Disney Genderbend

Chris ( Cruella de Vil- 101 Dalmations) Chapter 3

This chapter is dedicated to starlightenfox. For always letting me talk with you when I feel like the world is shutting me in.

He works fast to produce the antidote, it would have been easier for him to concentrate if your life wasn't on the line. His concern for you was making it hard for him to focus at the task at hand. It took precise measurements of chemicals and herbs to produce the right antidote, too little of anything could be ineffective, too much can be deadly.

You were on his couch, barely breathing. The wound on your arm was becoming infected and at a alarming rate. He had to work extremely fast of he wanted to save you in time.

He has had to do this sort of thing for years, but it was always for some stranger that he hardly even knew. Now that it was you, he was having a hard time with his emotions.

'What if he/she dies because of me?' He asks himself.

His hand-made chemistry lab had been his pride and joy growing up, but now he believes that if you die, his life would be meaningless. Much like his life after his parents died.

~ Fifteen years ago~

Chris was a very weird child, having been born with blond hair that almost looked white and big blue eyes, he was picked on by the other kids at school. Because of this, Chris began to develope a hatred for the human race.

One day he caught his father with another woman, she was much prettier than his mother, but she looked to be a very young thing, which she was. When word got around town that Chris' father had a mistress, his mother was furious and tried to kick him out of the house, but in an agitated flash, Chris' father had hit his mother and had almost tried to kill her.

He can remember that he told her that he was going nowhere and there was nothing that she could ever do about it. Chris' hatred for the human race began to spike the moment his father hit his mother, because unlike his father, his mother was a saint and was the only exception to everyone else.

So Chris devises a plan to get revenge on his father. Upon messing with his chemistry lab, something that he and made by himself, he fingered out the perfect way to get rid of his father once and for all.

He planned on poisoning him.

He mixed together the ingredients for the poisonous liquid, it was a red substance that gave off a sweet oder. Once it mixes with another liquid, it will turn white.

He smiled at his accomplishment and hides it where no one but him could find it. He then began to think of a way to slip his father the poison, and then an idea struck him.

His father always drinks milk with his breakfast, so he could just slip the poison into his milk and he wouldn't ever be able to tell the difference. Upon knowing what he knew was going to happen the next morning, he went to bed with a wicked smile across his lips.

The next morning, his father was sitting at the kitchen table reading the newspaper. Chris notices that his milk glass was almost empty so he walks over to his father with a fake, happy smile on his face.

"Can I get you some more milk father?" Chris asked him with the upmost respect that he could muster for a man who never gave a shit about.

His father looks away from his paper and smiles at the young boy. Although Chris might not realize it, but his father loved him very much, he just didn't like to show it.

"Thank you very much son." His father's deep british accent was filled with a tone that he has heard his mother use countless times. It was a pleasant thankfulness.