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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 next day was a day you could say I never forgot about since the day I was first brought into juvie. Mal had poked me in my side to wake me, I rolled over glared at him rubbing my stiff muscles after a night of sleeping on the floor. It was rough on a person. Mal popped his neck and stood as he straightens himself up to get ready to leave, but then he turned around and told me to hurry up unless I wanted to be found in my sleepwear. It was too early to argue, so I just followed him as he unlocked the door and we surveyed the mess the guys made during the night. All I could say was that Nurse Nancy was gonna be pissed when she comes in soon. We didn't stick around to find out either, nor did we say much of anything else as we headed up to our cell to get dressed and prepare ourselves for what awaited us.
As we stepped out of the elevator and upon our floor, I wearily glanced around the hallway, I was still haunted by last night's little adventure. It seemed like the floor was deserted, there was no sign of anyone around, but the place was a wreak. Everyone's things were thrown around, personal items were broken and smashed, glass littered the floor, clothes were ripped and torn hanging everywhere. There was no safe spot to step considering both of us were bare-footed. I did my best to step carefully around the glass and other broken shards as we continued to make our way to our cell. When we reached our cell, at last, it didn't look much better than the rest, but not nearly as bad either though. Our stuff was not damaged and was still intact, but some of it was tossed around the room. I quickly picked up my clothes and things, nothing appeared to be missing which I was grateful for.
During my quick little cleanup, Mal didn't even bother with his mess, he just got dressed lazily and turned around to look at me as he raised an eyebrow and bluntly stated, "What are you waiting for?..Get dressed already. I don't have all day."
I shot him an angry look as I remarked, "I will as soon as you turn around! Some of us don't like to live like animals."
"Fine, but make it quick." One of his eyes twitched as he growled at me as he whirled around and impatiently tapped one of his feet on the floor.
"Fine then." I shot back at him, but he didn't turn back around, so I quickly threw on a pale green shirt and a black and white plaid skirt that I received the other day from home. I was stuck with the skirt because that's all I had to wear at the time, and Mal was being impatient. Apparently, my mom was still angry with me and had decided to just drop them off at the front desk for Mrs. Woods to pass onto me instead of waiting to check up on me. Regardless, I was thankful considering there are no clothes for girls here. She only sent me about a few days worth of clothes and other personal items that I really needed like deodorant, tampons, hairbrush, toothbrush and toothpaste, and etc.
"Are you done yet?" Mal asked impatiently as he peeked at me from the corner of his eyes.
"Almost. Just give me a minute, okay?!.." I said as I struggled trying to pull on my orange jumper over my other clothing since it was Friday, we still had to wear these stupid things. I really didn't like them, they didn't quite fit right on me since I was so tiny in height, they were so heavy and bulky on me. I sighed, I wasn't gonna let it or Mal bother me today if it killed me.
"I'm done. Are you happy now?" I said trying my darndest not get testy as I watch him turn around and face me.
" 'About time." He said, and with a smirk, he added," Do all girls take this long to get dressed?!..Do you need to paint your face while we're here?...Do you want me to help you pick out which purse you wanna carry today?.."
That was it. He just ruined it just like that. And just like that, I lost my cool and snapped.
I pointed an angry finger at him as I tried as hard as I could to regain my composure and said, " Call me crazy or maybe it's just me, but I can't help but to get the feeling that you absolutely delight in ticking me off?!.."
Mal's smirk widens as he folded his arms over his chest beaming with smugness as his eyes danced with mirth and then chuckled at my lack of patience as he commented, "Took you long enough. I always did enjoy seeing that little temper of yours spark like a wildfire. I never knew you were so passionate, Red!.."
On the inside, I was fuming mad and wanted nothing better than to slap that stupid grin off his face, but on the outside, I took a deep breath and calmly I walked up to him just inches from his face as I replied, "Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, Mal. You really don't want to push your luck with me, because I promise you, you don't want to be in the eye of this hurricane."
With that I turned on my heel and was about to walk out the door when Mal almost clothes-lined me in the cell door when he placed his arm in front of me preventing me from passing and then proceed to lean in to whisper in my ear in a conceited tone, "On the contrary, Roxanne I think I do. Nothing would excite me more than to see that fiery little temper of yours spin out of control."
