And now, for more chaos starring a lizard girl and a one-eyed demon. Writing is fun!
Even as Cherri Bomb and Demencia were teleported away to even God does not know where, they never stopped their catfight. The two spent the entire trip grappling and beating each other with the demoness still not being fazed while Demencia started slowing down after about a dozen blows to the head.
When they finally exited the bizarre energy stream, the two found themselves rolling down a snowy mountainside until they came to a stop several dozen feet at the bottom. The portal ended up stuck in several feet of snow.
Once they finally came to a stop, Cherri looked up at the now open night sky and took a moment to realize she had not seen snow in decades. Demencia was too busy trying to noisily gnaw Cherri's arm off to no avail to notice the change in scenery.
Their little feud was brought to an end by a white-camouflaged jeep driving up to them from a nearby road. From the vehicle emerged two emotionless goons carrying submachine guns on their belts and wearing bright-red vests and snow-covered hats.
"You two, this private government property! Come with us or we'll shoot!" spoke one of the grunts in a heavy Asian accent. Cherri backhanded the still-biting Demencia and rolled her eye at the duo. She noticed they weren't the least bit put off by her demonic appearance which either meant they were very brave, very stupid, or very much partaking in some PCP which Cherri could go for right now.
The she-demon walked towards them as they pointed their guns at her, finally getting Demencia's mind away from turning Cherri's skull into a novelty mug as a tribute to Black Hat.
"Don't move another step!" commanded the other grunt, causing Cherri to chuckle. Before the two could pull the trigger, she stepped towards them with her inhuman speed and punched one in the chest hard enough to send her fist through his torso. He literally dropped dead with his weapon fully loaded as Cherri yanked out her hand and blood came rushing out of the large wound. His companion was now shaking in his boots and making the snow under his feet yellow, but he still did not waver.
"Damn, I never knew humans were so fragile…" she giggled to herself as she imagined all the fun she could have at this point with this combined with being more-or-less indestructible in the mortal world.
The remaining soldier, however, was far less amused and opened fire on her. Even as she was peppered with bullets, though, she barely reacted. Demencia, however, decided she wanted to have fun too. She proceeded to pick up the fallen soldier's SMG and fire around twenty rounds or so into his legs causing to fall backwards into the snow as his lower half become two geysers of blood.
"Okay, now I feel better!" remarked the demented minion as she then picked up the barely-alive soldier and literally threw him into the back of the vehicle he drove up in by smashing him through the rear-view window. She then turned on the ignition and simply let the car roll down the mountainside, crashing over multiple snowbanks until it hit a large rock and went up in a fiery explosion.
"Wow, that was brutal even by my standards," commented Cherri, begrudgingly impressed with the redhead's creative execution.
"Thanks! I once killed an intruder in Black Hat's lair by sending him through a wall back outside, then used the stones to smash his skull open! Did you know brains really are pink? Cartoons have enlightened me!"
Cherri had to laugh at her. When she was not being an obsessive stalker, this girl could be absurdly funny. That's when Cherri got a very, very twisted idea.
"Saaaay, I have a hunch this island could be a lot of fun. What do you think about finding more uptight military goons and ripping them a new one?"
"Can I use this anvil?" asked Demencia, who was suddenly holding the massive metal tool in her hands.
"Why?"
"Because my Roadrunner gospel teachings demand it!" she exclaimed as she knelt in the snow and kowtowed to her animated gods, banging her head on the anvil in reverence.
"Oh yeah, this is gonna be a riot…" Cherri giggled to herself in anticipation, before remembering one crucial detail:
Demencia was still a human. A very, very deranged and potentially lethal human, but still flesh and bone. Thus, she was still subject to the many pesky inconveniences of life like hunger, disease, permanent bodily harm and menstrual cycles. The one-eyed maniac pondered what to do until she conveniently remembered the device they brought with them on their trip. Her already fiendish expression got even worse as a great, yet terrible idea came to her.
"Oooh, that's a plotting-evil-stuff face! I get those after eating enough sugar sticks and watching violent anime! What's your plan? What's your plan?!"
"I know the perfect way to make you into the perfect partner for island-trashing."
Demencia literally squeed with excitement. "What's the plan? Do you need an anvil? Booze? A gallon of Flug's blood?"
"No, tempting but no, and what-the-fuck. No, this plan is VERY simple…" She picked up the other fallen submachine gun and pointed at Demencia.
