All You Need Is Kill

by Hiroshi Sakurazaka

If there’s a heaven, it’s a cold place. A dark place. A lonely place.

I’d even heard Hollywood was gonna make a movie about her, but I was already in the UDF by the time it came out, so I never saw it.

The Americans called Rita the Full Metal Bitch, or sometimes just Queen Bitch. When no one was listening, we called her Mad Wargarita.

Of course, there were only three kinds of battle to begin with: fucked up, seriously fucked up, and fucked up beyond all recognition.

“Your mother must have been disappointed when the abortion only killed your conscience,”

fear. I was in the valley of the shadow of death, no two fucking ways about it, but I had Rita at my side.

“Being queen isn’t all bad, you know.”