I was completely flabbergasted by his lewd-hinting remark, that I couldn't think of a thing to retort back at him as I stood there staring angrily at his smug face. Before he could say anything else, a thuggish looking guy about Mal's height but heavy-set with dark-colored hair appeared at our cell and looked to Mal and said gruffly, "Hey boss, Chris's back, and he and Chef are assembling everyone to the mess hall. I think it has something to do with last night's jailbreak on your floor."
As soon as the thuggish-looking guy had spoken, Mal didn't move from where we were standing, but he did turn his head in the guy's direction to acknowledge his presence as he spoke.
Mal chuckled as he removed his arm from the door post, and said, "This should be a meeting we'll never forget. Oh, and Pete, make sure you get the boys together for later. I have some important business I will need to attend later on today."
"Sure boss, I'll get right on it." Pete said as he turned around and left.
Mal turns back to me with that same smug grin and says, "Well?...Shall we?"
He attempted to offer me his arm, but I narrowed my eyes and walked around him and headed to the mess hall while he followed not far behind.
In the mess hall, Chris had Chef round up all the guys that got out of control on our floor. Apparently, according to Chris, the reason the parole officers were not available on our floor last night was that Chris had shamelessly invited almost of them to go to one of Chris's personal spas, which was why guard duty was so low. But that still didn't explain what happened to Mal's parole officer, or why he suddenly disappeared last night during his watch...Something didn't quite add up here, and I couldn't help but wanted to find out how and why. Even though somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew I shouldn't mess with this.
Chris then continued to go on about giving the delinquents on our floor their punishments, which was twenty-four hours of community service and washing all the facility's windows inside and out. Then he surprised me with his next statement.
"Unfortunately, due to all this chaos, and because of unknown and unidentified sources, "Chris states as he eyeballs me with a suspicious facial expression as he continues on, " I am left with no other choice but to place Roxanne in her own cell for her own safety and because of unknown call in complaint about unchaperoned teenagers sharing cells with the opposite sex."
He then points at me with an annoyed face and says, "Are you happy now, Roxanne?"
I wasn't sure how to respond to that, so I just shrugged and thought to myself, "Thank God!".
Chris didn't say a whole lot after that, and so everyone was dismissed back to their breakfast and onto their first classes. Everything felt like it was going back to normal, or whatever that was anymore. I wasn't sure anymore at this point, my first couple days here have been insane, and nothing like what I experience at home or school. I mean yeah, there was always guys at my school that were perverted and liked to cut up and fight and stuff, but this was just crazy. I knew I just couldn't take this place lightly anymore, or it would be my undoing if I did. What was scary was that I kept having this feeling like I was being constantly watched, except more than usual, and it was unnerving. It felt like someone was following me, but I never saw anyone. No one looked out of place or suspicious to me. So I did my best to shrug it off as nothing. I was probably just being paranoid after last night's events.
By lunchtime, I still hadn't seen any sign of Mal since earlier, and don't get me wrong because I wasn't complaining, it was actually a relief not having him around to pester me with his smugness. It drove me crazy. After I had finished eating, I decided to take a walk around to kill time until next class, but just I had round a corner I found myself surrounded by Steve and his goons. I don't even know how I could have missed their loud voices or the stomping noises they were making. I must have been so engrossed in my thoughts that I didn't realize what was going on around me let alone what was in front of me now.
As soon as I collided with one of Steve's goons, and he looked up and said, "Hey Steve, lookie what I found?!"
He grabbed onto my arm tightly whereas I couldn't escape, and Steve turned into my direction to see what his goon was barking about.
"What?!.." He said with annoyance, but as soon as he saw me, his eyes lit up light a Christmas tree, and he continued, " Well, look at this?!.."
I felt like I was going to be sick. There was way too many of them, and I didn't have my knife. Mal still had it, and it left me defenseless. I began to struggle to free myself, but the thug only tightens his grip on my forearm even more which was cutting into my circulation.
Steve lowers his face down to my eye level as he grabs my chin and forces me to look into his eyes as he says, "I think we have some unfinished business, missy."
I glared back at him, but I didn't have a thing to say because words couldn't describe just how foolish, and irresponsible I felt just now. I should have known better than this, especially after last night.
