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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 I was exiting the main office I heard Chris's announcement and knew without a doubt what he wanted everyone to see, I could feel myself getting heated when just seconds ago I was on cloud nine.
If he shows everyone that footage, I would make plans to make his life a living hell if it kills me...
I quickened my pace as I headed to the mess hall, I knew this was something Chris would take great pleasure in just to spite me. That peon loves about as much drama as the next high school prom queen loves screwing the captain of the football jocks. He was making a very big mistake messing with me. A very big mistake.
Roxanne's Pov:
Duncan helped me get to the mess hall to see what Chris was making all the big fuss about, I had a feeling it was either mine and Mal's wreaking of the library or Mal's bloody brawl in the main hall which I noticed was cleaned up when Duncan took me out of the infirmary not too long ago to have somewhere safe to talk. As we entered the mess hall, I noticed it was packed. I have never seen all the guys in juvie all packed in one room all at once, there was so many of them, and Chris was standing on a platform on one end of the room that looked like it could be used as a stage or something. He had a giant dark sheet pulled down on the wall behind him and a laptop resting on a small table at the very end of the stage with what looked like one of those old movie projectors you see in school hooked up to it. Everyone was all talking at once so I couldn't hear what Duncan was trying to say to me or his other friends as he helped rolled me over to a roll of chairs with his buds as they took their seats, I decided to just stay seated in the wheelchair, it was less complicated that way I guess.
As I let my gaze wander around the room, I suddenly got an eerie feeling I was been watched and as soon as I looked over to the exit doors I saw Mal with Pete and Big Ed enter the room. Mal's eyes landed on me, and I quickly averted my gaze so that I didn't have to meet his, but I could still feel his eyes on me nonetheless, and I knew he wasn't happy either. I was pretty sure he was pissed about the video Chris wanted everyone to see and double pissed that I was with Duncan and his friends and not with him at the moment. I began to dread what awaited me after this little movie theater of Chris's ended, I knew it wasn't going to be good for me and I was pretty sure it wasn't going to be any better for Duncan now that he was semi-involved with it.
Before I could go any deeper into my thoughts of anxiety, the lights dimmed and a spotlight was now on Chris as his booming voice drown out everyone else's loud chatter as he announced, "Now everyone knows that I use to host a series of tv shows called Total Drama etc. where there was a lot of challenges and life-threatening situations for campers,...Well...today I was reminiscing those days as I came across a fun little number of footages this morning, but my favorite one was this sweet little fight with our very own badass here Mal, (Chris puts a spotlight on Mal who glares back at him as he crosses his arms over his chest, and then flips him the bird which causes Chris to frown back at him)...as he faces off against his very own little sweetheart Roxanne, (He shone the light down on me as I frown at him for nearly blinding me to death as I use one of my hands to shield the light from my eyes)...who's a real ball-buster if you know what I mean."
Chris laughed at his lame joke as he elbowed Chef in the ribs who just stood there and rolled his eyes as he shook his head at Chris's inanity as I'm sure he was indicating both times I had kicked Mal where the sun don't shine. I was so dead when this was over, I just knew it as I hung my head and went for a sudden facepalm moment.
Chris continued on, "Well...I guess someone people don't have a sense of humor these days, (He was eyeballing Chef when he made that comment)...Anyways without further ado, here is that footage of awesomeness!"
I gripped the armrests on my wheelchair tightly as I prepared myself for the next worse half hour of my life as the video began to roll into action as all eyes were glued to the giant video projector screen behind Chris as he stepped away to allow everyone their viewing pleasure. Viewing pleasure of mine and Mal's humiliation was a more accurate term to put it. What was even worse was not only could you see the footage but you could also hear every word that we berated each other with the entire time we fought in the library. I was so embarrassed when the scenes where Mal was making advances on me and Chris took it upon himself to replay those and the scenes where I kicked Mal in his kiwis a couple times for his own amusement which earned a few laughs from some of the delinquents, but not many because they knew better than to laugh at Mal, or at least most of them did. Then to make it worse Chris had to replay the last scene where I pushed over a giant roll of bookshelves onto Mal where he was trapped for several minutes as he angrily crawled out from under it several times too.
