Chapter 5: Jailhouse Alliance

?'s POV

Eleven years…

Eleven fucking years I've been stuck in this rotting hellhole of a prison. All because those god damn spotty mutts had to get in the way of "fixing my personal mistake". And now I'm left to rot in a series of blank walls staring through the smallest window I've ever seen. God, how I wish I had just pulled out at the last second, then that little shithead wouldn't have gotten me in this mess. The cells don't even have a TV. Not like I give a shit anyway since I'd probably end up changing the channel to one of those ads with those prima-donna dogs and that little asshole with them. What I don't get however is why they shoved me into a cell with two beds, police nowadays are getting more dumber with everyday.

My train of thought was cut short when I heard my cell door unlock and creak open but I didn't turn away from the window to see what was going on, the ambience filled with footsteps followed by a voice probably coming from one of the officers.

"Alright Wester, you're sharing with a cell mate now. Treat her how you'd want to be treated or I won't be afraid to take matters into my own hands." The cell door slammed shut and locked but I just continued staring out the window without a word. Unfortunately, my peace wouldn't last long as I heard an elderly woman's voice.

"So, seems like you'll be spending the rest of your years with me then. Just don't get any funny ideas." My face scrunched in frustration as I muttered out my response. "Piss off, lady, what I do with my time is none of your damn business."

"Well, someone's got a sharp tongue. Almost like someone I thought I knew and trusted." She mocked before her tone darkened with anger upon recalling someone, possibly the one who got her in here in the first place. "Oh how I had hoped that my bloodline wouldn't end like this, to die in a cell when all I wanted was to fulfill my great grandmother's dream. To make the most beautiful fur coat out of the freshest and youngest of puppies." She sighed hopelessly as I blinked in slight confusion.

"A fur coat out of a bunch of mutts. You can't be serious." I grunted in disbelief. Why the hell would anyone want to wear the fur of some mangy dogs? "Wherever I would go, people would've seen a beautiful woman in spots. White like the fresh dairy cream and spots black like darkness and my good for nothing SO-CALLED GRAND NEPHEW RUINED EVERYTHING!" She suddenly screamed in rage, throwing something against a wall as it clattered to the floor.

Wait a minute… Spots in white… Well, so much for telling her to mind her own business.

"...Are you talking about… those ones called 'Dalmatians'?" I questioned, finally turning to face her. She was way older than I thought, she was so skeletally thin it was like I was talking to Skeletor's grandma. Her hair coloured in strands of black and white stuck out messily. She appeared to be wearing nothing but black apart from red heels and there were multiple cracks on her face like she was a living china statue, accompanied by deranged bloodshot eyes as they faced mine.

"Yes… You've no doubt seen a few of them, haven't you?" She asked as I scowled in aggravation.

"Yeah. Eleven years ago. About four of them when I was trying to get rid of my pathetic mistake of a son. One of them was probably a girl I think. Dumb bitch just had to go after me and then I was jumped by triples. All looked the damn same, down to the fur." I slumped onto my cell bed opposite of the woman's, whom chuckled as a smile crept up on her face.

"Tell me, my boy. Did this girl Dalmatian have long ears, orange and blue collars and black on her arms and legs?" She asked me rather endearingly. I thought hard back to that night before I knocked that little slut out with the crowbar and even after eleven years, I still remember her. Didn't help with the fact that her and those three often appeared in my dreams, turning them into god forsaken nightmares.

"Yeah. So what of it?" I spat out as her grin grew larger. "Let's just say that it seems you and I have a common enemy. That Dalmatian belongs to a family of them that had the very fur I needed to have my coat of spots. One hundred and one of them." That last statement ultimately threw me off. Was any woman that crazy enough to have over ninety children, assuming the ninety-nine of them were all offspring, especially an anthro? I quickly brushed that aside to remember what the woman had just told me prior and then remembered her say something about a grand nephew.

"...You said something about your grand nephew. What happened between you and him?" The lady snarled in disgust as I asked this. "Hunter… That insufferable little traitor. Just as I'm about to take some fur from that family's youngest, he stops me and nearly gets me killed in that god damn machine!" She slammed her fist against the wall behind her. Seems like she wasn't the only one who had to deal with an insolent child. She composed herself before her grin returned.

