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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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Mal's Pov:
As soon as we got back to our cell, we went our separate ways to shower and call it a night. I was pretty sure I knew where Roxanne was going to shower these last few nights, and I had to say I was impressed and intrigued that she thought to use the nurse's bathroom. She apparently found a way around Chris's little plan and rained on his parade, but that didn't bother me much, to tell the truth. I really didn't need to be distracted by her unveiled flesh, it would get in the way of my plan that I soon would put into action tomorrow night, and with Elliot, that little peon of mine making sure I have the coverage I need, I knew it wasn't going to fail. All in all, it was going to be a win-win situation for me. I smile devilishly to myself as I contemplate the all the different ways I was going to make her grovel at my feet. Just sitting here trying to picture the look on her face, when I finally make her bend to my will was intoxicating. It left me feeling giddy like a small child in a candy store.
Sometime later after I laid in bed staring out of my cell into the faint but, dim light I watched as the doors glide in and out of place. Chris still hasn't done anything about the cell doors' malfunctioning which has been going on for the last few nights now. My parole officer, Raph, and a few others stood guard to make sure everyone stayed in their cells as well. I couldn't help but feel that tonight was one of those nights that was gonna be off. Something chaotic was gonna happen I could feel it and I just love it when things turn into pandemonium. I grinned to myself as I lay awake enthralled by the very idea. My cell door slide opened and I snapped out of my musings as I watch Raph let Roxanne in. Without a word or even looking at me, she tosses her laundry into the laundry hamper and pulls her covers back as she crawls into her bed. I could tell she still didn't want to acknowledge my presence. The insect incident must have really pissed her off or she just didn't have the strength left to care what I thought at the moment, either way, it didn't plague me. I figured I'd get a few hours of sleep and then put what was left of my plans into motion tomorrow when the time was right.
Roxanne's Pov:
Today started out okay, but by the end of it, Mal ruined it. I was still foaming mad at what he did, and then he had the balls to threaten me about giving me some silly "punishment". He's got a lot of nerve when it comes to messing with me, I will not take that crap from him or anybody for that matter. I just let out a weary sigh as I rolled over on my side facing the wall, so I didn't have to look at that jerk anymore then I had to. I closed my eyes and did my best to let sleep take me. My nerves were rattled and shot for the day, and with the doors still acting up, it just wasn't helping at all, to be honest. On the contrary, it only made me more uneasy knowing that as many delinquents as there were on this floor, they could probably overthrow the few parole officers we did have standing guard, armed or unarmed. Trying to go to sleep was nerve-racking for me.
I don't remember falling asleep, but I think at one point, I did fall in and out of sleep; only for a short, while it seemed. Maybe an hour. Maybe two, I wasn't sure. All I knew was that I woke up with a start. Something didn't feel right at all. It was like that feeling you get when a monster was hovering over you in your bed. I slowly I turned over and looked around letting my eyes adjust to the dim light from the exit sign down the hall and the few emergency lights they leave on at night for the parole officers to keep watch. At first, I didn't notice anything out of the ordinary, but then I noticed some of the delinquents were filing out of there cell doors or attempting to anyways until the parole officers apprehended them; forcing them back into their cells. Somehow it was striking fear into my being even with Raph, Mal's parole officer standing directly in front of our cell with his back to us. Something bad was gonna happen tonight and I could just tell. I could feel it too. I glance over at Mal's bed, I couldn't tell for sure, but he seemed like he was out, and like he was unaware of what was happening around us. I felt frozen with fear like the pit of my stomach had fallen out, and I didn't like this feeling at all.
Whatever insane thought that possessed me to do this or even consider that this was a good idea, completely confounded my sense of rational thinking. I leaped out of my bed like a scared child and climbed into Mal's bed. I crawled carefully over him as not to wake him from his sleep, and laid down closest to the wall as further away from him as I could. I carefully pulled the covers over me and hoped that the morning would come soon if not soon enough. This was the most compromising thing I've ever done, and I knew I was gonna regret it later.
Mal's Pov:
It was late, but I still don't sleep much at night like most of these pleasants do, so I just laid there musing over tomorrow's events and whatever floated through my mind at the time. It was about during that time I noticed Roxanne was awake and was peering anxiously around the room. I watched as she watched the parole officers round up the loose cellmates back into their cells, and then she looked very nervous as she looked into my direction. I didn't move or even say anything because I was curiously interested in just what she was going to do. She usually sleeps through the night, except that night she tampered with Chris's hair products.
With her gaze still locked on me, she shot up from her bed and oddly enough climbs into my bed and my covers as I just laid there on my back with one arm supporting my head and the other resting on my chest. I peer over in her direction as I watch her snuggle further into my blanket as if she was trying to hide from the boogeyman himself. I was at first rather amused by this, but then shortly after irritated at the same time. I've never seen her this afraid before except earlier today with her bug encounter, so seeing her quivering next to me was riveting to me. It was a Roxanne I've never seen before, she always came on so strong. Not once showing any sign of weakness up until now, but it irritated me because she reminded me of a small clingy child. Plus I don't share any of my things with anybody, and that includes my bed.
As I pondered over how I was going to handle this situation, I continued to watch as the officers keep at their pace with gathering the endless bodies that kept prowling the hallway. They just never stopped as soon as they got half of them back into their cells, the other half would creep out of theirs.
Roxanne's Pov:
I was so scared. I didn't even care about my stupid pride or even my intense dislike towards Mal anymore. He was the only one I could count on that stood between me and those bars at this point. I just had to suck it up and hope for the best. I couldn't stop shaking. I prayed that my trembling wouldn't wake Mal, this situation was awkward enough without him and his arrogant remarks at this hour. I peeped up from the blanket to see Mal sleeping on his back, completely at ease and unaware of what was going on. I couldn't help but wonder what he would do in a situation such as this.
