The song is from Chicago and it's called "The Cell Block Tango"
I was listening to this song in the car and I was like, "Where's that old fic of mine...?" So, hey, guess what? I found it :3
This will be a Crime/Horror fic, and I really hope I can write it okay.
Please, please comment! :)
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The Hayden's, Ikari's, Ketchum's, Fitzgibbon's, Rocket's and the Oak's walked into a dark room with six tables for each family. They all sat down. They were about to hear some sort of apology from six inmates who had killed their husbands, who happened to be the family's sons.
It was quiet.
Suddenly a tap dripped.
Heavy footsteps thudded.
Nails tapped against metal.
Six spotlights fell on six cages. Inside each cage was a girl with very short black shorts, black fishnet tights, black stiletto heels and an orange singlet shirt with fraying ripped sleeves and collars, each with a small white name tag.
"Pop." the first said.
"Six…"
"Squish."
"Uh-uh!" the fourth said in a Hungarian accent.
"Goldenrod…"
"Oak."
"And now… the six merry murderesses of the Pallet County Jail in their rendition of the Cell Block Tango…" a suave and deep voice said clearly.
"Pop."
"Six…"
"Squish."
"Uh-uh!"
"Goldenrod…"
"Oak."
"Pop."
"Six…"
"Squish."
"Uh-uh!"
"Goldenrod…"
"Oak."
"Pop."
"Six…"
"Squish."
"Uh-uh!"
"Goldenrod…"
"Oak."
"He had it coming, he had it coming, he only had himself to blame! If you'd have been there, if you'd have seen it…"
The first girl's cage door opened, and she stepped out, "I betcha you would've done the same!"
Her hair was a soft brown colour and sat in two messy, dirty ponytails. Her white name tag had three letters, "MAY". She walked over to the table where the husband and wife with beautiful green eyes and green hair sat.
"You know how people have those little habits that get you down? …Like Drew… Drew liked to chew gum… No, not chew… pop. So I come home from work this one day, really irritated and looking for a little sympathy, and there's Drew, lying on the couch, drinking a beer and chewing – no, not chewing. Popping! So I said to Drew, I said, 'You pop that gum one more time…'" she sighed…
"And he did…" she slid on to the table, "So I took the shotgun off the wall and fired two warning shots…" she ran her hand through Mr Hayden's hair, "Into…his…head…"
The other girls sang along with her again as she got off the table and leant against her cage door.
"He had it coming, he had it coming… He only had himself to blame! If you'd have been there, if you'd have heard it, I betcha you would have done the same!"
As the music played, the second cage door opened. Out stepped a girl with blue hair tied up in a high ponytail that was somewhat messy. The pieces of hair that framed her face were slightly knotted and curly. Her white name tag read "DAWN", and she walked over to the table of people with dark eyes and purple hair.
"I met Paul Ikari from Veilstone City about two years ago, and he told me he was single and we hit it off right away. So, we started living together." She began to circle the chairs his mother, father and brother.
"He'd go to work, he'd come home, I'd mix him a drink, we'd have dinner… and then I found out… 'Single', he told me? Single. My. Ass. Not only was he married… Oh, no, he had six wives. One of those Mormons, you know?" She slowed her pace, dragging her hands on the back of the chairs.
"So that night, when he came home, I fixed him his drink as usual… You know some guys just can't hold their arsenic?" she asked, leaning down, two fingers underneath Paul's brother, Reggie's chin.
The girls sang again and Dawn sauntered back and leaned against her cage door.
"He had it coming, he had it coming… He took a flower in its prime! And then he used it, and he abused it! It was a murder, but not a crime!"
The third cage door opened and out stepped a girl with orange hair tied in a messy side ponytail and had blue green eyes. Her white name tag said "MISTY". She walked over to the table where one woman sat.
"So, I'm standing in the kitchen, carving up a chicken for dinner, minding my own business, when my husband Ash storms in a jealous rage." She slammed her hands down on the table, making Delia Ketchum jump. "'You been screwing the milkman,' he says. He was crazy! He kept screaming, 'YOU BEEN SCREWING THE MILKMAN!'" she leaned down to Delia's ear and spoke. "Then he ran into my knife. He ran into my knife ten times…"
As Misty strutted back to her cell door, the other girls sang along with her.
"If you'd of been there, if you'd of seen it, I betcha you would've done the same!"
The music changed from upbeat and raunchy to softer, more European sound. The fourth cage door opened and a girl stepped out. But she was different from the others. Her collar and sleeves were neat, as was her auburn shoulder length hair and fear filled green eyes. Her white name tag said, "LEONA" and she walked over the table where one man sat. He was blonde.
