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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:
The rest of the day flew by quick, the classes seemed like a blur after awhile. Everyone kept staring me and whispering every time I walked by. I didn't think much about it at the time because most of the guys here were a weird bunch anyways. I didn't see Duncan much for the rest of the day either, I figured he was probably just ditching the rest of the classes for some fun. I can't say I'd blame him, without Chef there to keep us awake and in line, it was so monotonous. The parole officer's voice was so dull and lifeless, you almost think he was a zombie, he just stood there and droned on about different parts of history like a tired energizer bunny.
When the classes did finally and mercifully ended, I dragged myself into the elevator and waited for it to take me to my floor. I was just really tired today, and I really couldn't explain it.
"Well, look what the cat dragged in..." A familiar voice drawled from the left side of the elevator.
I turn towards the voice and see it's Mal standing there leaning on his side on the elevator wall lazily. He was looking extra creepy today, which reminded me that this was the first time I'd seen him all day. Where's he been all day?...
"So how was your day, princess?" He smirks at me and says after a moment of pause from his previous statement.
I sigh and irritatedly reply, "I told you not to call me that, Mal. And why do you ask? You weren't ever interested before."
He pretended to look hurt as he complained in a whining tone, "What?...I can't even ask my own roommate how their day went?...Red, I am hurt. Show some compassion."
I roll my eyes and think,"Oh, I'll show you some compassion alright..." But instead, I retort, "Only when that person to ask is you."
Again with that wounded expression, Mal says, "Me?...Now you're just being mean."
I snort as I shake my head in disbelief. This guy is really something else.
"Fine, I'll tell you how my day went instead." He says with a really creepy grin as his eyes narrow in on me and crossing his arms over his chest. "I had an "interesting conversation" with Trent today regarding my personal records he decided to share with you. Let's see, after that, I stole Chris's five-star breakfast platter out from under his nose, then I thought to myself that I'd stop by and give "Ole Steve a friendly hello", but then I never could find him anywhere today. Then I wondered to myself, "Why is that?".
He paused for a second to look at me further as his grin got creepier yet, and continued, "Then a little birdie told me a little something about how your day went. Care to fill me in on that, Red?.."
I felt my pulse quickening as I begin to sweat. I tried to remain calm and collected. "Is he referring to my brawl with Steve?... Just how much does he know about it, if he does know that is?.."
Mal chuckled darkly as his eyes glisten with mirth when he caught the look of my face.
"Oh, God!...He does know!...What do I do?!.." I think as I begin to mentally panic. I'm stuck in this elevator with him, and I have nowhere to go, and on top of that, he has my pocket knife too. "Shit!.."
"What's the matter, Red?.." Mal drawls as he steps off the wall and takes a step towards me. "You look flustered about something. Maybe if you tell me what's on your mind, I might be able to assist you?.."
He stops just a few inches away from me; his eyes never leaving mine as he slowly reaches his stitched hand up to my face as attempting to caress it, but I swipe his hand away and take several steps back.
"Don't touch me, Mal," I say with as much backbone as I could summon considering the situation.
He chuckles at my reaction. Then without warning, he slams me against the side of the elevator with his body tightly pressed up against mine and both of his hands planted on both sides of me, he whispers in my ear, " Oh Red...I'll touch you when I want to, don't think for a second I can't. Because I can and will if I desire it."
I shudder at his response as I struggle to push him off of me, but he was too strong. I just couldn't get him to budge not even an inch, so I look him angrily in the eye and retort, "Get off of me."
"Or you'll do what?..." He says as he peers down at me through his dark bangs and scary enough I could see both of his eyes this time from being so close up. It was like they could see right through me.
I growled at him as I continue in vain trying to pry his body off of mine. Just I was about to really panic, the intercom screeched, and Chris made himself known.
"Mal and Roxanne, please come see me in my office, and on the double! No horsing around! I got other things I need to do!"
As soon as Chris made that announcement, I felt like I could breathe again. Mal backed off and just smirked like it was his idea or something. He pressed the button for the first floor and we rode the elevator again. This time, he didn't say anything, and he also kept to himself the rest of the way down, but that creepy smile of his never left his lips.
Chris didn't waste a second the moment we walked into his office, he pulled out his remote and pointed at his giant monitor screen, and said, "Care to explain what the hell this was all about Roxanne?"
