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Mal Meets the Rebel	By : Bloodylilcorpse Category: +S through Z > Total Drama Island Views: 3631 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters or anything related to or from the 'Total Drama' Franchise. All characters are owned by Tom McGillis and Jennifer Pertsch. I do not profit nor make any money from this.

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Another day is about to begin in juvie for all the delinquents that are still lying in bed enjoying that last few minutes of sleep until Chris makes his official wake up call, but today was gonna be a little different...
Chris's Pov:
I yawn as I stretched, then I crawled out of bed and decided to take my morning shower to start the day. I couldn't wait to find ways to make the youngsters' life a living hell. I grin to myself as I pondered the ways to make it happen.
After getting my clothes set out for the day and ready to go, I jump in the shower and turn on the hot water, carefully adjusting to just the right temperature. I see my favorite $200 shampoo and conditioner, and I go to work on that thing. All I can say is that after a few minutes of massaging my scalp, I noticed how wonderful the sensation felt. All nice and tingly. After that, I put on the soap, and wash up and got out, so I could get a good look at my sexy self in the mirror.
I grabbed hold of a nearby towel and wrapped it around my head, and put on my favorite fuzzy, blue robe. I then strutted my fine self to my mirror sink, but before I decide to look in the mirror I throw off my fluffy, head turban as I reach for my brush I happen to notice something is off. Then I get this feeling as if something is amiss, I quickly straighten up and look at the mirror, and then I grabbed my face and scream...
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Mal's Pov:
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
I jump with a start and hit my head on one of the beams that were holding up the bunk above me as I hear this loud girlish scream echo across the whole facility. I blink several times as I cringed because my ears were ringing from the sheer pitch of it. I turn over and look at Roxanne, and she was grinning madly from ear to ear like a Cheshire cat, then she just flopped back over and tosses the covers back over her head.
I narrow my eyes and smirk because it then hit me. "This wouldn't have anything to do with what you did last night, would it?"
She didn't say anything for about minute almost like she was pondering the very idea herself, then she replied with, "Maybe it does, maybe it doesn't."
I laughed, and continued, " . ?"
She cackles like an evil hen as she rolls back over to face me with an evil glint in her eyes as she says, "I'll give you three guesses."
I raise an eyebrow, and replied dryly, "You vandalized Chris's grammar pictures collection?"
"Nope." She ticked off.
"You stole his favorite bathrobe?" I tried.
"Nope." She repeated as her grin grew wider.
"You drew him a Hitler's mustache with a permanent mark?" I said without breaking eye contact.
"Nope again." She said as she laughed at the last one.
"What the hell did you do then?" I said as I was starting to lose my patience. It was too early for this. Way too early.
"You'll find out soon enough." She smirked.
Chris's Pov:
I start taking deep breaths and then do my best to calm down. I just stand there with my jaw hanging staring at the letters etched out on the glass:
"Payback's a bitch, isn't it?!"
I then look back at what was left of my hair. My beautiful hair. My gorgeous locks that were now all over the floor after I ran my brush through them. I wanted to cry, it was like my life was over, and I just didn't know how to cope with it.
It was then when I went from being shocked to being full-blown out hopping mad. I quickly dried what was left of my hair, and ran to my huge walk-in closet and pulled out my wig collection. Luckily since I love my original hairstyle so much I had a wig made just like it, but I didn't think I'd be using it so soon. I was saving it for when I really did start to lose my hair. I then proceeded to call Chef to get to the bottom of this outrage.
"Chef, I don't care what you're doing, but right now I need you in my office immediately!... And tell Mrs. Woods, I'd like a coffee with two sugars and lots of cream. Don't hold back on the cream!..." I told him as I hang up the phone before giving him a chance to refuse.
After a few more minutes whimpering and looking at myself in the mirror, I head out of my room to meet Chef in my office to get to bottom of this.
Chef's Pov:
"Good God, what is it this time?!..Can't a man get some sleep?!.." I murmur to myself as I rolled out of bed, and get dressed to face Chris, and his damn lunacy at six o'clock in the morning. It was too damn early was this, and I really wasn't in the mood. I am not a morning person just so you've been warned.
The phone rings again. I stare at it, and I try to lose the urge to not throw it at the wall. I pick it up and guess who it is. Chris. No surprise.
"Get me Mal and Roxanne while you're at it. I've got a bone to pick with those two." He then hangs up again.
Sometime later, I am standing at cell no. 217 as all the rest of the other cell doors are being unlocked by parole officers to begin the day. I see them both sitting at a table in the back not doing anything in particular, but as soon as they saw me they both looked up.
"Alright, you two!..Get up, and come with me!" I said as I state my business.
"Why?" Mal asks with one cocked brow.
