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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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Mal's Pov:
Watching her sleep for a moment, I could see the tension that the pain was causing her even as she was out cold for the time being. She was sweating heavily even with just a shirt and a pair of shorts on, but I didn't have time to ponder that much longer, I had to stop the bleeding and seal up the cut.
Not long as Roxanne lost consciousness, I had decided I should check first to make sure all the glass was out before I cleaned and stitch it up. I'm not sure why I was concerned about being gentle at this point, but regardless I carefully probed around the inside of the wound and didn't find anything, so I moved on cleaning and stitching it at that point. As soon as I cut off the excess thread-like stitches, I had found some bandages in the nurse's cabinet which I found out wasn't locked, but I still could have got into it whether it was locked or not. I couldn't fathom why I was doing this or why I even care enough to do it in the first place as I unrolled the bandages enough to start wrapping them around her foot, I felt her leg twitch. I look up to see her stirring from passing out a short while ago, she looked disoriented and lost as her gaze drifted up to mine.
"What happened?...Why are you here?...D-Did you-" She stammered as she sat up and held herself uncertain what was going on, but I cut her off before she could continue.
"Good morning or should I say good evening toots, and no, I didn't fondle you in your sleep, even though I was tempted." I said with sarcasm as I rolled my eyes and continue to wrap her foot.
"My foot?!.." She exclaimed as it dawned on her as she sucked in air because of the pain.
"Yes, your foot." I repeated as I finished up the last strip of cloth and tied it, so it wouldn't come undone.
As she reached down to touch her injury, our fingers lightly grazed as they came in contact. She blushed and immediately withdrew her hand to her chest and looked at me with an odd expression as she quickly turned the other way to avoid my stare. I was befuddled myself, but I didn't let it pass across my face. I already had enough issues with my current situation that I would address later with my therapist in the morning. These feelings were not something I was used to, and I wasn't sure how to handle it at the moment, but glancing back at Roxanne, I could tell she was still in a lot of pain by the crease in her brow as she tried to hide it. So I got up and started searching through the cabinets again to find some morphine...
Roxanne's Pov:
I don't remember much after I passed out, but when I awoke, I found Mal wrapping my foot up with what looked like care. He was actually being gentle unlike earlier when he twisted the glass further into my foot, it gave me chills remembering how much it hurt and how cold he could be. My foot was still throbbing something awful, but I couldn't help but think something wasn't right here. Mal seemed off like he was out of character. He told me himself that he didn't "do nice", so what was this then?...A trick?...
I watched as he got up and started rummaging through one of the nurse's cabinets, he seemed to know what he was looking for, and as soon as he closed the cabinet doors, he came back to my bedside with a small medicine bottle with pills inside. He was reading the label as he was heading back in my direction, he put them down and turned around and walked up to the sink in the corner and returned with a cup full of water. He sat it down on the small table beside my cot as he counted out a number of pills and then placed the pills on the bed stand and looked up at me with serious eyes.
"Take those with water. The pain won't go away automatically, but the pills should kick in somewhere between half an hour to an hour." He instructed me as I just look from him to the pills.
"What are you waiting for?...I can tell you're still in pain, so take them already." He said in an irritated tone.
"B-But what are they, and why are you doing this for me?...Is it okay that I take them?...Won't Mrs. Jones be mad at us already for breaking and entering and now this...," I ask as I point out the drugs on the nightstand looking wearily up at a crossed Mal.
"Stop with the questions and just take the damn things, and let me deal with her in the morning, okay?!." He remarked out of what sounded like frustration and annoyance as he ran one of his hands through his bangs and sat in a nearby chair and sighed.
I was too tired to argue with him after everything that's happened, I wasn't even sure what time it was, so I just took the pills to keep the peace. I began to look around and noticed that Mal must have turned on Mrs. Jones desk light at her computer desk, it wasn't very bright, but bright enough to light up the room. Not far from her desk, as I let my eyes wander around the room, I spied an old-looking clock on the wall covered in dust, it showed that it was 12:38 a.m. Was it really that late?...Should I try to get up and go back to my cell?...Can I even do that with the current state my foot was in?...Maybe I should ask Mal to help me...