I raise an eyebrow and as I dread what Chris was about to show us. I had a feeling I already knew what it was. The footage showed me in the abandoned classroom with Steve from the time I walked in, to Steve walking in, to him attempting to assault me, and worst of all the part where he grabbed my breast. Which Chris felt he needed to rewind and play that part a few times more.
Mal laughed and looked at me as he said, "Getting a little action there huh, Red?!..Bet you liked that."
I glared angrily at him as I punched him in his shoulder, and furiously reply, "Did I look like I enjoy it, Mal?!..."
"I don't know you tell me, Red?" He says as he continues to smile as if I never hit him.
"How about I show you?!" I retorted as I geared up to knock his block off.
"Excuse me!.." Chris interrupted, with a scowled. "Can we have a "one meeting" here?'
We both fall silent.
"Thank you," Chris replies in an irritated voice as he continues to play the rest of the video to the end without stopping this time.
"Well, Roxanne. Ya did it this time." Chris says as he folds his fingers together, and looks at me seriously from his desk, and then looks at Mal as he continues, " Mal, I don't know what she picked up from you, but it's got to end here. I can't have delinquents carving folks up like pumpkins. It's not even Halloween yet. Nurse Nancy is not happy about this either."
Mal laughs and says, "I didn't take any part in this one, Chris. I can't take any credit for it either, you are on your own."
"Regardless of whether it's true or not, I still have to punish both of you." He said as he continued to scowled us, but then he pauses as he smiles and says, "But Mal did have a point though, that was pretty steamy back there if you know what I mean..."
Mal and Chris both snickered.
Even though Chef was under the weather, he was there and just rolled his eyes at the whole deal.
I narrowed my eyes and pointed in Chris's face as I angrily retorted, " There is nothing "steamy" about almost being taken advantage of, and you know it. Besides, he deserved what he got, he should have never put his hands on me. You and Mal are just as much as a pig as he is!"
Mal smirked at my heated response.
"Hey!...Now you just wait just one minute there!..." Chris shouted back at me as he jumped straight up out of his chair from his desk, and continued, " I am not a pig!... And just for that I'm gonna make both of you clean the toilets with only a toothbrush and nothing else, and you better have it done before tomorrow morning. You got that?...Good, now get outta my office!"
As soon as we walked out the door, Chris made another announcement for Duncan to come and see him as well.
Mal's parole officer escorted us to the appointed restrooms and left us both each with a toothbrush to start our punishment. We both walk inside and took a look around. It was absolutely disgusting. I was beginning to think that Chris didn't even have a cleaning crew in this facility, which wouldn't surprise me at this point. I really wasn't looking forward to this, and to top it off, I had to clean with Mal again. The guy just gives me the creeps. I can't stand the way he looks at me sometimes. I'm not sure what's worse, trying to deal with him or Steve and his thugs. At this point, I don't even try to make conversation with Mal, I just wanted to get this done and over with. I felt so drained after today, and I just really couldn't explain why. Maybe it was because I wasn't eating enough or maybe it was the bit of food that I was eating here, either way, I just felt out of it. I wanted nothing more than to get my shower and crash into my bed.
Looking around, I noticed the cleaning spray and other chemicals used to clean with, so I grabbed a bottle and kneeled down in front of one of the toilets and started my punishment. It got quiet after a while. All I could hear was my scrubbing and the trickling sound of water as if something was continuously pouring. I didn't really think about it, but then it dawned on me that Mal was being very quiet, so I turned my head around to see what he was doing. Sure enough, I see him and Duncan just standing there with their backs to me, and they were using the urinals.
I stop what I'm doing and look away as I sigh and say, "Really!?..Guys, you're gonna do that right in front of me?"
Mal chuckles while Duncan jumps with a start, and twists his head in my direction, and flusteredly says, "R..Roxanne?!...What the hell?!.. What are you doing in here?!"
He quickly zips up his fly and looks at me in disbelief.
I facepalmed and said, "What does it look like, Duncan?...Chris has me and Mal cleaning the toilets."
"What?!..Really?!..Well, it sucks to be you guys. I'll see ya later, Chris has me cleaning the graffiti off of his car." He says with indifference as he shrugs. "Chef caught me."
I laugh as I shake my head and get up to clean the next commode as Duncan exits the restroom. Without even looking back, I groan and say, "You know I could understand Duncan not seeing me in here Mal, but you on the other could have said something. That was so uncalled for."
