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Mal Meets the Rebel	By : Bloodylilcorpse Category: +S through Z > Total Drama Island Views: 3631 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Roxanne's Pov:
Before I had called it a day and tucked the file under my mattress, I had read enough from the file left on my bed to know that whoever left that file there was not so bright. I may not be a rocket scientist or even a professional detective, but I was pretty sure it was Elliot. I couldn't think of any other idiot that would be foolish enough to just leave Mal's personal information lying around like that. I roll my eyes and shake my head in complete bewilderment at this guy, as I let out a sigh. He was either brave or stupid. Or both.
I had pulled the file back out after Mal had left the cell if he saw me with it, I had a feeling I would be dead or something close to it, I'd decided to give it a quick look over before I permanently dispose of it for good.
It had everything listed under Mal's full name, birth date, social security number, home address, relatives names' and information, and/or how to reach them in case of an emergency. What the hell was I supposed to do with this?!
"Whatcha reading? Some girly romance novel?"
I nearly had a heart attack. I jumped like a scared cat and then look to meet Mal peering down at me. "Oh, shit..."
"That was quick, you sure are back soon." I shrieked, as I attempted to hide the paper behind me back.
"I am, aren't I?! What are you hiding, Red?.." He says with a sly smile clearly aware that he has caught me with something I didn't want him to see.
"N...nothing." I squeaked, as I got up and started heading to the doorway, instead I end up hitting a wall.
"Really?...It doesn't look like nothing to me. Give it here." Mal said with a sneer as he reached out trying to pry the paper from my hands.
"I don't think you want to see this... Really!" I said as we both struggle to get the paper from the other.
"Just give it up already!" He said with aggravation while groping his arms all around me trying to get a hold of it.
"I can't I-," I started, but didn't finish that statement due to the fact that through all the struggling, his right leg looped around one of mine, and we toppled over and hit the floor.
We both groan. I was stuck and not in a promising position here either.
"Mal get off of me. You're crushing me with your dead weight." I said with a grunt as I tried to wiggle my way out from under him. Mentally I'm like,"Geez! For someone as lean as Mal, you'd think he wouldn't be this heavy!"
"Stop complaining. For someone like you, this would be considered a compliment." He said with his signature evil grin as he placed his hands on the floor on both sides of me to push himself up.
"Don't flatter yourself. I'm not interested." I said dryly with no amusement behind that comment. I push him the rest of the way off, and I remembered the file.
I gasped and start looking for it frantically. Where did it go?
"Looking for this?"
Mal holds up the paper and gets up to his feet as he looks down at its contents. I immediately froze, as he crumpled up the paper and tossed it to the side as he turned to look at me.
"Where the hell did you get this?!..." He said in a quiet but deathly tone.
I gulped and took a breath. I knew it was going to end up coming to this, but I just wasn't prepared for it.
"You wouldn't believe me even if I told you. I-," Mal cut me off as he reaches down and dragged me by my shoulders and slammed me into the cell door's bars. I groaned as pain shot up through the whole back side of my body to my head.
"Didn't I warn you about ticking me off?!..Didn't learn much, did you?!.. Maybe it's about time I show you what I do with "those" that don't abide by my rules." He said darkly as he gripped my shoulders even tighter.
I noticed my feet were no longer able to touch the floor. Mal was lifting me up and jarring me further into bars still. I gasped from the pain but did my best not to let it show how much it bothered me. I would not let him have the pleasure of seeing me in pain let alone my fear of what he would do next. I dug my nails into his arms as I struggled to get free. I heard him seep out a grunt of pain. He lost his grip, and I dropped to the ground with a thump. I swiftly moved further away from him to put some distance between us.
I rubbed my sides to ease the soreness that now oozed from my muscles as I sighed in relief for the moment being. I jerked my head around to watch Mal's next move.
"You little bitch..." He groaned as he examined the now bleeding scratches on his arms and then turns his attention back to me with a glare.
Out of nowhere, he just throws his head back and starts laughing like this whole mess was a huge joke to him. I raised an eyebrow as I waited and watched to see just what he was up to. I was pretty sure he had lost it just now.
He stops laughing as he runs his fingers through his bangs that hide his left eye from sight, and says, "You little minx you! You're gonna have to do better than that, if you think you're gonna get away with just a few cat scratches. You better think again."
