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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:
Last night I saw a side of Roxanne I didn't know exist, she has been quite a handful for me, but with the right amount of discipline, I'm more than positive I can get her under control again. I've never met a girl that actually tried to take me on "one on one", she's got more guts than I thought possible.
Her eyes fascinate me, I can't get enough of looking into them when she gets angry with me...Those green eyes that burn into mine with defiance...
I chuckle to myself. What she needs is a firm handling...Perhaps I just need to take a different approach...
I left the infirmary after the nurse arrived, I saw no threat that lingered now that Steve was once more removed from the infirmary after the nurse took care of his and a few of his fools more serious wounds. I made sure none of them came within a six feet radius of her, and I'm pretty sure they got the message when our eyes connected, but I still caught Steve's eyes lingering on her sleeping figure out of the corner of my eye. Roxanne had slept through the entire thing, which I suppose isn't surprising considering how late we were up last night, I let her rest for now since this has been the second, no third night I've had to watch over her closely. I figured I'd let her sleep for now...
There were things I had plan to deal with later...Her disobedience being one of them...Another...Well, that one is a surprise even she won't expect...
I smirked as I placed my hands in my pockets and continued to walk down the halls, everyone as usual either stopped talking, backed away, ran, or hid in my presence. No one wanted to get too close, they were too afraid of what I might do to them if they did, they all knew I don't play well with others. Today, I was on my way to the mess hall to have a little bite to eat, I usually just sneak in the office before Chris gets there and swipe his five stars meals when he wasn't looking, but I was too late this morning, so it just didn't happen. The usual chatter and loud ruckus were echoing off the walls as I took a tray that consists of scrambled eggs, and bacon, that was already cold, a stale piece of toast and some milk. Scanning the room, I found me an empty table towards the back, as I made my way to it, I noticed Duncan and his gang of idiots laughing and rioting not too far from where I took my seat. One of his little friends noticed me, which cause the majority of the rest of them to simmer down some, Duncan's and my gaze met as we acknowledge each other without words be spoken. I smirked when I noticed the tiniest of fear looming in his eyes as he then averted his attention back to his group of fools, their voices lower and they soon moved down a few tables and picked back up where they left off. I ate in silence as I pondered over some of the things I planned to do before the day was over, and then I looked up when I noticed Pete and Big Ed as they both take a seat in front of me.
Big Ed was the first to speak as he looked at me and said evenly, "Splotch says he'll be in his cell waiting when you want to discuss your business dealings with him."
"Excellent.," I said with a smirk as I played with the eggs on my tray and then looked to Pete as I went on, "Did you find that little shrimp that got away the other day that spilled ketchup on my shoes?"
Pete glanced up from his tray of cold breakfast back to me as he idly said, "Yeah, I found him in the gym this morning when we apprehended him. I gave him to Razor for safe keeping."
"That's good, that's exactly what I wanted to hear, " I drawled as I took one last drink of milk and continued on, "I got something special in store just for him."
I chuckled at my last comment as Big Ed began to fill me in on how pissed Chris was at the destruction of the main hall this morning, out of the corner of my eye I noticed my little spy making his way timidly towards us as he took a seat across from me, he looked nervously from Pete and Big Ed to me.
"Well?..." I inquired as I looked down at him with a raised eyebrow as I awaited his reply.
"S-Steve hasn't made any plans yet to stalk "your girl", b-but he doesn't seem like he's given up on it either. He was pretty ticked off about the little token you left him though." Elliot stuttered as he quivered in his seat trying to keep his nervous gaze fixed on mine as he fidgeted with his hands.
I laughed and Big Ed joined me then we got serious again as I said, "I'm sure he is. Good work Elliot, keep it up and I might not have to break any of your bones this week, but I still want better results next time. Have I made myself clear?"
"Y-Yes, sir." The smaller boy said with his gaze pointed down at his feet.
"Well, if that is all you can come up with then you can get out of my sight for now," I said as I looked to Big Ed to stop him from leaving as I said my last bit of words, "You know where to find me if you find out anything of value, peon."
