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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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A/N: I apologize for any confusion if you come across the name "Trent" who is in fact "Elliot." Originally, when I first wrote this, I had used the name "Trent", but later to my horror realized that "Trent" was an actual name for one of the Total Drama characters. So later I had planned to give "Trent" a name that was more original and suited his personality, and I felt "Elliot" was better suited for him. What do you think? :) Again, sorry for the confusion.
Roxanne's Pov:
Last night was very weird, the cell doors were coming open and closing on their own. At first, it kept me up because of the creaking sounds that the doors made, but soon after an exhausting day with Mal pulling his "little stunt with my knife", then his "unexpected birthday party", and plus Chef and his own "version of school". I was done after that. Interestingly enough though, Chris claims that it was a malfunctioning error that they were working on and that it would take a few days to sort out, but not to worry because there would be several parole officers stationed in the hallways. Ironically though, the only floor with this problem was the third one. Mine and Mal's. No other floor was experiencing these problems. The elevators even worked fine, but the cell doors on our floor didn't, and I find this rather fishy. I felt relieved that our cell door never opened last night, or at least not while I was still awake it didn't, but it was being guarded by Mal's parole officer. So that put my mind at ease for the most part. Speaking of parole officers, I was never given one oddly enough, but hey, I'm not complaining though. I couldn't help, but think that Chris knew more than what he was telling us and that he was up to something, and it wasn't good.
As I yawned and stretched in bed, I roll over and see that Mal was already gone. I can't help but to say I was surprised, I don't know that many guys that actually make their bed, and get up this earlier without someone fussing at them to get up and get with it. As much as I didn't like him, I was actually kind of impressed, but I bet his locker wasn't that neat I smile as I amused myself with that thought. Well, I had to get up and get going, so I hopped up, made my bed, got dressed in peace (since all of the other guys where gone), and made sure I looked decent before I headed out. I couldn't help but wonder to myself just where does Mal go so early in the morning?...Now that I thought about it, I don't really recall seeing him that often in the morning when I first get up.
Putting those thoughts aside, I decided to get some breakfast so I headed down to the first floor in the elevator, which still works, but not our cell doors. Hmm...
The doors of the elevator open to the first floor that was full of guys coming and going or just standing around talking, fighting over really nothing, and somewhere bulling over smaller fries. They were really loud too, I could barely hear myself think. Either way, I made my way to the cafeteria to get some grub, doing my best not to be conspicuous. I'd rather not have to knock someone's teeth out this early in the morning if you know what I mean.
I finally came to the cafeteria and went inside, it was not as noisy as it was outside which was a relief to me, it was just too early for me to be surrounded by so much ruckus. That kind of thing also did make me uneasy, I think I may have social anxiety sometimes. Certain situations can be very unnerving for me, but I'm not going to go into that just now. I gotta get some food in me, and prepare myself for another boring day. I look forward to whatever Chef has in store for us today. I'm sure it can't be anything worse than yesterday when Chris came in and interrupted the class to brag about his acting skills, and all the different movies he's been in (which from what I understand wasn't that many).
The line for the grub wasn't long, there were only four other guys in front of me, so I grabbed a tray and waited for my turn. Today's special was moldy muffins with out of date jelly and jam. My stomach plummeted just from the mere sight of the green bits of mold on the muffins, I cringed as I took one anyway. At least the water here was clean and drinkable. I could live on water for awhile right?!...Right?!...
I sat down at one of the tables that weren't taken yet and took a sip of water as I looked around the room. Those of who were in the cafeteria either looked like they were dead like zombies and the other half were chatting and laughing among themselves as they started their day.
Not long after I sat down trying to decide if I can stomach the moldy muffin or not, I hear a familiar voice call out behind me, "Hey, how's life living with Mal treating you?"
Duncan chose a seat left of me as he placed his breakfast tray down, and winked at me as he stuffed his face with a muffin.
I just shrug my shoulders with a "meh", and say, "I've had better. What about you?...How's Chef punishments going?...Word has it, you've been giving him a hell since day one." I smile at the last bit of that statement.
He chokes, and pounds his chest then takes a drink and says with a dry throat, "Yeah, man!...You should have seen his face when he pulled me and the guys in his office. I thought for sure he was gonna bust a vein when he started ranting and raving about his office desk that me and boys strapped to the ceiling! I wish you could have seen it! It was awesome!"
He smirked and we both started laughed as he went into detail on how he did that. He paid a trucker a little bit of money to get the tarp straps he needed to pull it off. All in all, it sounded pretty rad, I wish I had been there to see it myself. It was something I would totally have done too. Messing with Chef was just one of the highlights of being here.
