Hey there, I thought I would try my hand at doing something a tad bit darker than normal. If this goes well (and by going well, I mean getting plenty of feedback) I might do more epilouge stories for other villains. Oh, if you happend to be a Cruella fan, you might want to skip this, it might freak you out.
Disney owns Cruella, the other characters are mine.
London
Harold looked on as the police cleaned up the padded cell in front of them "Bloomin' shame what happened" Harold muttered as he carved a bird out of his small bar of soap. "Oi, who the hell are you muttering on about?" came a disgruntled voice belonging to his "business partner" Carl. He looked at his companion in utter shock "You mean you don't know? The tosser across from us upped and hung herself!" Carl dropped the book he was reading "I was during my duties last night, never 'eard anything"
Harold returned to watching the police "Yep, the crazy bird went ballistic and hung herself on the ceilin' beam. Not to mention doing a number on her wrist" he shuddered a bit as he recalled the events he alone witnessed last night
Glorious furs, beautiful furs
All shall make grand coats hehehe
Marking the page in his book, Carl joined his partner and watched on "Yea, I remember that lady. Bloody nut she was. All she could talk about was furs and puppies. Never thought it would get this far…" he too shuddered at a memory of the former cell dweller.
You fools! You will all pay for this!
When I get out of here, you all will be sorry you ever took me in!
He could remember the screaming and the wailing coming from her cell, the constant nights of pleading with the guards. He found it odd that she would shriek at the sight of the guard dogs. Then it all seemed to stop and transform into small nonsensical ramblings.
The midnight howl
It calls for me, it yearns for me hehehe
"Well, nothing we can do now 'cept hope the guards can pick through her belongins" Harold said, breaking the silence. Returning to his cot, he took one last view into the cell. Rocks, he noticed, lots of rocks. They were from the prison yard, nothing special….
Wait, the eyes.
Those piercing devil eyes, he could of sworn….sworn he saw them peering out from under the rocks.
Hehehe they will pay, they will all pay!
NO ONE SHALL EVER IMPRISON CRUELLA DEVILL!
AHAHAHAHA!