Before I could even think to ask him, he says, "You know its kinda ironic that you got glass in your foot like that, when I stop and think about it."
I blink at him in confusion and ask, "What do you mean?"
"It seems to me that karma is paying you a visit after what you did to Steve, don't you think?" He sneered with a sly grin.
I let out an aggravated sigh as I irritatedly reply, "You know sometimes, I really don't like you. Not that I ever really did, to begin with, but I really don't like you now. Why do you always have to be a jerk?...Steve got exactly what he deserved, so don't even go there with me right now."
He laughed as he pulled something out of his pants pocket, and placed it to his lips and lit it. Mal smokes?...
"What?...You act like you've never seen somebody smoke before?!." He said with sarcasm as he grins slyly.
"Don't be a smartass, I..I just never took you for someone who did, okay?!" I said irritatedly as I rolled my eyes and turned my head to avoid that smug grin of his.
I must have lost my mind to think for a split second that he was acting "somewhat nice" for a change or was even capable of kindness itself. I was beginning to feel cold, and for the first time, I noticed how little I was dressed and started to feel self-conscious about it as I quickly pulled the covers from out underneath me to around me the best I could with my injured foot. From out of the corner of my eye, I could see Mal was watching me with amusement twinkling in his eyes at my struggles when I had finally was able to accomplish getting covered up. I pretended I didn't see him watching, I didn't want to give him the pleasure of knowing he was starting getting on my nerves again.
After a few minutes of trying not to have to look back at him, I gave in and said, "I hate to sound like a nag, but you really shouldn't smoke that in here. I'm sure Mrs. Jones won't be too happy about the smell in the morning."
He just looked at me with a blank expression on his face as though he was regarding it as a suggestion, and then said, "I don't care. She'll get over it."
I rolled my eyes and say, "Fine with me then, it's your funeral when she catches you."
He chuckles at my comment as he takes another puff before putting it out in the sink and tossing it in the trash, and then remarks, "Are you happy now, Miss Priss?"
I glared at him but made no comment.
"By the way my defiant little pet, I'm releasing you from tonight's little punishment, but only because you found a way to do it for me." He said with a smirk as he got up and started striding towards my bedside as I did my best to back up to head of the bed.
He continued to smile that creepy smile as he continued, "But don't think for a minute it didn't cross my mind not to continue where we left off in Chris's towel closet. You were at my very mercy earlier, and you should feel grateful I didn't give into the temptation of taking you then."
By then he was at the foot of my bed as he decided to walk around and sit next to me on the bed. I started to feel uneasy and nervous again like I did in my room.
"Nothing to say, toots. That's surprising considering how much you like to sass me as of lately." He said as he leaned in placing his arm across me as he planted it on the other side of me as he drew his face closer to mine as I slowly pulled away.
"Just to set the record straight my sweet," He said as he grabbed my chin, forcing me to look into his eyes as he smugly continued, "if you ever do anything like what you did tonight again, I will plan a special little something just for you in my cell bed and I'll make sure all the guys on my hall get quite the peep show they'll never forget. Trust me, I will take your virginity without hesitation, Red...but if you decide that you want to behave yourself...Well, I'm still gonna take it either way, but it'll be more private between you and me, and I promise you that you'll enjoy it better than the other."
I was horrified by the statement he just made and pissed off at the same time, without thinking and out of reflex I reach up and slapped him across his face as I glared back at him as our eyes locked. I swatted his hand off of my face out of disgust.
For a moment he just looked at me, but then he suddenly grabbed my hand that offended him and pulled it towards him as he said, "As feisty as ever I see, but not for long. I will make you mine, Roxanne and you will learn to like it or suffer for it."
I growled as I snatched my hand back, and retorted, "I'd like to see you try because I'll never let you do that to me, Mal. Not now or ever."