"Mit kersek, en itt? Azt mondjok, hogy a hires. Lakem lefogta a ferjemet en meg lecsaptam a fejet. De nam igaz, en artatlan vagyok." She walked hurriedly over to the man, as if pleading with him. Leona was speaking Hungarian. "Nem tudom mert mondja Uncle Sam hogy en tettem. Probaltam a rendorsegen megmayaranzi de nem ertettek meg!"
The blonde man, Barry's father, asked timidly, "But did you do it?"
Leona swallowed hard. "Uh-uh, not…guilty!"
The fifth cage opened and a girl with brown hair in flicky, messy ponytails stepped out and swaggered over to the table where Giovanni, Silver's father sat alone. Her name tag had four letters written on it. "LYRA".
"My sister, Monica and I had this double act, and my husband, Silver, travelled around with us. Now, for the last number in our act, we did 20 acrobatic tricks in a row, one, two, three, four, five…splits, spread eagles, back flips, flip flops, one right after the other. Well, this one night we were in Goldenrod, the three of us, boozing and having a few laughs when we run out of ice. So I went out to get some. I come back, open the door and there's Monica and Silver doing Number Seventeen! The Spread Eagle!"
Giovanni gaped as Lyra stepped elegantly onto the table.
"Well, I was in such a state of shock, I completely blacked out. I can't remember a thing. It wasn't until later, when I was washing the blood off my hands… I even knew they were dead!" she stepped off the table with the help of Dawn and Misty as Leona and May opened the sixth girl's cage door. They all sang again.
"They had it coming!" Lyra sang.
"They had it coming!" the others repeated.
"They had it coming!"
"They had it coming!"
"They had it coming all along!" Lyra sang as the others belted out:
"They took a flower in its prime!"
"I didn't do it!" Lyra promised in song.
"She didn't do it!" the other girls nodded.
"But if I'd done it…"
"But if she'd done it…"
"How could you tell her that she was wrong?" they all sang together.
The sixth girl whose hair was brown as well, and hung loosely from her head, just below her shoulders. She looked somewhat sweet but vicious. She walked over to the table that had the Oak family sitting around it. "LEAF" was inscribed on her name tag.
She placed a hand over her heart and sighed as she sat on the table, crossing one leg over the other. "I loved Gary Oak, more than I can possibly say. He was a real artistic guy… sensitive… a painter. But he was always trying to find himself. He'd go out every night looking for himself and on the way he found Ruth, Gladys, Rosemary… and…" her voice dropped from sweet to sinister. "…Irving. I guess you can say we broke up because of artistic differences. He saw himself as alive and I saw him dead!" she jumped of cutely and spun back over with the others and joined them in song.
"The dirty bum, bum, bum, bum, bum! The dirty bum, bum, bum, bum, bum!"
"They had it coming!" May, Dawn and Misty sang.
"They had it coming!" Leona, Lyra and Leaf repeated.
"They had it coming!"
"They had it coming!"
"They had it coming!"
"They had it coming!"
"All along!" May, Dawn and Misty chimed.
"All along!" the other girls repeated.
All six girls sang together.
"And they used us! And they abused us! How could you tell us that we were wrong?"
Dawn winked at Reggie seductively and Lyra raised her eyebrows suggestively at Giovanni.
"He had it coming! He had it coming… he only had himself to blame! If you'd have been there, if you'd have seen it, I betcha you would have done the same!"
May spoke up, "You pop that gum one more time…"
Dawn scoffed, "Single. My. Ass!"
Misty chuckled, "Ten times!"
Leona swallowed again, "Not guilty!"
Lyra frowned, "The Spread Eagle!"
Leaf smiled cutely at the Oak's, "Artistic differences!"
May slid back into her cage and the door shut. Her spotlight went out. "Pop."
Dawn followed in suit. "Six…"
"Squish." Misty said as she repeated May's and Dawn's actions.
"Uh-uh!" Leona said, shrinking back into her cage. Her spotlight went off, too.
"Goldenrod…" Lyra smirked, walking into her cage as the door shut and light went off.
Leaf walked back into her cage. Her door shut. She lifted her head and looked Professor Oak dead in the eye.
"Oak."
Her light went off.
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The Hungarian translation is: What am doing here? They say my famous lover held down my husband while I chopped off his head. But it isn't true, I am innocent. I don't know why Uncle Sam says I did it. I tried to explain it at the police station but they didn't understand me.
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