Elliot nodded his head with wide eyes.
With that Big Ed shoved him off, sending him on his way as the small fry fell and scrambled back up and took off as I tilted my head to the side and smirked at the sight.
Duncan's Pov:
The moment Mal's and my eyes connected I knew he was up to something, I just didn't know what, and even more oddly I hadn't seen Roxanne in awhile either, I was actually starting to get concerned. There were rumors floating around about her and Mal more than anything, and none of them were good. I thought I had warned her about how dangerous Mal can be her first day here...Wasn't she listening when I told her that?...What is she thinking?...
After my bros and myself moved down a few tables and talked some more about how freaking weird Mal was being recently and what Chris plans to do about the mess in the main hall, we eventually split and went on our separate ways for the day. Speaking of which, Chris looked pretty ticked off this morning about the current condition that the main hall was in, it looked like something only Mal and his gang of wolves would pull, but why I couldn't say, he always did like to get on Chris's bad side for some reason. That guy is just messed up in the head, I'm glad when Mike and his other personalities were able to split when Mike had that surgery almost a year ago, at least now Mal can be contained or so we thought.
Hell...He's running this place better than the last juvie we went to. I'm just glad Bailey's not here to suffer under his perverted and twisted advances this time around...The dude needs serious help...if he ever lays a hand on my Diamond again, and I'll make him wish Mike never thought him up in the first place...
Speaking of my girl, I started to get a bad feeling when I thought about some of the things I was hearing about Roxanne, I heard she had been staying in the infirmary because of injury caused by Mal, I figured I go check on her and make sure everything was okay. That was one of the reasons I split earlier today from my bros, I had to a bad gut feeling something wasn't right, and I needed to confirm that maybe...just maybe it was nothing.
Roxanne's Pov:
It was dark and it was cold all around me. I couldn't see anything. Not even my hands in front of me. But I could hear it. That laughter of his...I knew he was close by, so I started to run, but no matter hard I ran or how far I'd go, it still was gaining up to me. I couldn't escape it.
There were endless piles of nameless bodies everywhere. Everywhere I looked. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see a faint light at the very end of the hall, and huge dark shadow drawing closer by the second. I started to run again, but it was like I wasn't going anywhere at all, and the shadow began to pick up speed. I could feel my heart panic as it beat frantically, I stopped trying to escape and fell to my knees and began to weep as I felt my impending doom preying down on me.
...Then the whistling came...It was faint, but with each passing moment, it grew louder until I could hear the voice that followed it...
"There you are, toots. I was looking everywhere for you..."
I started to shiver as I suddenly felt his hand on my shoulder, but I refused to look up.
"You look so lovely in white, you know what else you look lovely in?..."
I gasp as I look down and see myself in a huge white ball-like gown that hid my feet from sight, but his hand never left me as he spun me around to face him. Mal.
My eyes widen as I look at Steve's body suspended in mid-air being held up by chains as blood steadily dripped from his cold corpse. Steve's eyes were lifeless as they stared back at me.
Mal smirked that evil smile of his as he grabbed me by my waist and forced me to continue looking at it.
He let go of me as soon as his full attention was focused back on Steve's body as he approached it and began to run his fingers over the blood and then he said, "Crimson blood, my little hellcat. Crimson blood."
I dropped to the floor as my hands cover my mouth as I gasp at the sight and watch as Mal turns back around and slowly strides towards me and crouches in front of me. I fall on my backside out of fear as one of his fingers reaches out to trace my lips with Steve's blood.
Mal smirks as he draws his face closer to mine and whispers, "You look loveliest Roxanne in crimson."
He picks up a shattered piece of glass from a mirror to reveal my reflection as I can see the blood dripping from my lips as I stare at myself frozen in fear, then without warning, he roughly pressed his lips against mine as he pulled me deeper into the kiss...
I shot up from my bed in a cold sweat like the night before when I dreamed of Mal in the shower, but I honestly couldn't tell which dream was worse. It made me sick, and I felt like I was going to vomit, but I didn't so I took a few breaths to calm myself down. I looked all around and it slowly dawned on me where I was and what happened the night before, and then the kiss...