He laughed at my statement like it was a joke, and then got up and sat back down in his chair.
By that time, I was starting to feel really tired and out of it, like I was gonna slump over into the floor if I wasn't careful, and just pass out there. Mal noticed as he sat there with a smirk on his face.
"You should go to sleep, Roxanne. I think we both know you're gonna need it tomorrow." He said casually as he slouched in his chair.
"How am I supposed to when you make threats like that?!" I demanded as I glared daggers at him.
"Just go to sleep. I've already said I'm not doing it tonight. Don't make me change my mind because I might if you keep tempting me." He said running his fingers over his chin.
I huffed and turned my back on him as I cuddled up in the cot. It took me a minute to find a comfy position to sleep in since my foot was tender. I laid there expecting that jerk to try and pounce on me, but after what felt like forever, nothing happened, and so the drug kicked in and I felt the pain ebbing away slowly. I felt like I was sinking further into the bed like I was sleeping on a cloud, that's just how tired I was. As tired as I was, I rolled over and watched as Mal unfolds a cot and sets himself up a place to sleep for the night. My eyes were barely opened and before I knew it I was gone.
Mal's Pov:
I looked over my shoulder as I see her watching me make my bed, I was about to say something but then I noticed she was out just like that. I sighed as I grabbed a blanket from one of the nearby cubby holes on the wall where the cots were neatly folded up and out of the way. For once I was actually pretty tired myself, so I climbed into the covers and wait for sleep to take me.
As I laid there awake for a little while longer, I went over in my head all that happened tonight, and why I suddenly felt not the same. I was still the same, but something was off. I felt something different when I saw her there on the floor staring weakly back at me with a look of determination to defy me even as she was in so much pain. I couldn't understand it, and I didn't understand why she fights me as hard as she does when all the other little pets I've had in the past did everything to please me. But then that was it, they did it out of fear, yet Roxanne has shown me that she fears me and despite that, she still spites me regardless if she is afraid or not. Why?..If anything, when I back her into a corner she just fights back even harder...She fascinates me to no end...I want to know how she does it...Why she does it...
I didn't remember much after those thoughts, I wasn't even sure how to differ my thoughts from my dreams at that point. I was slipping in and out of sleep when somehow I realized something was off when I felt something weighing against my side. My eyes pop opened and I look over and see Roxanne nuzzled up against me. My first instinct told me to put her back in her bed, but my second one was curious as to why she was even in my bed. As I closed my eyes for a moment as I pondered what I should do, I felt her move and then I wasn't expecting what she did next at all. I was actually a bit startled by it, to be honest. She was touching my face as she parted my bangs from my eyes, it felt kind of nice as I laid there with my eyes closed, but it was then I couldn't deal with it much longer without losing it.
I took hold of her hand firmly as I opened my eyes and I turn my head towards her and with as much patience as I could handle, I said, "What the hell are you doing, Roxanne?!"
She just looked at me with a half-asleep stare and said, "I wanted to sleep with you, but you were too far away, so I came to you."
"Excuse me?" I say as I cocked an eyebrow at her.
She looks at me with this pouty face as she snuggled up to me, and wraps her arms around my waist and entangles herself further into me. I immediately knew something was up, as I watch her close her eyes and say, "I think I like you, Mal. You're so warm. Nice and toasty."
I nearly choke as I struggle to get up because I knew I was either one: dreaming, two: losing my mind, or three: something wasn't right with Roxanne. I was betting on the third one. I pulled her off me and grab her by her shoulders firmly and looked her over very carefully as she stares back at me rubbing her eyes. I didn't see anything out of the ordinary, she looked fine aside from looking tired. Then it slowly hit me...
The morphine pills...I know I gave her the right amount. I even carefully read the label and counted out the pills. I let go of her and go back to the cabinet to look at the bottle again. I glance back over real quick to make sure Roxanne wasn't doing anything else weird. She just sat there looking lost, so I turn my attention back to the label. Nothing seems off... The label did say...This medicine may make you dizzy, drowsy, confused, or disoriented. There is no way she could be this disoriented that she would act this way...There must be something else here I'm missing...