"Because Chris wants you, that's "why"!...Now stop stalling, and get moving!" I replied as I was starting to lose my patience with them.
I turned around to lead the way to Chris's office, and they followed not too far behind. Within minutes we arrived as I step into Chris's office and see a very disgruntled Total Drama Host sitting at his desk as he flips through the security cameras on his big flat screen tv mounted on the wall. He then turns to me when he sees me, and says with annoyance, "Did you get them?!..."
I roll my eyes and point Chris in their general direction, and as soon as he sees them, he gestures towards the giant monitor and says "Well. Well. Well. Looks like I have a little badass here. What do you have to say about this Mal?!.."
Roxanne's Pov:
I look up at the screen to find that Chris had cameras all over this place. I saw myself sneaking around and disappearing into Chris's room. I can't do anything but smile because it was awesome no matter how you look at it. Even though I got caught, but still... It was awesome, and that scream this morning, it was like music to my ears. It was almost like Christmas morning.
I watch as I see Mal's and Chef's faces, and I smile even wider when I see their reactions. It was priceless, and so freakin' worth it.
Mal immediately burst into laughter, while Chef just smiles from ear to ear.
"That girl's got skill." Chef ponders to himself.
"What do I have to say for myself, you ask?... I wish I was the one that thought of that... It's brilliant!...And Chaotic!.." Mal says with an amused look on his glazed fixated face.
"Hell No it's not!...I'm almost bald thanks to your new roommate's handy work, and I'm only thirty-six!...What the Hell man?!..." Chris roared as he lifted his wig to show the damage.
Mal and I burst into laughter followed by Chef, who tried to contain himself further but failed.
"STOP LAUGHING RIGHT NOW!..." Chris raged as his veins in his forehead started to show.
The room went silent, but the smiles never left our faces.
"And wipe those stupid grins off your faces!" He said as he crossed his arms over his chest as continued to glare at all of us.
"I wish I could say I'm sorry, but I'd be lying if I did!..." I said with an evil smirk.
"Yeah?...Well...When I'm through with you, you're gonna be more than sorry!" He challenged.
"Oh Yeah?!" I said as I place my hand on my hip.
"Yeah!" Chris says as he leans over his desk with a displeased look.
"And as punishment, I'm gonna make you pay for my precious $200 shampoo and conditioner. Since nothing can be done about my lovely locks. You better be grateful that I have my amazing collection of wigs to choose from." He stated.
I roll my eyes. This guy is simply too much.
"And pray tell me how you plan on doing that?...I don't have any money on me, and even if I did, I sure as hell wouldn't give it to you...And what idiot spends $200 on hair products?!.." I said without breaking eye contact.
Chris narrows his eyes at me.
Mal's Pov:
I was so entranced by what was going on, I didn't really have much to comment on Chris's and Red's little fuss of a fight. It was amusing watching them have at it with each out.
I won't lie, I didn't really care much for Red because mainly, I'm a lone wolf, and I just don't do the whole "roommates thing", but after last night's little scuffle and now this, I can't help but say that I'm rather fascinated by her ability to throb Chris's demeanor. I haven't seen Chris so pissed off since Duncan set his mansion on fire.
Chris continues to glare back at Red from his office chair and then says, "No, you may not have the cash on you, but I'll find a way to make you pay for it either way!...Either of you got anything else to say for yourselves before I dismiss you both?!"
"Yeah, I do...Why don't you just get some rogaine for men, and get over it?!.." I said as I smirk back at Chris.
Red cracks up at my little pwn whereas Chef just shakes his head in amusement.
I could tell I touched a nerve because Chris gripes the desk with both hands as he leans over it, and shouts, "GET OUT!...GET OUT NOW!"
Chef opens the door for us as we exited it, and closed it right after.
Red laughs all the way out, and I just smile to myself.
Maybe she'll come in handy after all. I do need to tie up some loose ends with a few other peons running rampant here. I can't have those around seeing me as "weak" just because I have a girl for a roommate now. I'll have to work on that.
Red turned to me with that evil smile of her's, and says, "You know you loved every minute of that!"
"Well, of course, I did...Causing mayhem is what I live for you silly girl." I drawl in response to her comment.
"Silly girl, huh?!..Well, this silly girl just took out Chris at his best. What do you have to show for it?!" She challenged.
I smirk, because something about seeing her feathers getting ruffled always seems to amuse, and why I can't place it or put my finger on it. "Don't be ridiculous, I've been doing this for over a year in this dump. Far much longer than you have. I can promise you that."
She smiles as she says, "You better step up your game then, Mal...I think I may be catching up with you in the end."
I stop to look at her as I tilt my head to the side, and reply, "Oh?...So it's like that, is it?"
She laughs, and says, "You bet your ass it is."
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