The Hell Heist

Assault

The woman glared at Jacket as he scrambled to his feet, spinning as he scanned his surroundings. The snow was gone. The law enforcement officers were nowhere in sight. Everything was different.

Jacket noticed his letterman on the ground, carelessly dropped after the woman took it off. He picked it up and carefully cleaned it of any dirt and grime, slipping it back on.

His eyes drifted upwards to meet the hardened gaze of the woman. He pointed at her, then behind him, waving his hands around in a series of gestures. She watched him before he finally stopped, a finger pointed at her.

"The hell is your problem, Chicken-Shit?"

Jacket tore his mask off, running a hand through his mop of hair. He gestured broadly around him at his surroundings. The woman assumed he was confused, after all, who wouldn't be in his shoes? "You want to know where we are?"

He gave a single nod.

"If it isn't obvious enough, you're in Hell!"

Jacket merely stared at her, knitting his eyebrows. The woman rolled her eyes. "Yeah, hard to believe, right? I mean, a portal of fire opened by speaking Latin? There's nooo way that could lead to Hell of all places!" She said, voice dripping with sarcasm.

Jacket tucked his mask under his arm and grabbed his tape recorder from his pocket. He pressed a button on the side and ejected a tape, putting it inside his inner jacket pocket and bringing another out. The woman watched with a raised eyebrow as he placed the tape into the recorder and wound it back. "Additional material is required."

The woman frowned. "What, you want me to prove it? Look around! There's your proof!"

He glanced at the sky again, taking in the oddity of the floating pentagram serving as a sun. He clicked the button again, the same message repeating in the ever-cheery voice. The woman rolled her eyes and shrugged.

"Whatever. You don't believe me, I'll prove it." She closed her eyes and slowly exhaled. Jacket watched as a shimmering blue and purple light raced up from her feet to her head. Where she once stood was now what could only be described as a mix between a human and a wolf. A bipedal body covered in white and black fur with a wolfish head complete with flowing gray hair, and digitigrade legs. Glowing red eyes bored into him as he stared disbelieving. It wore the same thing the woman had a moment prior; black shorts, a crop top with a pentagram design for the straps, fingerless gloves and knee-high socks exposing her canine toes. "What's the matter, never seen a hellhound before?" She said, laughing.

"I think you're convinced." She said once calmed down, a smug smile still adorning her face. She turned and began to leave. Jacket was distracted for a moment by a large fluffy tail slowly swaying behind her before he shook his head and ran to catch up with her. He grabbed her shoulder and turned her to face him. It took a moment to register that he now had to crane his neck up to meet her eyes. She tore his hand off of her, snarling at him.

"Do not fucking touch me." Jacket backed up, throwing his hands up in surrender. He swapped tapes in his recorder again and was about to play it when the woman stopped him. "If you want to tell me something so badly just say it! That damn tape thing is getting annoying, are you deaf or something?!"

Shrugging it off he played the tape recorder. "I require your assistance." The tape scratched as he backed it up. "-Is unknown territory."