Without thinking, I come to realize when it was too late what I did. I was clinging to him with my fingers clamped shut, tightly around the side of his shirt which I pressed my face into him for what exactly?...Comfort?...I wasn't sure, but what I did know was that my fears were starting to waver, and I think I was starting to calm down some.
But just as I was starting to feel at ease, I had this feeling someone was boring their eyes into me, and my fear came back at tenfold as my eyes shot open when I heard a quiet voice say, "Hi Roxanne."
I was face to face with Mal. I don't remember feeling him move or even shift positions, but here he was boring his haughty eyes straight into mine. I quivered with fear as I replied, "Hi Mal."
He then replied with mirth as he said, "Fancy meeting you here. Would you like to explain why you're in my bed?"
I gulped as I squeaked out, "I'm sorry Mal, please don't be mad at me, but I'm so scared. The doors are still going crazy and everyone on this floor is piling in and out of them. The guys on this floor scare the hell out of me."
"More than I do?" He asked with a smirk.
"Please Mal, don't do this tonight. I..." I choked on my words as my whole body was trembling. I almost was certain I was close to hyperventilating at this point.
I felt so embarrassed as I buried myself in his chest, but the fear that was paralyzing me took over my better judgment. I have never been to a sleepover before let alone, sharing the same bed with a guy for that matter.
"P-Please just let me stay here with you until morning. I swear I won't ask anything else of you as long as I'm here, okay?" I begged which was something I would never do, and especially not if it wasn't for the fact that I was so terrified at the time.
Mal didn't say anything for awhile, and I started to worry he would tell me to get lost.
Mal's Pov:
I could not believe what I was hearing even though I was laying watching her desperate cling to me. Part of me wanted to tell her to get out, while the other part of me actually wanted to comfort her.
So going against my natural instinct which would be to do something absolutely evil, I instead resisted that temptation and stretch out my arms towards her as I envelop her closer to me yet. I feel her body stiffen at my touch as I lay my head on top of hers. Strangely enough, I liked this feeling. She smelt nice too, and her body feels nice against mine as well.
I sigh because this was completely of character for me, and I felt out of my element doing this. I liked it but hated it at the same time. It was complicated. I don't do the mushy or sappy, lovey-dovey crap, but for now, I would deal with it because it wasn't going to change what I had in store for her tomorrow night. I smiled wickedly at that thought.
"Mal, what are you doing?" She timidly asked.
"What does it look like I'm doing?" I replied with annoyance.
"I...I don't know. You've never done anything like this before." She said in a tiny whisper as she continued. "For you, this is almost kind of nice."
"I don't "do nice", princess. I'm only doing this because it pleases me, at least for the moment it does. But I can assure you, I'm not interested taking you." I replied dryly trying to sound indifferent to her feelings.
She shuddered at my words as she peered up at me. I smile wickedly at her as I watch her fears flashing around her eyes, and she whispered, "Mal, why are you so cruel like this?"
"Why?...Because I enjoy everyone's misery and suffering, and your's is the one, I enjoy in particular most of all. I love the way you are looking at me right now. Those eyes. So big and full of terror. Like a lamb before its slaughter." I replied with intense malicious.
She gasped and then tried to push me away, but I held her firmly in my grip so as she can not escape, and I chuckled at her futile attempt to break free.
I close into her with a serious tone as I whispered, "Stop struggling already and just sleep. I said I wasn't going to do anything to you anyways."
After a moment she stayed her movement then snuggled further into me once again, but before she fell asleep she murmured, "Stupid jerk."
I smirk to myself, as I lay there with her and my arms. With my head laying on top of hers once more, I couldn't help but find myself enjoy her scent and her feminine body pressed up against mine. Tomorrow was just not coming soon enough. I don't even remember closing my eyes, but nonetheless, I must have because that was the last thing I remembered.
Roxanne's Pov:
Not long after Mal's harsh words, I felt myself drift off to sleep, and as crazy as this is going to sound, I actually felt safe in his arms and it felt almost like it could be right.
I don't know what time it was, or if it was just a few hours that we slept, but at some point, something that I just could not explain pulled me from my dream, and I awake to find myself staring back into a pair of eyes that wasn't Mal's. Fear immediately squeezed my insides as I let out a scream of terror, which caused Mal to jump with a start as he looked from me and quickly into the direction I sat frozen in terror. I snapped out of it long enough to see that our cell door had finally come open which is what I had dreaded all along up into this point. Mal jumped up out of bed the moment he saw the unknown delinquent and grabbed him by the collar as he threw him out of our cell as the door continued to slide open and shut.
As soon as the door closed, he whirled his head around to me, and shouted, "Get my keys out of the locker!"
I blinked it was all like a blur to me. Like some terrible dream that at any moment I would wake up from.
Mal called out to me a second time, since I failed to respond the first time, and said, "Roxanne, get the damn keys now!"
Running on pure adrenaline alone, I rose up and sprung from the bed almost tripping in an attempt to get his locker and retrieve the keys. I flung it open and searched blindly as Mal shouted for me to hurry. Shortly after I found them, I raced towards Mal frantically trying to hurry. I could see he was holding the door shut at the best of his ability and he was struggling too to keep all the other cellmates out. I could see them all reaching through the bars with their arms as they were trying to grab Mal as they taunted him and demanded that he let them in. I gave Mal the keys and he quickly locked the door, but I wasn't sure how long it would last. I saw no sign of the parole officers anywhere which bothers me.
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