"Step one: You go to Hell."
And with that cheery sendoff Cherri loaded dozens of rounds into the lizard girl who, while many things, was far from bulletproof. At least two bullets pierced her brain and many, many more tore up her internal organs rendering the hyperactive stalker completely calm for the first time in years as blood oozed out from dozens of holes.
"Step two," spoke Cherri with no concern for the first-degree murder she just committed, "Get your ass back here."
It only took Cherri a minute to drag the metal portal off the snow-covered mountainside to relatively flat ground. It seemed Cherri really did not know her own strength in the living world as she inspected the endeavor to take much longer. Either way, she was happy to see that Demencia's dead body was already gone and was on its way downstairs.
What did take Cherri a decent amount of time was figuring out how to operate the thankfully-waterproof portal as she spent most of the time swearing and holding herself back from smashing it in a rage because she could not get the blasted thing to work. Who knew a fusion of necromancy and modern technology would be so hard to operate?
Eventually Cherri managed to get the commands down and activated the infernal device. The same swirling red vortex appeared and out walked Demencia, looking remarkably similar to her old self considering she was now a demon. The only differences she had was completely black sclera, vertical-slit pupils for her still yellow eyes and the typical fanged mouth that was on every face in Hell.
"YOU'RE HOME IS AWESOME!" cheered the now demonic-lizard-girl hybrid. "Do all the vending machines down there have cocaine?!"
"Most of them, and when there's none of that, you could always just mix that leftover bottle of liquor with whatever you swipe from the nearest douchebag's medicine cabinet. That's a fun afternoon…"
With her plan clearly a success, Cherri brought her new partner-in-crime along as they scanned the mountain looking for a military base to trash. They were not disappointed as they soon found a mountaintop facility with cable cars connecting to several smaller outposts. The two took off, also looking to see how much faster they were in the land of the living. Despite the base still being miles away and snow still raining down, the duo made it there in minutes.
The diabolical duo then walked up to the nearest guard station, currently occupied by a higher-ranked soldier carrying an assault rifle with a Gatling gun in front of him for extra intimidation. The guard pointed his weapon at both of them as they approached.
"No trespassing! This property of Panau government!" he shouted in his best English, causing the two to merely look at each other before turning to him.
"Panau, huh? That's what this island's called?" asked Cherri in her best tone.
"Leave now or be shot!"
"Rude," grunted Demencia. The guard pointed the two-handed weapon at her, but she merely smirked and put her mouth around the barrel of the gun and sucked it like it was a lollipop.
Before the very confused, and slightly turned-on, guard could pull the trigger he found a small red explosive roll right next to him before getting blown to smithereens.
"Nice distraction! I'm pretty sure you gave him a boner before he died!" complimented Cherri as Demencia took the weapon for herself.
"I love tasting military hardware and now Flug can't bitch at me that I might 'Get tetanus' or some other crap."
With the alarm properly raised and troops headed towards them, the two charged in with Demencia's new gun literally blazing. Before Cherri could do anything, she had shot four of the incoming guards dead. Not one to be outdone, Cherri picked up the Gatling gun from its stand and began firing at everyone that moved. It took several minutes, but soon another fifteen Panau soldiers laid in front of them on top of the ones her friend shot earlier. Demencia was speechless.
"Holy shit! Does this monster have a bottomless clip?!" cried Cherri in joy, oblivious to the mass of corpses in front of her.
"BEST! ISLAND! EVER!" cheered the lizard girl as she ran ahead and started grabbing guns left and right off of the freshly-murdered soldiers. She came out with three pistols, two more SMGs, five revolvers, four machine guns and almost a dozen frag grenades which she magically managed to store in her private stash.
"Okay, where do you keep all that shit?" asked Cherri as she propped the Gatling gun on her shoulder. Demencia merely shrugged with her tongue hanging out in blissful ignorance. The cyclopes decided it was not worth knowing.
"Eh, who cares? Let's go! Onwards and upwards!"
Demencia took her words in stride as she pushed her new speed to the limit, easily running faster than any normal human and vaulting over buildings with one jump each. Five more unfortunate soldiers got a nasty surprise when Demencia literally crashed down on a group taking a smoke break. The potential lung cancer they were causing became the least of their problems as the girl, still unsure of her own demonic strength, literally ripped them apart with her bare hands.
"Holy shit…" gasped Cherri when she caught up with her, happily gnawing on a severed arm like a dog with a chew toy. "You did this?"