"What it's a restroom?...This's what you do in them." He taunts back at me from the other side of the room.
"I don't care. Next time say something. And another thing, I'm not cleaning this gross bathroom by myself, Mal!...You had better be cleaning when I turn around..." I stated as I started to scowl Mal, but then I saw something dark crept past me in the stall, and then it turned around and headed for me, and then I screamed bloody murder at the top of my lungs as I dropped my toothbrush and desperately climbed up on the toilet to safety.
Mal's Pov:
I smile as I watch Roxanne bent over struggling to clean one of the toilets. She was clearly upset with me again, but I didn't mind it all at. I like seeing her this way, and I was frustrated with it. I don't know why I particularly liked or even chosen to latch onto tormenting her more than "my usuals". I admit having many of my quirks left over from being trapped inside Mike's head was what makes me who I am now, but over the last year outside of his head, I had experienced many things. Things I liked feeling and things I didn't. I enjoy stretching and extending my power over this facility. The very fear I create just walking down the halls and whistling to myself alone causes crowds to disperse and flee. That feeling is like no other, and I relish in it, but with Red over here. She never cowers in my presence. Not even once. I see fear sometimes lurking in the corner of her fixed gaze, but it still doesn't stop her from fighting back. If anything she continues to defy me even after I've threatened her life which is something Duncan knows better than to do, (defying me that is), but not her. She continues to challenge my authority with those eyes of her filled with so much fire, and something else I haven't discovered yet. She's like nothing I've ever dealt with before. Other girls, I've met only have to take one look into my eyes, and they crumble without any resistance, but not this little minx. What's even more interesting yet is the fact that her face barely even reaches my shoulders, and yet she still continues to press forward to spurn me. I don't know how, but I will break her, and bend her down to my will if it's the last thing I do. I have to find her weak spot and trust me everyone has one.
As I continue to ponder over my thoughts how I would punish her myself personally, as I lean up against the wall since there is nowhere to sit except to take a shit. I tap the toothbrush my parole officer handed me against my temple lost in thought while not really paying much attention to her nagging. At least not until she screamed like someone was killing her.
Elliot's Pov:
I limped down the corridor heading to my cell after having Mal pretty much maul me out in one of the dusty closets early. I once again I agree to do as he asked of me or suffer a beating worse than this one. I had snuck into the front office and got what I needed to in order to get Mal's blackmail for his roommate. I wasn't very comfortable with this idea, but it was better her than me. As I was leaving with the object in hand, I stopped because I heard Mrs. Woods say something curiously interesting to Chris. I only caught part of the conversation.
"...Great, it's finally here. Max's parents should be proud of that kid. He may not be the sharpest tool in the shed, but he does provide me with some interesting toys. I can't wait to play with this little baby." Chris brags as he holds a brown-paper parcel in his arms almost the size of his chest.
I crept closer to get a better view and find out just what Chris meant by "toy".
After Chris's comment, Chef, and Mrs. Woods both rolled their eyes.
"I'm done for the day. See ya." Chef said as he sniffled and trotted past me unnoticed.
Mrs. Woods just shook her head and told Chris good night as she locked up her office to head home for the night.
Chris just shrugged and said, "Whatever."
He also left and retired for the day. I followed to see where he would go and find out more about his suspicious parcel.
Mal's Pov:
I don't know why, but at the sound of her scream, I came hurtling towards to her stall to see what was the cause of her alarm. I peer into the stall slowly to see her standing on the commode trembling with fear, seeing my legs she looks up at me and I give her quizzically look.
She points down at my feet, but all I see is the cleaning spray and filthy floor.
"What?!..What the hell are you screaming your lungs out for?!" I demanded, somehow I was losing my patience with this.
"Y..you can't tell me you can't see it!.." She quaked with fear.
I scratched my head I was at a loss for words. "What the hell's got into her?.."
"The roach, there." She pointed again, and I see it this time as she continues, "Just kill it already!"
I looked from her to the bug on the floor and to her again and I just couldn't take it anymore. I doubled over and laughed. This was priceless. Here I was trying to find a way to bring terror in her life and a mere bug does it for me. This was just rich.
"How precious." I uttered as I smiled up at her as she glared down at me from the stall as I continued, "You're telling me that you're not afraid of Steve and his goonies or even me for that matter, but this..." I point at the bug circling her only means of safety, "...little bug that's not even a tenth of your height. You have got to be kidding me."
