."
"If that's how you want it, then so be it."
She lunged, taking Vincent by surprise. She stabbed the arm holding the gun, but he refused to drop it. He grabbed her by her shoulder and shoved her to the ground. His knee was right on her stitched stab wound. The pain made her groan. He smiled down at her and pressed the gun against her chest….
Vincent watched as his victim arched his back when he shot his gun. The pain in his eyes was satisfying. But…he looked oddly familiar up close.
"Who are you?" Vincent growled deep in his throat and pressed the gun to the stranger's temple. He whimpered quietly; pathetic for a man.
"I never," the stranger coughed, "thought it would end like this, Vincent."
Vincent's eyes grew wide. "Minnie, is that you?!"
Minnie smiled up at him weakly and nodded. "I'm glad it was you who pulled the trigger and not one of them."
"No…no," Vincent said in a panic. He dropped the gun and cradled Minnie's cheek in his bloodied hand. "M-Minnie, you have to stay with me."
"That's not how this works Vincent." Minnie coughed up great amounts of blood, causing Vincent to cringe. "But, for what it's worth, I'm glad I had the privilege to be your friend."
"Minnie stay with me! Don't…don't close your eyes. Just look at me." Vincent pressed his hand to her bullet wound and felt his eyes tear up. He let the tears fall freely, not caring if it seemed weak or not.
"I'm sorry," Vincent sobbed. "I'm so, so sorry for everything I've done."
Minnie smiled sweetly and wiped away Vincent's tears. "Don't be sad, Vince. There's nothing to be sad about."
Vincent held Minnie's hand to his cheek, closing his eyes tightly. "I'm…never going to see you again. I'm never going to see Gumi again."
"I'm going to miss you," Minnie whispered, tears streaming down her own cheeks. "I-I don't think I want to die, Vince."
"And you're not going to. Y-you're going to live." Vincent kissed the palm of his friend's hand, tasting the iron from Josh's blood and the salt from his tears. Minnie whimpered in pain. Vincent kissed her forehead, trying to distract her from the pain.
His kiss traveled down to her lips. Minnie stiffened, but accepted it. She began to cry quietly into the kiss, tears streaming like rain down her cheeks. Vincent deepened the kiss, wiping her tears away gently. She ran a shaky hand through his ponytailed brown hair and wrapped an arm around his back. Vincent refused to pull away from her even when his lungs screamed for air. He wanted this moment to last for as long as it could. But, he soon felt Minnie go limp underneath him. He separated from her, looking down at her limp body. He pressed his forehead to hers and let the tears fall freely once again.
He was never going to forgive himself for what he's done….