Here is the Devil woman, as promised. Written at *checks clock* quater past eleven at night...I need to sleep 0_o
Wilhelmina Schozzberry: Thanks
FanWriter2012: *pointy smile* Thank you. Pity the puppies, pity the fools! Yep, Madame Medusa will be up at one point. She's brilliant, her and Cruella are the cruellest villains of all time! Medusa calls an orphaned girl ugly then steals her teddy bear, Cruella wants to make a fur coat out of puppies! Definitely pure evil.
MissSkulduggeryPleasant: I love Hades too, he's really funny Yep, villains are so much better than heroes, their plans are so flawless yet those goody-two-shoes just ruin it all and live happily ever after! We must crush it!
"Poison them!"
The sight of dotted puppies collapsed to the ground, whining in pain from their stomach cramps as their mouths started to froth, flashed across my mind.
"Drown them!"
The feeling of squirming puppies wriggling in my hands as they attempted to free themselves of my grip to escape the trenched waters vibrated in my hands.
"Bash them on the head!"
The sound of poker sticks whacking tiny skulls until they cracked open like egg shells and spilt blood over the dusty carpet echoed in my ear-holes.
"Got any chloroform?" I asked, remembering how my father always killed the hunting dogs that fell ill. Jasper and Horace bumbled answers like idiots.
"I don't care how you kill the little beasts but do it and do it now!" I screamed. I furiously sent the toe of my scarlet heel into the screen of the television, sending sparks spraying over the crowd of innocent puppies. They yelped and scrambled away, hiding behind the moth-eaten furniture. "I am not leaving until every single one of those beasts is dead!"
"Oh, can't we wait until the morning?" Jasper whined. "Or at least watch the end of the show first?" My rage flared. I grabbed the bottle of alcohol he was currently drinking from and flung it into the fire. It exploded, making my hair and coat fly everywhere, and I slapped the two imbeciles across their cheeks.
"No you fool; I evidently cannot trust you to carry out the job by morning so I will watch you kill every single one of the beasts!" I screeched. "If you refuse to do so, I'll…I'll call the police!"
The two crooks instantly jumped to their feet, faces pale and eyes wide, and started searching for something to break the puppies skulls' with. Jasper grabbed a thin, iron poker stick from the fireplace; Horace broke a wooden leg off from a stool. We turned to all ninety nine puppies, which all peeked out from their hiding places in fear. Suddenly, there was a ferocious yowl and a tabby cat soared into Jasper's face. Jasper started screaming with pain as the cat ran its claws over his face. The puppies started barking, causing a great racket.
"Throw it onto the floor, you idiot!" I ordered. Jasper grabbed the cat by its tail and swung it against the floor. I quickly grabbed Jasper's poker stick, which had previously fallen to the floor, and brought it down against the cat's head with great force. It hissed in pain and I repeatedly thrashed the tabby with the hard-iron poker stick. I slammed my foot onto its tail so it couldn't escape as I started to kick its neck and strike it hard. Soon, gashes appeared and blood oozed out. I kept beating the feline, my eyes wide with determination.
The cat soon became limp and panting, I stepped away from it. "Look!" I cried in pure horror. "It's stained my best shoes!"
The carcass of the animal lay against the floor like a bundled rug, blood flowing across the floorboards. I kicked it away from me with my shoe until it fell in front of a group of puppies, they yelped and raced away from the carcass and they all huddled together in the corner of the room, fearful. "Kick it outside!" I commanded. "The vermin wouldn't even make a decent purse!"
Jasper, who had now recovered from his attack, grabbed the nearest puppy and held its squirming body down against the floor. He raised his fist and brought it down hard onto the puppy's face. It yelped, an audible crack sounding from its jaw. "Here," I said. "Take this."
I passed Jasper the bloody poker stick. He raised it high like a dagger before plunging it right into the puppy's eye. It writhed in pain, blood pumped from the wound like a fountain. It failed its paws around helplessly until it finally went limp, drowning in a puddle of its own blood. "One down," Jasper spat. "Ninety eight to go."
I grabbed the nearest puppy, held it by its neck and squeezed. It choked and batted me with its tiny paws. I could feel my eye twitch with pleasure as I watched the life drain from its beady eyes. I tightened my grasp, the neck snapped like a twig. The puppy hung from my fist infirmly. "I prefer that you strangle the beasts, or drown them." I told the idiots, who both were beating a puppy to death. "You don't stain the coat with blood them."
