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1. I do not own the characters of Cherri, Sir Pentious or Angel as they belong to Vivienne Medrano. Anyone else is just made up.
2. Though my first fanfic with Hazbin Hotel, it's not my overall fic.
3. I like to write in script form. I've been doing this since 2004. If you don't like it, I can respect, its how I like to write.
4. I'd be in denial if I were to start this as T-Rating…and since most of my stories end up M-Rated, this one will be no different. For those who know me…that's to be expected.
5. There will be warnings on each chapter, depending on the content, so not to offend.
6. Some characters maybe OTT (Over the Top) or even OOO (Out of Character), since it's my fanfiction, I'm in control of that.
7. Just enjoy. Life is too short to be offended by a fanfic.
8. I enjoy Helluva Boss more, if anyone asks…
Let's get started.
WARNING: This chapter will contain strong language and violence.
Chapter 1
Late evening. Time: Unknown.
A man was tied to a wooden chair. His hands and feet binded to together, along with some thick rope tied around his chest to the chair. It was a police officer and he was beaten to a pulp, as blood trickled through his mouth and dripping all his uniform. He was panting and couldn't take the pain anymore. Tears were streaming down his eyes…as he quietly sobbed.
Two goons had beaten this officer up, while another man was sitting and watching. He was in the shadows but the dimly lit room showed a silhouette of a top hat that his stranger was wearing. Whoever this man was, he started to yawn and stood up…he ordered his goons to move out of the way. The police officer adverted his eyes down, breathing heavily. The stranger was well dressed: The gentlemen was wearing a suit which is grey with yellow vertical stripes with a black and yellow bow tie and snake skinned shoes…along with a top hat on his head, with a yellow ribbon around it.
This man walked closer to the police officer.
SUITED MAN: You see, officer, I don't want to hurt you…but you just gosh darn make it hard for me not to. I'm afraid, in the likely event you don't tell me some information, the force will have to arrange your funeral. (Sighs) You don't want to die, do you, officer?
POLICEMAN: (Heavy breathing) N…No…
SUITED MAN: Then I'll ask the rather simple question again…where is Claire "Cherri" Bomb?
POLICEMAN: I…I don't…know…
SUITED MAN: Hmph! (Inpatient. To the goons) Hurt him!
The suited man steps aside, as his two goons punch the officer in the face and chest. The policeman whimpers, begging for mercy. The suited man indicates for his goons to stop…and they do. The police officer spits out blood.
SUITED MAN: (Pulls out an egg from his pocket) Every man eventually cracks through the pain they are given. (He breaks the egg and just simply drinks the yolk from the shell and then tosses the remains to one side) And you, sir, are about to crack. Now tell me, because this is your last chance. Where…is…Claire "Cherri" Bomb?!
POLICEMAN: I don't know! (Gasping through pain) I haven't seen her for about-
SUITED MAN: (Interrupts) Ugh! I'm bored now! I'm bored of this!
The suited man presses a button on his cufflinks, and out sides a gun on a mechanism. The officer screams at the sight, frantically trying to get out of his binds but it was no use. The suited man then points the gun at the officer.
POLICEMAN: WAIT! WAIT! FOR FUCK SAKE, JUST-…(Gulps and whimpers) I-I HAVEN'T SEEN HER FOR TWO MONTHS! SHE WAS STRUCK OFF!
This grabs the suited man's attention, as he slowly moved his gun away from the officer. His eyebrow raised.
SUITED MAN: Struck off?
POLICEMAN: (Frantic) Yeah! Yeah, struck off! She was struck off!
SUITED MAN: And what do you mean by "Struck off"?
POLICEMAN: (Panting) You know…struck off, she was dismissed by the force…
SUITED MAN: Oh. (Turns his back on the policeman) And why was that…?
POLICEMAN: (Bows his head) She…she wanted to find out who killed her friend. A guy…called Angel or something, I dunno. But all I know is that…she took the investigation into her own hands and…killed people to find out who done it...(Takes a deep breath and looks up at the suited man)…kinda like you, isn't it?
SUITED MAN: So it seems…
POLICEMAN: (Closes his eyes as tears drip down his cheek) I've told you what I know…but it's not gonna be enough, is it?
SUITED MAN: No.
POLICEMAN: I'm gonna die…aren't I?
SUITED MAN: You always were…
The policeman sobs a little, as the suited man turns around, ready to point the gun at him. The policeman then begins to chuckle, if a little nervously.