"You, my dear may have just given me an idea. But only if you're willing to co-operate. Agree and not only will we both have freedom but we can finally get our own back at those who wronged us. You with your boy and me with Hunter and those Dalmatians."

Normally I don't trust anyone but myself, but spending eleven years in a dull cell full of assholes who have tried to beat me down for what I tried to do was taking it's toll on me. Not to mention, she was a lot more friendly to me than any of the other prisoners were, so if this is a deep risk for vengeance, then it's a risk I'm willing to take.

"I'm listening." I nodded in agreement as her grin didn't falter.

"Good. But before we get anywhere, we're going to need a third wheel. Someone to help us get those Dalmatians and your boy, because they'll stop at nothing to have us thrown back in here if we try to get them ourselves." She said when suddenly we both heard the cell door unlock. I quickly rushed to the side of the doorway behind the opening door with an idea in my head as an officer stepped in.

"What the hell? Where is-"

The officer wouldn't be able to finish his sentence as I immediately jumped him from behind, grabbing him by the neck and slamming his forehead against a wall, knocking him out. I quickly closed the door to avoid getting spotted by any passing officers and reached for his phone. The lady meanwhile, watching with an impressed smirk as I tapped in a random number, hoping that whoever on the end would be willing to co-operate with us.

Brian's POV

Another beer glass in front of me, empty. It had been only a few days since I was released from juvenile prison and after finding out my parents had in the end decided to disown me for all the shit I've done. The only thing I thought of to do was to drink until I could forget.

After that little fucking turd in my old school of Yateley somehow managed to kick my head in eleven years ago, I ran straight to my hotel room, hoping that my mom and dad would press charges against him and give him what he deserves for making me look like an idiot. Before I could however, some horse lady in a police uniform came to us and told my parents that not only had I been putting other kids at school in their place for years from reports from their parents but that I had been "harassing one of them who had been dealing with parental abuse and assaulting anthros", both of which according to her were serious enough offences to have me thrown in juvey for a good long while. I seriously can't believe that the police actually believed any of Cody's bullshit.

And now here I am, already having gulped down several pints of beer trying to wash that memory out of my head for good. I was about to ask for another beer when I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. Maybe it was my parents realizing how much of a stupid mistake they made abandoning me and were calling me to beg me to come back. I pressed the button to answer the call and held the phone to my ear.

"This better be important." I grumbled as my answer was met seconds later.

"Oho darling, I think it will be if you're willing to do something for us." A woman's voice rang from the other end, nearly catching me off guard. I hesitated on what to say before responding with this.

"...What do you want?"

"Just answer me something. Are you alone right now?" I looked around after the voice asked this, the bar was fairly occupied including the bartender. Figuring out that this was meant to be a private conversation, I got off the bar stool and went outside before looking around to find no one else in the area. "Now I am. Now stop being so damn cryptic and tell me what you want from me."

"Well my boy, let's say if all things go swimmingly, you'll be swimming in your share of money after what I have planned succeeds." Money, the one thing no one can say "No" to. "All I need you to do is meet us outside H.M.P Wandsworth and we'll talk more there." I blinked in realisation at what the place this voice was referring to was.

"A-Are you fucking insane? If you're going to ask me to do a heist in a prison or break you out, fuck that, I'm not going back to prison after being let out!" I yelled angrily into my phone, my answer was met with another voice, this one more masculine.

"LISTEN HERE, YOU LITTLE BASTARD! I'VE DRONED THROUGH THIRTEEN RANDOM NUMBERS TRYING TO FIND SOMEONE WHO'LL HELP ME TAKE CARE OF THAT LITTLE FUCKER, CODY AND HIS MUTT FAMILY AND I AM GOING TO LOSE MY SHIT IF YOU DON'T-"

The voice was cut off before the former voice I heard before returned on the line. "Don't mind my friend there. He's quite unhinged right now." Suddenly I picked up on what the other voice just said. That other voice just mentioned someone called "Cody". Did they mean… No, they couldn't have.

