103 1: Cruella's Release

U.K. London, England Women's Prison
March 3rd, (2007)

Cruella De Vil sat on an old stool in her grimy prison cell, in front of her cell door, moodly looking out through the iron bars, staring at her other female inmates in their cells. The thought of being stuck in prison again electrified her with fury, which was the only emotion she was able to feel for six whole years. After all, she was so much more than one of those rotton thugs who lived in the other prison cells, for she was a clever mastermind when it came to coming up with the most devious plans.

Cruella growled to herself. "Those cops think they've seen the last of me."

But while Cruella wished for those words to be true, she was still stuck in prison for life for her role in the incident in Paris with the 102 Dalmatians she had stolen from London, England in (2000). Having violated her probation by repeating the offence a second time, Cruella was arrested in Paris by the police and deported back to U.K. London, England. Her probation was revoked, all of her millions were donated to the London dog shelter and she was put back in prison. This time for life. While she was serving a life sentence, Cruella had always hoped one day to be released again and wasn't ashamed to brag about it to anyone who would listen. In fact, she had bragged about it to the other inmates so much, it wasn't long before it spred throughout the whole prison and made it's way to the officers. But none of the other cops paid any attention to her words, and when they actually acknowledged that they heard her, none of them took her seriously. After all, so many of the other prisoners bragged about getting out, yet the probation board wouldn't dare release most of them back into society.

But the day was coming. She could feel her heart beating faster and faster each day. Each Minute brought more and more ecstasy. She couldn't believe it. She was finally going to be released from prison after six whole years. The last time she was doing time for the 101 Dalmatians incident in (1996), she was at least allowed some haircuts and make-up and things to that nature. This time it was different. She had only had one haircut in (2000). Her black and white hair was just reaching her stomach, and her face was starting to age from no skin care at all, but that could be fixed with an intense skin treatment.

Worst of all was she hadn't had a cigarette in 'SIX YEARS.'

Some days went slowly by while others went fast. But Cruella knew how to make the days go by a little faster. She would think about her mansion, her cloths and her "House Of De Vil" plaza.

She simply could not wait any longer to get out of this rotton pittiful excuse for a prison cell.

Cruella waited impatiently inside her cell, which had no windows in it. The walls were also painted gray. "This is inhumane, let me out of here, you idiots!" She then heard footsteps in the corridor. Her heart started beating faster and faster, she thought she was going to faint.

The footsteps belonged to a male police officer who walked over to Cruella's cell door and used the key to unlock and open it. "Well,...it's time, miss De ViL." He spoke in a british accent.

Cruella stood up. She knew it was her time. It was finally time for her to leave this box of scum.

She was escorted by the officer down to the room where they kept the inmates' cloths possessions where she could get her things that they confiscated when she was arrested in Paris.

First they brought out her 'Haute Couture' red and black dyed mink coat. It looked absolutely dreadful. It looked like they had washed it with bleach and glue. The fur was lumped and clumped everywhere. It looked like straight up roadkill.

"What have you done to my one-of-a kind mink coat?" Cruella asked furiously.

"Ma'am, when you came in it was covered in cake dough. We tried to clean it as best as we could." The police officer answered.

"I can't believe this! Do you know what you have done?" Cruella said.

"We are sorr..." That was all the police officer managed to get out before Cruella went into a fit of rage. Absolutely terrifying outrageous RAGE!

"WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, RUINING MY CLOTHS FOR NO REASON?! THIS IS OUTRAGEOUS! I WILL SUE YOU AND THIS WHOLE CITY IF I HAVE TO!" Shouted Cruella. She was in a blind rage when she decided to jump the officer on the otherside of the counter. The security gaurds held her back before she reached the officer.

"You better watch yourself, miss De Vil, or you will go back to your cell for more than six years." The officer said calmly but strictly.

Cruella managed to compose herself, but they could all see the rage in her eyes.

Next they brought out her 'House Of De Vil' black crystal studded dress. It was in OK condition, all though some of the crystals were missing and the lace and fabric were wrinkled beyond recognition.

Cruella made an almost animalistic sound to show her displeasure.

The police then continued to bring out the rest of her possessions, which were in a closed office paper box. She opened the box to find her leather stiletto knee high boots, burnt feather headpiece, white gloves and her diamond and ruby jewlery. The only thing she couldn't find was her 'Clutch' handbag. It was missing!

"Where is my handbag? I need my handbag, it contains all my necesities, such as my car keys, cell phone and cigarettes." Cruella said with an almost pleading voice.

"Sorry, ma'am, you didn't have a handbag with you when you were arrested." Said one of the other officers.

"WHAT?! This is outrageous! Why, you lying little..." Cruella suddenly realized that she had left her handbag behind in Jean Pierre's fur factory when she had gone after the puppies in that old cake factory. She wanted to cry, but she wouldn't. Not in front of people. Not even in front of herself. She was stronger than that, she would get through this.

One hour later, she had changed out of her black and white striped prison uniform and into that wrinkled mess of a dress. She looked awful. Her hair was long and frizzy, no make-up, a busted dress, white gloves and knee high stilettos. Even with the coat, the whole outfit was thrown off and tacky.

~OUTSIDE THE PRISON~

Cruella stood outside the prison gates wondering what to do and where to go. Her mansion was probably condemned or turned into something useless like a museum or a pie shop. Sure, it had only been six years, but a lot could happen in six years.

Cruella was furious. All her hard earned money went to that useless '2'd Chance Dog Shelter.' She didn't even have enough money for a taxi. She desperately wanted her Panther Deville back. Her car, her beloved old car! She had no idea where her car was, she didn't really know anything at this point. She was torturing herself with questions such as; where were all her cloths, where was her car, in what condition was her 'House Of De Vil' plaza...

She could've gone on forever. All she needed to worry about now was what to do next. Cruella took her possessions with her and started walking as the scene faded to black.

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103

DALMATIANS

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