You And I: Part II (A Helluva Boss Fanfiction)

Chapter 3: A Nightmare On Elm Street

2020

The next day.

Jemma stared into the portal before her.

They were standing in the IMP office, and just moments before, Loona had used the Grimoire to open a portal to the human world.

Max stepped forward. He had been standing beside Loona. "Are you sure about this, Jemma?"

Jemma nodded. "Yes."

And she stepped through the portal.

As the portal closed, Loona turned to Max. "Are you sure helping her go to the human world was the right choice?"

Max nodded. "That girl deserves her revenge. And those boys deserve to die."

———

Jemma stepped out of the portal and onto a familiar street. She began walking down the street before stopping in front of a particular house.

The house where she lived with her parents.

The driveway was empty, meaning they were gone. Her parents only ever used the garage for storage.

Jemma snuck around the back where she found the back door to the house that was always unlocked.

Jemma entered the house and went up to her room. Inside, she took a motorcycle helmet from her closet and went down to the garage. In the garage, Jemma prayed that her parents had brought her motorcycle back from Alex's house and kept it in the garage.

Like an answer to her prayers, her yellow motorcycle sat in the corner of the garage, looking as gorgeous as ever.

Jemma smiled.

"Hello, my love."

———-

Every Sunday, Alex and his friends went to the nearby park to play basketball.

Jemma put on the motorcycle helmet (anyone seeing a demon from Hell would freak out) and got on her motorcycle to head toward the park.

When she reached the park, Jemma stopped the motorcycle but didn't get off. Instead, she rested on it and watched.

At the park's basketball court, the four boys were playing a game of basketball.

Jemma's eyes flickered from boy to boy. And they rested on Alex.

You die last. She thought to herself. But which dies first?

She scanned each of the boys before settling on Jack. You. You die first.

———

Later that night.

10:42 PM.

Jack was out on a walk in the park. It had been five months since they killed Jemma, and yet he still thought about it.

He even felt somewhat guilty about it.

He sighed. There was no reason to think about it now. She was dead.

He decided that he had been walking for long enough and decided to head home.

However, as he was leaving the park, he noticed a figure, standing in front of him, staring straight ahead.

"Hello?" Jack called out, beginning to feel uneasy.

The figure began to walk towards him.

Jack began to back up and scrambled to grab his phone out of his pocket. He finally did and turned on the flashlight.

Jemma Taylor stood before him, brandishing a machete.

"Remember me, bitch?"

Jack screamed. "B-but... we KILLED you!!!"

Jemma continued to step forward. "And that was your mistake."

Jemma raised her machete, and Jack screamed again and ran. Jemma began to chase after him.

"HELP!" Jack screamed. "SOMEONE HELP!"

But nobody came to his rescue.

Jemma caught up with Jack and grabbed him and whirled him around to face her.

"Please," Jack sobbed, "I'm sorry! I'll do anything!"

But even as he looked into Jemma's eyes, he knew that there was no way out of this.

"You should have let me live," Jemma growled and swung the machete down into Jack's head.

His final scream was cut off by the machete slicing directly through his head, cutting his entire head, skull, brains, and all vertically in half.

Jemma pulled the machete out of Jack's now disfigured head, his blood and brain matter splattering onto her, and as his body hit the ground with a bloody, wet slop, she felt a rush of adrenaline.

Jack was dead. Dead for what he did to her. She wanted to kill the others. Give them what they deserve.

Jemma left Jack's rotting corpse in the park and went back to the park's parking lot and got on her motorcycle. As she drove out of the parking lot and onto the streets, Jemma thought one thing.

Billy. Harry. Alex.

They're all going to fucking die.

Chapter 3: End