"...Did your "friend" just mention Cody?" I asked, wondering if I had heard right. "Oho yes. It's not just Cody he's after but I'm after some Dalmatians myself." The voice confirmed.

That was when I remembered that the anthro I had been messing with before Cody came and got my ass thrown in juvey was in fact a Dalmatian. A part of me just wanted to say that it was all just a big coincidence. "...Cody Wester?" I finally asked.

"Mhm, that's the one."

…

I fucking knew it. Whoever this voice was seemed to know about the kid I hated the most after what he had put me through. "And you won't need to worry about busting us out or doing anything to the prison, we'll take care of escaping ourselves. All I ask is that are you in or are you out?"

The memory of that little rat stepping up to me and kicking me in the balls flashed in my head, making me angrier and angrier every time it replayed in my mind. If there was one thing I wanted in this world, it was to get sweet unsolicited revenge on that son of a bitch for ruining my life.

"Deal." I snarled before hanging up and heading off to find whatever I could that would help me get directions to the prison they were being held at.

?'s POV

I rubbed my cheek where the lady had just punched me and cut off my outburst. God damn, for a frail old woman who's probably ninety-four, she hits real hard. I heard her chuckle deviously as she put the phone down and smiled at me.

"He's in. Now all we gotta do is get out of here." I frowned at her in response. "Yeah okay, clever clogs, but how do we plan on leaving then?" She merely pointed at the still unconscious officer before removing his coat and holding it out to me.

Minutes later, the officer was now in nothing but his socks and underpants as I shuffled a bit in the uniform I was now wearing. If this didn't work, then I don't know what will. We both moved him onto my cell bed and put the cover over him before the woman put a bunch of spare pillows on her mattress and put the blanket over it. That way, if any officers came to check on us, they'd instead think we were both just sleeping.

I cracked the door open a little and peeked around the hallway, currently no officers on patrol as me and the woman stepped out of our cell, locking the door shut and going straight for the fire exit doorway, my hand on her shoulder to make it look like I was an officer transferring her to another cell.

After a few close calls, we were out of the prison minutes later. Thank god for Lady Luck being on our side this time.

"Now… Where's that guy you talked with on the phone?" I wondered, looking around the open area.

"I'm guessing you're referring to me." Me and the lady looked over to see a man in an Iron Maiden hoodie, dirty jeans and messy black hair and stubble beard. "Who the hell are you?" I asked as I removed my police uniform disguise and dumped it in a bin. "Brian Palmer. Now which of you was the one who said I'd be able to get my revenge on Cody along with a good fortune?" He answered to which the lady walked over to him. "That would be me, young man. Have to say, you're a lot younger than I thought." She pointed out as I just scoffed. "So what's the plan then?" He asked as I rejoined the two.

"We plan ahead on how to breach their home. One of them is a real brainiac so he probably now has the whole place fortified after last time. When the time is right, you do what you must to make sure they come to us alive. Cody and his family of Dalmatians." The lady explained, clenching a fist in deep thought. Seems like an easy enough plan for me, but just one thing stuck out to me. "Okay, but what about when the police find out we're gone? Then what?" The lady turned to me, having seemingly already planned ahead of that. "We'll hole up somewhere they won't think to look. Somewhere that no one else has ever been to." Brian nodded at this. "Whatever it is I have to do, I'll do it. As long as I get to kick the shit out of Cody." I glared at Brian, wanting to deal with Cody myself but I didn't say anything since he was going to be important in our plan for vengeance.

"Now then, my dear." The lady addressed me before continuing. "I don't believe we've been properly introduced. You are…?" The lady held out a hand for me to shake, to which I did so before giving her my answer.

"Kevin Wester." After that, it was now her turn to introduce herself.

"Cruella. Cruella De Vil the Fourth."

A/N: To answer your question, Brody R.E. Hall, just because Cody and DJ are popular at Regent's Park doesn't mean they'll automatically get a record deal especially when all they're doing is covering existing songs.

Also, please STOP begging for such a convoluted plotline where Cody makes a studio and raises funds for Da Vinci's Art Studio and Deepak's whatever, etc. I heard you the first time and I have zero plans to do such a thing.