Snapshots: She Lurks In Mysterious Ways

"this Nigel person is fascinating," Mysterious Lurker thought approvingly as she traveled through the screenplay.

"whoa!"

the Lurker slid back behind the wall, peering carefully through the gap in the window blind as two women engaged in a knock-down, no-holds-barred fight to the death.

"that is one seriously pissed-off chick!" she whispered to herself as the victor sliced off her foe's ears before killing her. "but ears? no. it's either too graphic for a woman, or not graphic enough for a seriously pissed-off woman."

she thought about this, then made a modification to the script, nodding to herself. "much better."

"good grief!"

the Lurker shook her head as the female protagonist engaged in yet another confrontation, this time wearing a skin-tight black suit reminiscent of Catwoman.

"too hackneyed." she changed it to a smart business suit and watched for a bit, then erased her new description. she thought another minute, then her eyes lit up and she started writing again. "yellow. an homage to the master. perfect!"

she continued to skim through the script, making minor corrections here and there. she reached the end and leaned back, exhausted and mostly satisfied.

"very clever, and just the right balance of camp & violence to be thoroughly entertaining. it's just this Nigel person. so complex and fascinating, and certainly worthy of being the target of cold revenge. it's just....Nigel...that's the problem. How can somebody named Nigel be this evil?"

she stared at the heart tattoo on her arm with the name Nigel written across it. Nigel faded out to be replaced with Kevin, followed by Steve, Gilbert, Maximillian, Pierre, Gomez, Bill..."Bill," she read aloud. "Kill Bill. i like it!"