After that, we just sat and talked about nothing in particular, just doing pranks we pulled in the past, and some we might use later on when the chance arises for the occasion. Then we move on to class, today one of the parole officers was actually teaching this time since Chef was out with a cold, so that made things no more interesting than they already were. At one point, I gave up trying to keep my eyes open, and just passed out. I have no idea that I slept through the whole class until Duncan poked me with his pen. I woke with a start, and he just busted out laughing as he slouched back in his desk chair. I gave him the finger which only made him laugh even harder.
After wiping the tears from his eyes from laughing so hard, he said, "Oh come on, Red! That was a riot! You nearly dove for the ceiling like a rocket! That was the funniest thing I've seen all morning!"
I cocked him an eyebrow as I snorted, and said with a small smile, "No it wasn't. I don't find that funny at all mister. Try it again, and you'll be the one diving for the ceiling."
He cracked a grin and said, "I liked to see you try it, Sister!"
"Keep it up, and you just might!" I retaliated as I turned around in my chair to get a better look at him.
"Oh Really?!" He retorted as he started to get excited.
"You heard me, chucklehead," I remarked with a giggle.
He laughed and said, "Oh I'm scared now! Mal's girl is gonna kick my can!"
I snorted again shaking my head as I asked, "Where'd you hear that nonsense?"
"What?!..You don't know. Elliot was telling Steve and his cronies about his "little visit" to your cell the other day. I love what you said about his whang! That was hysterical! I wish I could have seen his face! I bet my whole army knife collection he was pissed!" Duncan said after he looked around and then leaned in for a good laugh.
"Oh my gosh!...Are you serious!" I said as I scanned the room to see if Mal was here, and he wasn't, but still, it made me very nervous to know that everyone now knows about that conversion. No wonder why Mal constantly tries to kill him, Trent that is.
"If Mal finds out about this..." I said with a groan. "I pretty sure I'll be the first he'll come after since he doesn't know that Trent was there the whole time."
"What do you mean Elliot was there?" Duncan asked like a dog with his ears perked up.
I then went into detail of what happened that night but left out the part with Mal's personal records that Elliot left me because I didn't want to have to explain the what happened the following morning after that.
Duncan sighed and said, "Now I'm curious. I gotta know why Elliot took it upon his self to enter yours and Mal's cell like that. That's pretty ballsy move even for him."
Duncan looked like he was lost in thought. Since class ended, and I really didn't want to go any further into that conversation, I picked up my notebook and turned it into the teacher's desk, and waved to Duncan as I headed out.
"Well, see ya. Gotta go to the next class." I said with little enthusiasm.
He snapped back to reality and smiled as he waved back, and said, "Bye. Catch ya later then."
I smiled as I headed out the door and down the hallways, the guys were doing the same stuff as they were earlier, so I paid them no mind as I slipped out my mp3, and decided to play tunes since the next class didn't start for another ten minutes. I surveyed the hallways looking for an empty place to hang out until time was up. I'm such a loner, but only because I can't play nice with others I suppose. Regardless of where I scanned the hallways with my eyes, I did not find me a place to chill, so I just keep on walking until I found an empty classroom with no one in it. So I sat in the teacher's desk and propped my feet on the desk and made myself at home. I closed my eyes for a moment to enjoy the peace and quiet, I left one earbud out just in case. You never know if you know what I mean...
And low and behold, I was right because not long after I got relaxed, I hear the classroom door creaked open and quickly shut again. I waited a moment to see if they are gonna to say something, but they didn't, so I open my eyes and see no other then Steve grinning like a big dog down at me with the creepiest stare I've seen yet.
"Can I help you?" I say with little interest as I continue to look in his direction.
He smirks as he waves the key to the door in front of me, and says, "You sure do look good enough to eat."
I raise a brow as I turn my music up a notch, and say, " I hope you brought some alka-seltzer then because its gonna burn going down."
He gives me scowling look and says, "I haven't forgotten what your boyfriend did in the showers you know."
He then lifts his shirt and takes it off to reveals a nasty scar over his left bicep. I glance and say, "meh" as I shrug my shoulders with indifference.
I sigh as I say, "I'm sure you haven't, and Mal isn't my boyfriend. Why does everyone think that? I don't even like him."
He growls at the first bit of my retort and then says, "What?!...You mean you're available?"
I laughed and state, "Maybe. But not for you."
He laughs and crosses his biceps as he looks me over and says when he notices my mp3, "I bet you listen to that girly pop music!"
Without even a warning, he snatches my mp3 off of me. I growl at him as I take my feet over the desk, and finally look him in the eye since he first walked in.
With my feet firmly on the floor and my hands on clenching the armrests on the chair, I glare up at him and say, "Maybe I do, maybe I don't, either way, it's none of your damn business what I listen to. Now give it back or else."
He chuckles as he tosses it in the air and catches it with ease, with a wicked smile he says, "What're you gonna do if I don't?"
Without breaking eye contact, I quote, " I'll give you two guesses."
"Let me guess, one you'll cry and two you'll go tell your boyfriend I'm being mean," Steve says with that grin never leaving his face.