Demencia nodded, placing the arm in her mouth and panting like a dog.
"Niiiice…" Cherri honestly felt a sense of respect seeing such blatant brutality.
The two continued their way through the outpost with another eight soldiers getting shot, mauled or their skull crushed underfoot as they ran amok until they reached the main compound. The concrete and steel structure stood several stories high and seemed to dominate the mountain around them. Already they could tell this was a high-level installation with dozens of armed guards and heavy artillery.
They ran in, literally guns blazing in each hand, and stormed the place. The guards loaded them with bullets, but the holes closed almost as fast as they were made. Demencia was actually the more efficient of the two, shooting vital points with frightening accuracy and constantly grabbing more firearms off dead bodies to keep herself fully stocked. Cherri treated every soldier like a toy with her occasionally just beating them into submission or taunting them before putting them six feet under. Before long another sixteen Panauan soldiers joined their fallen brothers before the two made it fifty feet in.
"Okay, this has been fun, but is there anything else do but kill grunts?" asked Cherri as she finished slamming a rookie soldier's head into the pavement until his face was paste.
Demencia scanned the base and immediately noticed six large radar dishes on the side of the structure, each colored red and emblazoned with a white star. The lizard girl got an idea as she pulled out three frag grenades out of hammer space. She then clung to the wall and scurried up much faster than she ever could before and flung the explosives into the dishes once she reached the top. Seconds later, three explosions went off one after another reducing the military hardware into scrap as they cascaded to the ground in a beautiful shower of shrapnel.
"Yay, wanton destruction!" Demencia cheered as she did not even bother climbing down and jumped over forty feet to the ground. Of course, her legs were shattered on impact, but thanks to now being a demon they mended in no time.
"That's it, when we get back to Hell, we are ripping that snake bastard a new one," commended Cherri as she followed her example by pulling out her signature bombs and sending them towards a nearby series of fuel tanks where three unfortunate soldiers were planning an ambush on the invading women. One of them tried to radio a warning to his comrade before the bombs went off, causing the tanks and them to go up in a massive fireball.
"That's it, we're best friends now!" affirmed Demencia as she pulled out a revolver and shot two more grunts who were trying to ambush them from above.
"Oh, we can be more than friends if you want…," purred Cherri as she ran off to find more things to blow up.
She and her new bestie got their wish as it turned out the base was filled with more targets to destroy and more unfortunate mooks who tried to ready themselves against the two-woman army that was tearing up the base. The wide array of destructible objects proved an exceptional test of their immortality and creativity.
The disastrous duo took down a broadcast tower, standing at twenty feet tall and colored red and white, by punching and biting down one of the beams until it fell over crushing another soldier trying to sneak up behind them. They then decided to get extra-sadistic by grabbing two more incoming soldiers, easily overwhelming them with their demonic strength and speed, and flung them as living cannonballs into a small generator right next to the fallen tower. The hapless goons died on impact as the collided into it headfirst with the generator going up in a flash of sparks and smoke thanks to the impact. They then proceeded to blow up a massive gas container, easily over five stories tall, with a barrage of machine gun fire and then used the shrapnel as melee weapons to slice and beat another six soldiers to bloody chunks. No matter how many times the enemy shot them or how many times they were caught in the explosions they made, they healed seconds later as they literally laughed off everything.
With all this going on, the remaining soldiers at the base began to panic. They had called for backup for the thirtieth time and prayed that their beloved president would send them reinforcements. Others still had the fanciful thought that they could somehow win. Granted there was still thirty-seven soldiers with a pair of mounted guns ready to make a last stand, but how dangerous could these two really be?
They got their answer when suddenly Cherri Bomb came in flying, having been thrown by Demencia, and crashed headfirst into the ground making her head burst into thousands of pieces. Before the few cocky soldiers could laugh at this though, her head began reassembling and looked at their terrified expressions.
"Hey assholes, who wants a bullet in their penis?!" she asked madly, causing one of the braver (or more suicidal, if you prefer) soldiers to step forward.
"Drop your weapons! You're surrounded!"
"Oh yeah?" she mentioned before lowering her pistol towards the braggart's private area and pulling the trigger.