"Shut up, Mal!" She said as she barked at me from her post. "It's not funny, okay?!... I can deal with spiders. I can deal with snakes, and I can even deal with mice, but not roaches. I absolutely hate them, but not as much as I do with you now."
I feel myself glowing with mirth at her fear as I respond, "Really?!.. Do you now?"
Without warning, she threw her toothbrush at me with rigid force. It hit me on the side and bounced off into the floor like a ball. I look up to see that she continued to glare at me. An idea struck me, I smiled as I took out her knife that I claimed and reach down to stab it. It still squirmed around on the blade as I stood back up to present Red with her little phobia. I see her eyes widen as I bring it closer towards her. I smirk as she pushes me back out of the stall and tries to stop me.
"Mal, you asshole! Get it away from me! I'm not playing with you today!" She screamed at me as she frantically brushes past me to escape. "Don't you dare put that on me!"
"Or you'll do what?" I ask with a laugh as I close in on her as she back into the wall. I was just a few steps away.
"Mal, I swear to whatever is holy to you, I will kill you if you put that roach on me. So help me, I will!" She said with a pointed finger, but I could she was shaking not just in anger, but in fear as well.
This was exhilarating this feeling I felt right now, and I loved every second of it. She huddled into the wall as far as she could from my outstretch blade that held the struggling bug.
I stopped in front her as I held the bug up to where it was just about a ruler's length from her face, and then I smirked as I taunted, "Are you threatening me, Red?."
"I'll do more if you don't get that thing out of my face, Mal!" She said with those fiery eyes of her's.
I chuckle at her response as I tilt my head to side and reply, "Like what?"
I continue looking down at her as I wait for her response with satisfaction in causing her so much stress.
"I'll say it again, Mal. This will be the last time I warn you." She says with a deadly look in her eye that I recall seeing in the footage earlier with her and Steve. "Get the bug out of my face or I will knock you into the middle of next week."
I liked that look, it filled me with a heighten fever that excited me, it almost felt like I was getting high off it. I couldn't resist it anymore, I had to know what she would do if I did it. The situation was just too alluring for it to go undone. So I narrowed my eyes as I brought my face closer to her's and calmly reply, " I wanna see that."
With that I removed the bug with one slide of my other hand and tossed it towards her face, she immediately screamed again as she clawed it away and before I could step completely out of her reach she slugged me hard in my jaw. It sent me staggering back a few steps. The girl had some power behind those punches. I could see now why Steve went down so easily, she had spunk. She gasped with panic as she looks frantically around for the insect, making sure it was no longer on her. I laughed at her distress as I rubbed my jaw that was now searing in pain. I strolled on up to her, grabbing one of her wrists and spinning her around to face me as I pulled her further up close by her shoulders with a firm locked grip. I looked down into her eyes that first shone with confusion then instantly turned to anger once again.
"Take your hands off of me, Mal. I've had enough of this." She growled at me while shaking with violent intensity.
I chuckled as I leaned in and with a quiet, but dangerous tone I said, "You should feel lucky today, Red. Not many people that have thrown a punch in my face have lived long enough to see another sunrise, let again brag about it. But today, I'm gonna let that go, because I've already decided how I'm gonna punish you later."
She narrowed her eyes and spat, "Why wait? Why not get it over with, and do it now?"
I smirked because I enjoy that little fight in her as I remarked, "Because my little princess, I will enjoy it more then than I will now. I have waited long enough, and I can wait a little bit longer until then."
With that, I released my hold I held over her, and she continued to stand there and glare at me all the more. I'm not sure if it was from the comment or the pet name, but either way, I now knew how I was going to get her to bend.
I laughed as I turn towards the exit to leave, but then she quickly blocks me from going out the door.
"Just where the hell do you think you're going, mister!" She hisses as she reached up and pulls me by my collar towards her face and continues, "You're not leaving, because I'm not cleaning this restroom by myself!"
I was taken by surprise, she actually has the gall to keep pushing me. I knew without a doubt I was going to enjoy her punishment now to the fullest. I took her hands and removed them from my attire as I wickedly smile, and say, "Then don't worry about it. I'll take care of it personally. But don't forget what I said."
She rolls her eyes and walks out the door, I smile because I knew I was going to enjoy every second of it when the time came. We both got in the elevator and neither of us spoke to one another after that as we walked out onto our floor and headed to our destinated cell.
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