The dream after I thought about it for a moment started to make some sense regardless of how twisted it was, but it still didn't make me feel any better though. When I had looked around the room I had noticed that no one was there, I was alone. I started to get up and go use the restroom, but then the door opened and the nurse reappeared and fussed over me as she helps get to the restroom. Someone had straightened up the mess in the bathroom Mal and I created last night, everything was in order like it never even happened. I took a quick bath while I was in there too, and changed very carefully so as not to tear any of my stitches in my foot. The pain was still there, but not as intense as last night, the wound didn't look too swollen either considering how much pressure I had put on it all night. I was really surprised. While I had been bathing I pondering over the things I saw and experience first hand for the first time, and my first kiss that Mal took from me.
It wasn't that bad, but I still hated that it had to be him who got it, and not someone...well someone more...I don't know less dangerous. I blushed at the memory and felt ashamed at the same time for liking it. I shouldn't have, and I knew it, but it did.
I didn't linger long on that as I got dressed and had a late breakfast, it was 9:37 a.m. Breakfast was usually served around 7 a.m. to 8 a.m., never at this hour. I was lucky that Mrs. Jones was kind enough to have Mrs. Woods get me a tray of food this late, I thanked them both and ate in silence as I wondered how today was going to go. I wondered if Chris was furious about the main hall, and even more curious on how he would react when he saw the library after Mal's and my little scuffle in there last night. I was halfway through my breakfast when I had a visitor come see me, it was Duncan.
He walked in after knocking on the door and getting a quick approval from the nurse, Mrs. Jones who didn't really seem to care at the moment. She was busy filing paperwork and clicking away at her computer screen to really take much notice, so he just came right on in and had a seat from across the table from me.
Duncan's Pov:
I could tell right away after I entered the infirmary that something was indeed wrong here, I'm sure she's probably not a morning person like most folks, but I still noticed she wasn't her normal chirpy self. Something was off, and she looked down about something like there was something weighing on her mind and she just didn't want to talk about it. I was pretty sure I had an idea of what or who it was that had her down like this, it had to be Mal.
"Hey, long time no see, how you been?" I said trying to lighten the mood a little.
She looked up and smiled weakly at me and said, "Not too bad, I guess, and you?"
"I've had better," I said as I slouched back in my chair resisting the temptation to carve mine and Diamond's initials in the table as I went on, "How's your foot doing?"
I leaned in closer before she could answer and in a lower voice asked, "Was it Mal?"
I noticed her looking to the door and back at me as she quickly nodded her reply as she looked back down at what was left of her food. I knew it, I asked her if she liked to get out and go somewhere so we could have a more private place to talk about it if she wanted to. She nodded her head again, so with the nurse's permission I helped her into the wheelchair and we exited the infirmary, I took her down to my cell. I knew Mal or his thugs didn't ever go to mine or anyone's the "regulars' cells", so I knew it would be safe for her to talk there without the fear of Mal's men ratting us out. I noticed she kept looking around nervously, and I knew then that the rumors were true, or at least some of it was.
When we reached my cell, I helped her into a chair as we both sat at the table in my cell. Funny enough, every cell has at least one set of tables with a set of one or two chairs and sometimes three, mine had three, but then I did share my cell with two other guys though. At first, she didn't say anything, but after awhile she started telling me everything from the very beginning, I quietly listened as I watch her stare down at her hands anxiously as she went on.
It took almost a full hour before she was finished, she kept having to pause because some of it was too hard for her to speak about out loud, the more I listened the more I was reminded of the things Bailey had gone through when she first met Mal. It started to piss me off that Mal was doing this kind of thing again, and what gets me is that he did this kind of thing to a few other girls after Bailey had left, and now here he was doing it again. I got up and gave Roxanne a hug and told her, it would be alright, that she wasn't the first one to have to go through this.