"Well you don't have a dick," He dropped to the ground as she gleefully began firing in every direction while also occasionally punching or clawing right through their bodies as if they were screaming bags of warm jelly. She even shot the incoming Demencia by accident, but he lizard did not even feel it as the hole in her chest closed as she pulled out a stolen shotgun and began shooting the two massive fuel silos until each one went up in a massive explosion. The flying shrapnel killed the few soldiers still standing from Cherri's massacre. One piece of metal even implanted itself in Cherri's leg.
Instead of griping about it, the cyclops ripped it out of her and used it to stab the last soldier, this one an elite with actual body armor and an assault rifle, about fifteen times in the head so his brain now resembled off-color sashimi.
"Is that what you call skull-fucking?" asked Demencia, finally calming down from her high of destruction.
"Not really, but this is way more fun!" Cherri stood up and looked at the flaming wreckage the base was. What could have been a daunting outpost that would take a small army to depose was just a night of fun for the duo. As the sun began to rise over the horizon, the demonesses relished in the smell of smoke and spilt blood. They then looked at each other and felt a real bond. They both knew this was the beginning of a beautiful, chaotic and amazing friendship that could just maybe-
"HALT! YOU TWO ARE UNDER ARREST!" shouted a voice over the sound of helicopter rotors. Sure enough, the two looked up to see two choppers armed with mounted guns and rocket launchers bearing down on them.
"Good job killing the mood, fuckwad!" shouted an angry Cherri.
"Yeah, no one gets to interrupt loving scenes with heavy artillery but me!" howled Demencia as she pulled out her shotgun and began firing. The copters, though, were unfazed by her shells and began shredding Demencia with rapid-fire rounds. Even as her body was somewhere between whole and a chunky paste she was still clicking away at them, but she was not getting anywhere.
Cherri, however, had a plan as she summoned two of her explosives and sent them flying at the offending chopper. The other one, still getting into position to bombard the offenders with rockets, tried to radio his comrade to get away. Unfortunately, the pilot was too baffled as to how the freaky-lizard woman was still standing even after thousands of rounds. He did not even have time to shout in surprise before he was blasted to pieces. The helicopter fared even worse as it exploded in a chain reaction and quickly plummeted to the ground.
"YOU BASTARD!" screamed the enraged pilot of the still-flying chopper, now more than ready to obliterate them. He then fired a rocket and landed a direct hit on her, reducing her to a fine paste.
As Demencia already healed from her many, many, MANY bullet wounds, she felt her rage hit a boiling point. She was NOT going to let the schmucks have the last laugh. She ran over to the wrecked copter, ignoring the flames trying and failing to burn her, and ripped the bent, but still intact rotor off the top.
"COME ON, YOU GUTLESS DICKWAFFLE! ROCKET ME RIGHT IN THE FACE!" screamed the hysteric Demencia as she brandished the gigantic piece of metal like a sword. The chopper pilot was happy to oblige and sent a rocket right at her. Instead of dodging, however, she swung the rotor down and sliced the projectile in half. Before the pilot could gawk at this, however, Demencia followed by lifting the rotor again and this time sending it flying towards the copter. The flying disc of death sliced the offending pilot like he was warm butter and quickly made the engine go boom, making the fearsome air-artillery fall to the ground as a fiery comet.
"YES! I HAVE AVENGED MY COMRADE!"
"Umm, I'm standing right here."
Demencia blinked awkwardly as Cherri was indeed standing right next to her perfectly fine, watching her whole display with her hands on her hips.
"Regeneration, remember?"
"Oh yeah! Whoops!"
"Even still, that was AWESOME!" Cherri actually ran up and hugged Demencia in a rare moment of tenderness that she would murder someone for if he ever brought it up in public. The redhead hugged her back, but she quickly backed away as she felt a burning sensation in her shoulder blades until eventually two bright green dragon wings unfurled from her back.
"Oooooh, me likey!" cooed Demencia as she already started flapping them, gaining altitude without even trying.
Before Cherri could give a proper what the fuck, she felt a strong burning in her wrists. When the feeling subsided, she noticed her wrists had turned black. Without any warning, a jet-black grappling hook shot out and latched itself onto the wall, leaving a deep dent in the concrete. It receded with just a snap of her wrist. The one-eyed demoness could only think one thing as evil thoughts began going through her head.
"This place just keeps getting better…"
Oooooooooh...I've really done it now. Now I've made two practically indestructible nutcases with a multitude of deadly weapons AND they get superpowers with more destruction?! I almost feel sorry for this island...
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Oh, who am I kidding?! No I don't! More of the island getting ripped a new one next time!