I look over at her small frame again as she just sat there staring back at me, and then it dawned onto me, she's tiny which means that the medicine is probably too high a dosage for someone her height and weight. Well, shit...
I look down at the label again and see that the effects, depending on the amount of dosage usually lasts up to four hours. Well, isn't this just nice...Now I'm gonna have to babysit her until the nurse gets here in the morning...
I groan as I head back to the bed, and sit on it with my back to her as I rub my face in disbelief, and then I feel a pair of arms wrap around my torso from between as she hugs me. I immediately redden by the sudden act of friendliness she is randomly showing as I try to discreetly remove her from myself without being rough, in which I don't even know why I'm being gentle.
This is not real...This is some weird ass dream, and tomorrow she's just gonna glare at me and I'm just gonna try and steal her innocents like I had intended to...That's right, this is all just a dream...
"Roxanne, it's time to go to bed. It's late and you don't want to see me angry." I said sternly like I was scowling a child.
She pouted and said, "Okay, but you have to tuck me in first."
One of my eyes started twitching, I laughed dryly and say, "Seriously?...Alright, why not."
So I picked her up and carry her back to her bed, and insanely enough I tuck her in, but just as I finished tucking her in, she grabs my arm and says, "You gotta tell me a bedtime story too."
I nearly choked on this, if she could see herself now, she'd be mortified, and strangely enough, this was starting to amuse me. I was never gonna let her live this one down.
"Roxanne, go to sleep." I say flatly as I remove her hand from my arm.
"But I really, really, really, wanna hear a story first." She said with pleading eyes that now that I look closer show how drugged she was.
I sigh as I rolled my eyes and say, "Fine."
She smiled at me and for a moment it made want to too, but I choked it down. The hell is wrong with me?!...
She put her full attention on me as I gave up and decide to just get it over with.
I sit back on the bed and let her go as I tell her a story, "Once upon a time, there was this badass thug who became king over all of juvie-land, and he had a lot of men who he made into dark knights to serve under him, and...Well, regardless he needs him a bitch to be his woman or queen...or hell whatever you call them broads these days. Anyways...this feisty little red-haired vixen shows up offers herself to the king, but only teases him night and day. Until one night, he gives in to his desires and overpowers her as he takes her and makes her his all in one swift move. She begs him to let her go, but he'll never do it..."
"How come?.." Roxanne asked as she looks innocently up at me.
I smile wickedly as I say, "Because once you get the taste for something sweet as that you don't let it escape. You prey on it and torment it until you break them. The End."
"Now. Go. To. Sleep." I groan as I rub my temples.
"Only if you stay with me. I really want you to." She says as she tugs at my arm trying to pull me in.
This was all too amusing. I really wish she could see herself now. It would be priceless. The look on her face would take the cake.
I finally decide if this is the only way I can get some sleep for the next couple of hours, then I thought fine, I'll do it for now. She scoots over as I crawl in beside her and interesting enough she is actually tucking me in. I couldn't get enough of this. If morning didn't come sooner, I'm not sure if I would die from amusement or this torture she was pulling. I was starting to wonder if she really was this drugged or if maybe she was screwing with me, either way, I just laid there as she cuddled up to me, clutching my shirts with her hands and entwined her legs with mine underneath the covers.
I thought to myself, "I could get used to this."
She kept worming around until I finally had enough and said, "Be still and go to sleep already, damn."
She finally did, and placed her head on my shoulder as she whispered in my ear, "Love you, hot stuff."
Her breath tickled my ear, but I near choked when she said that, I was glad I had turned out the lights after checking that label because I was sure my face was as red as her hair as my eyes widen. Is it seven yet?...
I smirked as I think how delicious it's gonna be when I torment her with this tomorrow. Just imagining her reaction when I tell her she was practically worshiping me, was almost too much for me to handle. At least she finally went to sleep, not long after I followed...
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