"Alright boys, I think we are due for some fun." Steve says with a creepy smile and then adds, "Make sure you keep a good hold on this one. She's feisty as hell."
The thug holding me against my will nodded with a toothy grin and they drug me off to a different part of the building where no one was around and broke into one of the empty classrooms that looked like it hasn't been used in awhile. They didn't even bother to close the door which surprised me because if I got loose I sure as hell would be making a run for it, but I had no such luck, the guy that held me in place was very reluctant to loosen his grip on me. I could feel myself beginning to panic again.
"This can't be happening!...Where's Duncan when I need him?!..Or even Mal, that asshole for the matter?!.." I silently panicked to myself as I started looking around for a means to escape this unlikely situation.
"Hey boss, are we all gonna get a turn?.." One of them asked Steve while he looked me over.
"Sure, why not?!..But I get first dibs." Steve said as he strolled up to me with greedy eyes and continued, "Don't think I forgot about our little time together the other day, Red."
I refused to let them see my fear, so I continued to glower at all of them as I held my head high. Steve stopped in front of me with that lustful grin never leaving his face, and without warning, he begins to tear off my jumpsuit. Ripping it from my body, I felt so violated as I wrung around and squirmed about trying desperately to free myself by to no avail. They all started to sneer and stretch their arms out to grope me, by then I started kicking whoever got close enough to my range.
Steve got pissed and raged, "You dimwit, grab her legs or she's gonna get away!"
Two other guys swooped in and grabbed a hold of my legs to prevent me from thrashing around any further. By then I knew I was done for, and Steve could tell he was winning, he was enjoying the fear that etched out on my face as I stared back at him with panic clearly visible for him to see. He chuckled as he said, "That's a good girl. In just a few minutes I'll give you something you'll like."
He then proceeds to run his hand up my skirt, running past my thighs in a slow motion to torture me, and then stop at my panty line. Just as he was about to remove them, I hear a group of voices heading our way. It was a large group of thuggish-looking guys. There was at least ten of them, and they all crowded around Steve and his goons as they all looked at one another. They were all carrying a weapon of sorts, from pipes, bats, knives, shivs, etc.
Steve stops what he's doing and looks up angrily when he saw them, and say, "Get lost or wait your turn!"
Then one of Steve's goons, the one called David I recognized said, "Hey, you're Mal's boys, what are you doing on our turf?!.."
By this time, Steve stood up when he comes to realize it as well. Suddenly the newcomers parted a path, and Mal stepped out of the crowd toting a long metal rusty pipe on one of his shoulders with the evilest smile I've ever seen, and it really, really, really disturbed me. I never saw Mal so scary in my life. I hate myself more than anything when I say this, but I could have never been more happier to see that jerk than right now.
Mal didn't stop his pace until he was face to face with Steve and with that same deadly tone he used on the guys on our floor last night, Mal said in a smooth quiet tone, "What'd ya doing with my girl, Steve? You got a death wish in mind because I'll be more than happy to grant it."
"What'd ya mean your girl?...She told me the other day, she wasn't." Steve remarked with an angry and confused look on his face.
Mal looked at Steve for a moment, and then laughed like a manic as he said, "She did, did she?!..Sounds like something my girl would say."
I blushed ten shades of red and looked down at the ground at my feet, and hope no one saw how embarrassed I felt right now. I never depended on anyone helping before, and this was no exception either. "Why was Mal even saying these things?...I know he doesn't like me?...What is he doing?...What is he thinking?!..."
Steve growled in frustration, he didn't like being made a fool of in front of his boys let alone Mal and his as well. He then decided to throw a punch in Mal's face, but Mal simply moved his head to the side and avoided it with an ominous smirk. That pissed Steve off, even more, so he attempted to land more blows towards Mal, most of them missed and the ones that didn't didn't seem to have much effect on Mal. By then Mal seemed bored, so he took the pipe he was carrying and with one swift blow, knocked Steve to the ground and strolled on up to him like this was a walk in the park for him, and begin to swing blow after blow with the metal pipe. I closed my eyes because it was so sickening to hear the sound the metal pipe made when it collided with Steve's flesh. Mal didn't stop either from the sound of it, he just kept right at it like it was a sport. Finally, the guys holding me against my will released me.
I looked all around me to see everyone fighting one another until the guy called Pete shouted, "Hey boss, Chef is coming. We gotta wrap this up."