POLICEMAN: There's something else…
SUITED MAN: Oh, do tell!
POLICEMAN: She knows you did it…Pentious
SUITED MAN: (Turns around) Does she now…?
POLICEMAN: Yeah. She knows…and she's off the grid. You don't need to find her…she'll eventually find you!
SUITED MAN: Oh, well that's good. That'll save me the trouble.
Without hesitation, the suited man shots the officer in the head, as the bullet rips through him and spitting out chucks of flesh and blood from the other side. The officer dies instantly as he limps in his binds.
SIR PENTIOUS: And it's "Sir" Pentious. I didn't get where I am by being a common door mat. I got where I am by inventing things…and it put me on the map.
GOON 1: Uh, I think he's dead, sir…
SIR PENTIOUS: Yes, I know that, you stupid scramble egg. I was just being villainess.
GOON 2: What shall we do with the body boss?
SIR PENTIOUS: Cut him up into pieces and send him to his widow. That form of action will certainly bring that whore to me, once she hears what has happened.
GOON 1: Do you want us to look for this…Cherri, boss?
SIR PENTIOUS: (Smirks) No. As this officer said, she'll find me…she'll come to me. (Starts to laugh manically) Mm mmm mwhahahaha…HA HA HA HAAAAAAA!
…
Meanwhile.
Though it was close to midnight, a small diner was still open…with only a few staff still working and cleaning the tables, while there was only two customers still sitting down. A man just finishing his meal, reading a paper on a table booth…and a young woman sitting at the counter, with only a half drunken coffee next to her. Her skin is mostly pale with a few freckles and was wearing a red crop top, with a red leather jacket over it that had printed white writing on the back which read "Cherri"…and black jean shorts and ripped black leggings underneath. Her hair was blond but mixed with pink dye at the ends, with a ponytail. For her footwear, she wore leather made high boots. Though the first feature that people noticed, was her eye patch…blind in one eye, from one of her missions.
This, of course, was Claire but loved to be called Cherri…mainly because her surname was "Bomb" and liked the sound of Cherri Bomb as her name, ever since she was a little girl back at school and playing around with fireworks and cherry bombs during classes and causing so much trouble…but recently…she was dismissed by the police force, for breaking a lot of rules…which is a shame, since she was great at her job…but she'd do anything to find her friends killer. Since the police couldn't give a damn about a lowly pornstar.
Cherri was looking at her phone, scrolling through her pictures of her and Angel, her best friend and at times, an informant…since the guy new everything that was going on in the real world…the dark world…the underworld of crime.
The picture she stopped at…was of her and Angel posing, making rock and roll signs with their hands and sticking their tongues out at the camera, with loads of drinks in front of them. That was a good night.
She closed her one good working eye and a tear rolled down her check.
CHERRI: (To herself) It was my fault, wasn't it? (Sighs sadly) I got you to help me…I got you into this…to bring down the bastards and any bomb threats in this city…(Sniffs)…and now you paid the price, all because of me. (Squeezes her phone) But down worry, Angie…I'll get him. You bet my last bomb I will. I'll fucking…kill him.
VOICE: Hey…?
Cherri almost jumped out of her seat, as she was startled by the waitress. The waitress stepped back with her hands up.
WAITRESS: Whoa, honey, take it easy! I…I didn't mean to scare you.
CHERRI: (Slightly annoyed) You didn't scare me. I…I don't scare easily…
WAITRESS: Well, I'm sorry, either way. But…we're closing up now…
Cherri looked around and could see that everything was packed away. She didn't realize how quick time had passed. She nodded, understanding the request.
CHERRI: Uh, before you close…you don't serve beer, do ya?
WAITRESS: Oh, I mean…we do but I've just locked the fridges and-
The waitress was interrupted by Cherri who put a twenty dollar bill on the counter. Twenty was way too expensive for one beer but Cherri didn't care.
CHERRI: I insist. I'll take it with me. And keep the change…
The waitress sighed but that was a pretty decent tip and reluctantly took the twenty and went to get a beer from the fridge. Cherri stood up.
CHERRI: I need to use your toilet quick.
WAITRESS: Okay.
Cherri pushed away her stool and started walking down the other end of the diner, going passed the man reading his newspaper and straight into the woman's toilets. The man stopped reading his paper and looked towards the slowly closing toilet door…he then pulled his phone out of his pocket and started ringing someone.