He narrows his eyes and begins to stride towards me with stealth speed. I was about to panic, but then I remembered my switchblade. I whipped it out, blade and all, and put on my, "Don't go there face", as I held my knife out in front me to prove my point.
Again Mal laughs devilishly and taunts, "Your toothpick won't save you today, wench!"
I roll my eyes at his terrible pun, and say, " As I recall, "this toothpick" put Steve back in the nurse's office. You'll have to come up with something better than that, your majesty."
He cocked his head to the side with a wicked grin, he drawls, " So its finally dawned on you just who you're fooling around with, has it? You're playing with fire, Red, and you're about to get burned. Don't say I didn't warn you."
I blinked and think to myself that this guy is way too much into himself, but I'm not going down, not without a fight. He's already right on me, just inches away from my blade. Mal continues to mock me with that smug grin of his. It infuriates me so, that I glare back at him.
"Back off Mal, I'm not playing with you." I growled.
He laughs, and I gasps because the next thing he does surprise the hell out of me. He grabs ahold of my blade and pulls it towards him, and me in the process as blood starts to seep from his hand. I was completely caught off guard by this sudden move, I was rendered speechless by it.
"What are you gonna do now, princess?...Just answer me this," He said with an even more sinister smile if that was even possible. With his free hand, he grabbed my unoccupied arm, and with little to nothing, he turned the tables on me, and now I was one at the knifepoint. He pulled his left arm across my chest where I could not move to free myself, and with his other, he pointed the blade to my throat, and continued where he left off, "Who gave you that file?...Don't lie to me, because I've watched you long enough to figure out when you are hiding something from me."
This was the first time in a long time that I was ever this scared, but I still wasn't about to shut down and let him get to me. I just won't let it happen no matter what.
I must have taken too long to answer because Mal pressed the blade in my neck, and it stung a little as he hissed his reply, "Roxanne, I'm running out patience. Who was it?!"
I took a breath to settle my now rattle nerves and replied in a small voice that still trembled, " I d-don't have proof who it was. It on my bed last night when I came back from showering."
"Really?!" Mal commented with indifference as we both wrung in each other grasp. "Stop your struggling, I have no intention of releasing you until you tell me what I want. I will cut you just like Steve if not worse. Now, tell me who the hell was it?!"
I felt terrible for what I was about to do, but I saw no other way out of this, so I decided that I had no other option but to squeal on Trent.
I gulped, and lost some of my footings and fell further into Mal. He grunted and then growled, "Stop stalling, Red. I will cut that pretty little neck of yours. Here maybe I should do that right now to prove my point."
I gasp as Mal dug the blade further into my neck and chuckles as though this was some kind of game. "How does that feel?...Like a tickle? There's more where that came from, princess. Trust me."
"Fine. I tell you. Just stop it already." I piped up what little courage I could muster.
"Good. Its about time, my patience is running short. Don't get me wrong, you do smell nice, but I don't care for that right now." He said as he laughs.
I strutter with fear and something else I couldn't define, as I blurted out Elliot's name.
He dropped the blade from my neck, but still didn't release me from his hold, as if in thought, Mal replies, "Should have known it was that little weasel. He never learns. Like someone else I know."
Mal's Pov:
I chuckle at my last statement with my lips close to Roxanne's ears. She trembles for a second time this morning, and I like it, so I decide to further freak her out some more by taking a moment to lick the blood oozing from her neck. She squirms even more under my grip as if in panic, and somehow frees herself, and plants a hand across my face with hard impact.
She quickly steps out of my reach and grabs her neck with one hand, and glares back at me, but all I could do was smile. I enjoyed every bit of it, and strangely enough, I wanted more, but sadly that came to an end when I heard steps coming our way. I turn to see that its Chef marching in our general direction.
"Alright you two lovebirds, break it up." Chef stated as he stopped in front of the doorway, and immediately looks at my hand that was dripping blood, and Roxanne with her bleeding neck. "You got visitors today, Mal. Both of you, go clean yourselves up in the nurse's office, and Mal, meet me in the cafeteria in 5 minutes. Go!"
"After you, Roxanne." I smirked as I sweep my hand across the threshold to indicate a gentleman's gesture.
"Burn in hell." She growled and stormed out, not even to stop to wait on Chef.
I chuckle as I step in toll with Chef.
"What the hell did you do this time?" Chef asked as he raised an eyebrow. "Not that your love quarrels are any of my concern."
"Wouldn't you like to know..." I replied with glee.
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