As Horace hurried to get a bucket of water, I and made a little pile of puppy carcasses. The pile rose like a spotted mountain; all the puppies crawled to the corners of the room, trying to get as far away from us as possible. I picked up a fat puppy, who whimpered as he thrashed himself about. Horace arrived, carefully carrying a bucket of icy water. I tore off my gloves and plunged the puppy into the murky water, holding the tiny thing right at the bottom. I felt it wriggle in my grasp, hopelessly attempting to reach the surface. A grin spread across my features as I clamped the puppy in the water, the icy chill freezing my fingers. Slowly, the puppy became more effortlessly and soon, stopped thrashing. Hesitantly, I pulled it up to the surface. Eyes wide, it had drowned in the icy water.
"How many down?" I asked as I threw the soaked puppy onto the pile.
"Eighteen."
"We'd better hurry up! Horace, start skinning! Do it in a different room so no blood stains my darling coat!" I ordered. Horace grasped various carcasses by their tails and led them into a different room, the end of a dagger sticking out of his pockets.
One by one, the puppies bit the dust. I took a puppy in each hand and held them down in the cold waters. With each dying babe, a laugh rose in my chest. By the time there was only fifteen left, I was in near hysterics. Jasper had sniggered along, probably not to face my wrath. He didn't understand how hilarious it was.
I was drunk on the amount of power I was feeling. I had the choice to either let the puppies die or to let them live, a choice that can change fate. With each drained life, I pleasured myself in watching their tiny bodies slowly become still, how their eyes were filled with the fear of me: Cruella De Vil! I thought of Anita, darling, and her (I snorted) bashful Beethoven, how devastated and how distraught they would be if they could see me now; if they could see me murdering their innocent puppies. Memo to myself: Visit the two while wearing my new coat and take a picture of their faces before framing it and placing it on my ceiling above my bed so I can laugh at it every time before I go to sleep.
Horace constantly returned, bloodier than before, picking up a handful of fresh dead puppies before taking them away to be skinned. I could have easily watched him skin them; I always watched it when my father had animals skinned to make my new clothing. Over the years, my stomach had become strong. I wouldn't have mind skinning the puppies alive but I didn't want my gorgeous fluffy coat tainted with the blood of some filthy little animals!
Before I knew it, there was a full pile of dead puppies, some of them with their eyes wide open in terror before their lives were cruelly snatched away from them. Have any guilty feelings? Just think that their lives are the price paid for an extremely good cause: my new coat.
"I've done it, miss." Horace muttered as he entered the room. His hands were drenched in the scarlet liquid of blood, his clothes stained crimson and his footprints were the ruby colour. "All of them, skinned. One of them was still alive but I still skinned him."
"That's fine as long as there's a pile of fresh coats-oh." I had pushed past him, storming into the room. There was a massive puddle of blood, the room smelled strongly of it. In a near bucket was a pile of white coats dotted with perfect black spots. A grin stretched across my marvellous features; it was done. "It's brilliant! Absolutely marvellous!"
"Now, we want our boodle!" Jasper claimed, holding out his palm.
"Alright, alright," I sneered. I quickly wrote a check and shoved it into their hands. Not even thanking them or bidding them goodnight, I grabbed the bucket and left the house in a storm, trudging through the snow to make it to my Panther de Ville. I slouched myself inside, tipping the mass of puppy coats into a briefcase I brought with me. Kicking the bucket outside, I ignited my car and drove off at manic speed. As soon as it was just me and the silence of the countryside, I erupted into a fit of laughter and my ribs started aching from all the cackling. I slowed down and stopped, punching my horn while tears streamed down my face. Still sniggering to myself, I wiped them away and drove on.
I wondered how long it would take until Jasper and Horace discover I hadn't signed the check.
I lay sprawled out on my bed, lavishing the soft feel of my new coats. My makers in New York had created six fantastic new coats, all made of Dalmatian puppy fur. I rolled over and took in the scent, the luscious scent of fur. I ran it between my fingers, grinning happily as I rolled around in it and rubbed the fur against my cheeks.
I slipped the coat over my shoulders. I was thin, with large buttons trailing down the front. It had a wide collar, a stitched on belt and the hem came to my ankles. The sleeves bunched up at my wrists, the feel was soft and comfortable. I fell in love with my new coats, enjoying the stalking sight of spots. Anita and her imbecile husband had not given hope on their puppies, yet almost two weeks after their upsetting dog-nap. I laughed in sheer amusement when I secretly knew that they would never find their beloved puppies. That is, of course, unless they met me while I was wearing my fabulous, marvellous, fantastic, brilliant, amazing new fine-coated, spotted coat!