MAN: Hey, hey, boss! She's here! (Pause) That woman you were after, she's actually here, at this diner I'm at. (Pause) Uh-huh…okay. Don't worry, boss, I'll put an end to her and your problems. (Pause) Yeah, I'll ring you when I'm done.
The man hangs up and goes straight into the woman's toilet, making sure he's not seen. He enters quickly.
The size of the room was pretty standard for a toilet dinner, though the man noticed how nicer it smelt than the men's. He saw five cubicles and all were closed. He did a double take at the door, making sure no one would come in. He gently and quietly pulled out his gun…and as sound as a mouse, gently screwed a silencer at the end of his gun's barrel. There small gaps between the cubicle door and the floor…and he kneeled down to see if anyone was in them and to his luck, he spotted the same pair of red boots that Cherri wore, third cubicle down and no one else was there…that was the good news…they were alone.
The goon tiptoed towards the third cubicle, thinking how easy of a kill this was gonna be…the one to kill off the famous Claire "Cherri" Bomb. He took a stance and his gun was at the ready…
He took a deep breath…and then kicked the door in and straight away pulling the trigger letting off four rounds…
But he gasped…no one was there, except the bullets impaled into the tiled cracked wall…and the red leather boots, stood up. Cherri was nowhere to be found.
GOON: Wha…what the fu…?
CHERRI: Do you mind? People are trying to shit in here!
The goon looked up to where her voice came from, and noticed Cherri was over-looking from the other cubicle, most likely standing from the other toilet…but before the goon could react, Cherri grabbed him by the collar, using all her strength to pull him up…he tried to point his gun at her but she grabbed his hand, and twisted it, making him let go of the gun…he screamed, as she kept pulling him up and over the cubicle wall, until he was half way over, she had enough slack to wrap her arms around his neck…he started to choke and flay his arms and legs, kicking the ceiling in his struggle. Cherri had no remorse for him, as she tightened her grip and watch his eyes roll back and his lips turning blue…no scream could exit from him…as his struggle became weaker and weaker…until he limp. Cherri panted and smiled a wicked grin…and then she let go of the lifeless man, as gravity pulled him towards the floor…his head twisted to one side, breaking his neck easily…if he weren't dead from Cherri's chokehold, he was definitely dead from that impact.
Cherri got her breath back, a little excited from that rush…after a few moments admiring her actions, and she searched the dead goon's pockets and found a mobile: A clue to who this was. She grabbed her boots and quickly left the toilet.
As she walked back into the dinner, she saw the waitress looking a little concerned. Cherri ran her hands through her hair, trying to look…normal.
WAITRESS: What happened?
CHERRI: Oh, just a shit I had to take care of. (Pulls some money out and slams about 500 dollars onto the counter in front of the waitress) Oh and if you happen to see a dead man in there…you didn't see me, right?
WAITRESS: (A little scared but nods) Right…
CHERRI: Good! (See's her beer) Ah, thanks for that. (Grabs it) You take care now.
Cherri almost skips out of the dinner, which the waitress looking dumbfounded.
…
A few minutes later, Cherri is sitting in her car, as the rain pelts down like heavy taps. Cherri found the pitter-patter of the rain quite soothing. She sighed as she took a swig of her beer and looked at the phone she stole…it was pin coded. She tried a couple of attempts but to no avail. Just then her phone went off, as it vibrated on the dashboard…it was from her supervisor…she rolled her eyes and carried on drinking and trying to guess the pin number.
The phone kept vibrating…and eventually she answered the phone…but didn't speak.
SUPERVISOR (On Phone): Cherri…? Cherri, are you there? (Cherri doesn't respond and the supervisor sighs) God damn it, Cherri, stop playing these games! Just talk to me! (No response) Why answer your phone, Cherri, if you're not gonna talk! (No response) What happen to you, Cherri…you used to be the best bomb disposal expert in the precinct, probably the state and now you're going off the rails because of some…some fucking pornstar? (Cherri frowns at this point) Don't fuck up your career for this lowlife, GET YOUR ACT TOGETHER, DAMN IT! JUST STOP-
Cherri hangs up and tosses her phone to one side.
She stares at the goon's phone…this definitely had a clue to where Sir Pentious was…and the best place to get all the info from this phone and track someone is the equipment from the police station.
That…was her next destination and couldn't give a damn if she was suspended.
CHERRI: You'll be mine soon enough, Sir Pentious. And I'm gonna laugh at the pain I'm gonna inflict on you…
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End of Chapter.