"Wrong and wrong again, dumbass!" I growled with fury. Without warning, I jump up of the chair and punch his prized possession below the belt.
Immediately he doubles over in pain, he dropping the mp3 and holding on to his jewels for his dear life, and gasps in pain as I reach for my musical device. Just as I put it back on, and turn to leave, he laughs as he grabs my arm and yanks me around to face him.
He then says through gritted teeth, "Y...you forgot I locked us in here."
My eyes light up from the realization that he was right, he has the key and the only escape route. I attempt to yank my arm back, but he holds on with a deadly grip, seeing me struggle he laughs some more. I narrow my eyes at him in disgust, as he gets up and hovers over me with stealth like speed. He attempts to shove me closer to him, but I continue to back up.
He chuckles as he stalks me like prey, and then drawls, "What's the matter? Mal not here to save you this time, doll face?"
I finally hit something, I turn quickly to see its a closed window, and I struggle as I try to pry it open before he gets any closer, but to no avail. Only seconds later that felt like hours, still fighting with the window, he pounces on me. He spins me around, and leer down at me like a cat playing with his mouse, and then places both his hands up against the wall on both sides of me, and leers even further down at me with a crazed expression on his face.
"You sure are feisty. I like that in a girl." He muses as he looks me over with his hunger eyes that completely disgust me.
"Get off me, or you will regret it," I said calmly, with all seriousness with an edge to my voice. "I can promise you that you will."
"Oh!...Is that so?" He says practically licking his chops. "I think I'm gonna have some fun with you since Mal isn't interested."
He then quickly reaches out and cups my breast, and squeezes it, and that was all it took for me to snap. I reach up and grabbed him by the hair of his head and slammed it into the window, causing the window to shatter glass everywhere. He immediately snapped out his lusted daze, and threw a fist towards my head but missed, so I took that as an opportunity to punch him in the gut which winded him, and like before he doubles over into the floor. Without wasting any time, I look around frantically for a weapon to use, and all I could see was shards of glass lying everywhere. I almost panicked but then I spot a rather good size piece of glass, I quickly grab it without cutting myself and kick him as hard as I could in the face which sent him a flying on his back a few feet.
He tries to get up, and looks to me and curses, "You little bitch.."
I don't say anything, but swoop in and deliver another kick to his face as he crumbles to the floor in pain, I start kicking him again and again until he stopped moving. He laid there panting, as he shields himself from my attacks.
I laugh out loud and smugly rub it in his face as I say, "How's it feel to get your ass handed to you by a girl?"
He just continues to glare up at me with intense hatred in his eyes, and then says, " Bitch, please! That's not even a scratch."
He paused then adds as he laughs, "Even Elliot could do better than that."
I narrow my eyes at him and say, "Oh!?..Is that so?...What about this then?"
He gives me a confused look.
I smile wickedly as flipped him over with my foot, and then I grab his left bicep tightly and carve in Mal's initials underneath the scar Mal left him into his flesh. Steve cries out in agony. Just as I finish up, he tears his arm from my grasps as he speedily gets up and stumbles to the door to unlock it, and looks at me with a mixture of fear and hate.
"Y...you're a freak!" He stuttered as he fumbled with the door handle as he turns back and points accusingly at me. "You're just like him!...You're a crazy bitch!"
I continue you to smile wickedly back at him as I tilt my head to the side, and calmly reply, "That's crazy psychotic bitch to you, ass-wipe."
I laughed because he didn't even stop to argue, as soon as he got that door open, he ran like the devil was after him. I let out the breath I had just realize I had been holding and drop the shard of glass as I put my mp3 back in my pocket and head to class without a second thought. As I walked out of the empty classroom, I didn't see any sign of Steve anywhere, which was perfectly fine by me, but the hallways did get quieter as I passed by.
Mal's Pov:
I standing outside my class which I usually ditch, but there was nothing else to do, so I was about to go in when I heard the most interesting conversation take place.
A couple of regulars were all hovering around and chatting excitedly like a couple of school girls. Usually, I didn't care what goes on among the peons around here, but when I heard "Yeah!...Steve was trying to get some ass, and that Roxanne chick shanked his ass good!". I chuckled as I leaned in and listen further to what they had to say on the subject.
"So you mean Red actually took out Steve all by herself?" I sneered as I crossed my arms and laughed.
The wimps all took several steps back doing their best not to get too close me, afraid they might actually touch me. They looked like they were about to run, but I pulled one of them back and he cried like a little girl the whole time, but I eventually got him to spill me the details, and I have to say I was really fascinated by the tale he told.
Shortly after, I found out what she carved and I have to say that it was well played. I had thought at first she had only cut him, but she went and took that extra mile just get my attention. Well, she's got it, and I've got a little surprise for her as well.
"So little Red thinks she's clever does she?" I chuckle to myself as I head to class.
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