Mal stopped and turned around, he was covered in blood. From his hair to his face, to his hands and all over his clothes and everywhere else. I looked down and see that Steve was no longer moving. Was he even alive?...I was scared of what I saw. This was Mal. Is this what Mal was trying to tell me the first day, I met him? Is this what he does every day? All those times I sat in class and wonder where he's at, was this it? Was he out nearly killing other guys every day? Did I sleep with this same guy twice on the same night? Why hasn't he ever tried to put his hands on me?
Then it hit me from earlier this morning...
That conversation we had...
....calmly I walked up to him just inches from his face as I replied, "Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, Mal. You really don't want to push your luck with me, because I promise you, you don't want to be in the eye of this hurricane."...
...whisper in my ear in conceited tone, "On the contrary, Roxanne I think I do. Nothing would excite me more than to see that fiery little temper of yours spin out of control."....
I can't believe I had the guts to say that to him. I never realized just how dangerous this guy really is. I've been so naive and a fool.
My reverie didn't last long because everyone immediately stopped fighting and started exiting the door as quickly as possible. Mal yelled at me to move it, but I was frozen in place. All I could do was stare back at him like a deer caught in the headlights. I think I was afraid of him, and I just couldn't...I couldn't snap out of it.
Mal's Pov:
"Damn it! Why isn't she moving!? I don't have time for this shit!.." I curse to myself as I sped off in her direction as she just stands there like a frozen statue. Everyone was hauling ass and getting out of here before Chef catches any of us and spoils our fun. I quickly in one swift movement kneel down and grab Roxanne and throw her over my shoulder and run as I tell the boys to split and meet up with me later.
Roxanne digs her fingers into my back trying to hang on as I lunge down the corridors and out of sight. As soon as I could find a well-hidden spot, I drop her to the ground, but she grabs me and we end up crashing into the wall almost tripping over one another.
"Watch it!" I growled at her as she shrunk back away from me.
This is the first time I have ever seen her look at me that way. I smirk because it was kind of cute on her. Fear suited her. I stood there intrigued as I drink in her quivering figure.
"Did you?" She squeaked as she hesitated to ask me.
"Did I what?" I said with a raised eyebrow as I leaned on the wall to catch my breath.
"You know?...Did you kill him?...Steve?" She said nervously fidgeting with her hands.
I took a breath, and said, "I doubt it. That chump is too stupid to die."
I looked up at her for a minute and then I caught on and laughed. She thought I actually killed him, if I was going to kill him I would have done that my first year here.
"Mal..." She said studying me more closely.
"What?...What now?" I said growing annoyed with her questions. She was like a little kid pestering me at this point.
"You don't have to be an ass." She snapped back, as her temper returned from earlier this morning.
I smirked as I peered down at her, and she backed away slowly.
"M..Mal, y..you're covered in blood." She stammered as she found the wall glancing up at me.
"Yeah, so what?!" I said, liking where this was going as I licked my lips.
"S-Shouldn't we get out of here, before someone sees you like this?!" She mumbled nervously trying to push me away, but I wasn't gonna let her just yet.
"Why not?...The guys here have seen me look a lot worse than this." I grinned wickedly down at her.
"Damn it, Mal!...Stop it! If Chef or Chris find out what just happened and that we were involved, we both will be in serious trouble!" She said as she angrily looks up at me.
"I'm not worried about it, but you should be the one that's worried, not me." I replied with malice as my gaze locks onto her in a deadly stare.
"What is that suppose to mean?" She challenged as she pulled me by my collar closer to her face, and stared back with just as much intensity as my own stare.
"Don't tell me you have forgotten your punishment already, Roxanne?" I said with a smug grin not even trying to remove her from myself this time.
"Don't bullshit me, Mal! Not after what I just went through, plus last night's little fiasco!" She angrily hissed at me with those dangerous eyes of hers.
"Trust me, I'm not. I'll send for you when I'm ready." With that comment, I removed her hands from my collar and turned around to walked away.
"One more thing, Mal." She said.
I stop, but I don't turn around, "Yeah, what?"
"I'm not your girl!" She said defiantly as she walked passed me without another word with her head held high.
I chuckle to myself and continue down the hall to put my plans into action for later today.
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