I then told her about my girl and all her sufferings and torments that Mal had brought onto her as well, and the rumors I had heard about a few other girls he had done this to. I pulled out one of my old shirts and let her dry her eyes and blow her nose on it as I went on.
"Ya know, my girl Diamond is gonna be down here in a week, if you want I could introduce you gals, maybe you could do what chicks do when they get together., "I said trying to cheer her up as I got her a cup of water as I continued on, "Paint your nails, talk about boys, clothes..."
She just raised an eyebrow at the last bit of my comment and shook her head and laughed at me, and said, "Sure, that would be nice."
Our short little time we got to hang out together was soon coming to a close when Chris announced on the intercom:
I want everyone...And when I say everyone, I mean I want everyone to come to the mess hall immediately. Pronto...This minute!...I have a special little movie feature for everyone's viewing pleasure, and I'm not gonna stop blurring on the overhead until everyone's butts in the mess hall!...So move it!...I especially want Mal and Roxanne there present!...Be there or be square!...Hahaha...
Mal's Pov:
During the end of my breakfast, I had been summoned to the office by the secretary, Mrs. Woods, she announced that I had a phone call waiting on me, so I left Pete and Big Ed with the nod of my head and told them I'd see them shortly.
I won't lie...I was curious as I began to wonder who it was...Mike or the others never called...So that only left one other person I could think of, and that was the old man...
I soon reached the main office in just a few minutes with no problem as I entered the room, and looked to Mrs. Woods as she pointed to the phone she had laid to the side as she took whoever it was off of hold. I picked up the phone and had a seat by the counter as I idly began to answer it.
"Hello, Mal," Said a familiar elderly voice politely as they continued, "It's been awhile since we last spoke. How are you?"
I sighed and answered with as less aggressiveness as I possibly can, "Just fine, why do ask old man?"
I can hear him on the other side of the line as he chuckled and went on to say, "I see you still have that temper of yours, but you have been working on it I can see. Good...good. Have you given much thought to what we last talked about?"
I paused as I thought back to the day I had met this old man, and the agreement we both had made on that day. All I had to do was take my meds and continue the shots the doctors insisted on and this guy would give me what I've always wanted, all I had to do is...
"Yes, I have." I said as I idly played with the phone cord between my fingers.
"That's good. Then you are still interested in taking over as my successor to the business I take it?" He stated in a matter-of-factly tone.
"Of course, you said all I need to do is find me a girl to marry and you'd appoint me the title of being the heir by the time I turn eighteen, correct?" I went on as I watched to see if Mrs. Woods was listening, but clearly not as I noticed she had walked out of the office for a moment.
"That is correct, but I'm afraid some of the plans have changed." He said as though he was shuffling through paperwork.
"Changed?" I asked with a little more hostility than intended.
"Calm down Mal, I use to have quite the temper myself when I was a young man around your age." He said as he continued on, "I have just recently gained custody of my granddaughter which makes her the rightful heir to my business and it's dealing. Interesting enough she is also serving her time juvie too, the same one if I'm not mistaken that you are currently serving. The only thing that has changed is that you'll have to marry her in order to inherit it, will that be a problem? "
"Really?" I smirked as the conversation just got interesting and continued to say, "What's her name?"
"Roxanne Davison. She's got a temper just like her mother, but unfortunately I could never get her mother to accept the business, she fell in love with some handyman when she was young and refused to take over after that. I suppose she wanted a different lifestyle for her children." He paused then continued on, "So will that be a problem? I do plan to see you about this matter further tomorrow so you can fill out the paperwork."
"It won't be a problem at all, sir. No, not at all., "I said as I smiled like the Cheshire cat as I went on, "I'm rather fond of your granddaughter, to be honest."
"I'm glad to hear that. I'll see you tomorrow then around 10 a.m. then. Have a good day, young man." He said politely as line soon went dead.
I hung up the phone and headed out the office door with a new found spring in my step when I soon come to realize just who my little hellcat really is. I guess I better work on getting her an engagement gift soon. I smirked.
Won't she be surprised?...
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