I was so dead...I could feel it...
I hesitantly dared a glance into Mal's direction and his eyes were burning like coals, I've never seen him this mad before as I watched him clench his fists tightly at his sides, I quickly looked away before he caught me looking at him. Duncan was having a ball, he was practically rolling in the floor in the aisle as one of his friends videoed it with his cell phone, (which I have no idea how he obtained in the first place).
Not long after the "movie showing" ended and everyone but Duncan, me, and his friends had all exited the mess hall, Chris was still going on about how awesome it was as Chef was like shaking his head as he told Chris that it was going to come out of his pay to replace the library. Chris just shrugged and said, "meh", and went back on some more about it as they both left shortly afterward as well.
"Man, that was incredible! I didn't know you had that in you, Red!" Duncan whooped with excitement as he wiped tears from his eyes from laughing so hard as he smiled real big at me as he went on, "...And you did all that while hobbling around!...Wow!...I bet Mal is pretty pissed about now!"
"Oh, believe me, he is!" An icy voice said behind me, and I begrudgingly look up to see a very ticked off Mal glowering down at me, but focusing most of his angry aura at Duncan as he continued on, "What are you doing with my girl, Duncan?!"
Duncan immediately clammed up and all smiles and laughter were gone as he glared back at Mal with an uneasiness in his stature.
He walked over in front of me trying to protect me as he defensively said, "Back off of her Mal, she doesn't want you, so stop harassing her. She hasn't done anything to you except attempt to protect herself from you."
Mal clamped his hands down onto the back of my chair as his eyes flash with hot rage as he hissed back at Duncan, "I've already said it once peon, don't make me have to say it again. She is mine, and if you don't want to wake up dead tomorrow morning you'd do the wise thing and leave while I'm still feeling generous at the moment!"
I cringed as I felt Mal's hot breathe beat down on me as I shrunk to the side of the chair trying to avoid as much physical contact with him as possible. I look over to the side and see Pete and Big Ed eyeballing Duncan and his friends as though they were sizing them up and getting ready to cream them when and if Mal said the word. It was then that I knew I had to say something, I didn't want Duncan or his friends to get hurt on my account because of Mal's wrath and over possessiveness of me.
I looked over at Duncan to catch his eye and as soon as I did, I took a breath and bravely said, "Just go Duncan, I'll be okay. Really."
Hesitantly looking up at Mal, and before Duncan could say anything else I pleaded, "Mal, please don't hurt Duncan. I'll go with you, just don't hurt them. Please."
"Rox-," Duncan began, but I cut him off by shaking my head no, and he caught on and nodded sadly as he turned to his friends giving them the signal that it was time to go.
I took another breath as I waited for the worse to happen, but Mal didn't say anything for a while as he watched as Duncan and the others left the mess hall.
I watched as some of his steam started to deflate, he then walked around my wheelchair and looked darkly down upon me as he crouched in front of me with his face which was inches from mine and evenly commented, "Stay away from him, or I will personally injure him myself, do you understand?"
"I understand." I said quietly as I looked down at my hands in my lap because I was too afraid to face him at the moment.
He grabbed me by my chin and forced me to look him into his rage-filled eyes as he continued, "Don't think you are going unpunished for what Chris just showed everyone just now or what you pulled in the bathroom last night. Believe me, I haven't forgotten. From now on, you will be by my side at all times, and you will do what I tell you to and if you fight me, you'll wish you hadn't."
My fingers were digging into the armrests of my chair as I fearfully look back at Mal as he stared back at me for several minutes as though he was trying to determine if he got his point across or not.
"Let's go then." He said without humor in his voice as he turned me around and pushed me out of the room and down the halls with his other two henchmen following not far behind him.
He didn't say much to me after that, but he did say a word or two every once in awhile to Pete and Big Ed as he continued down the halls. He didn't say where we were going and to be honest I was afraid to ask considering how upset he was earlier and still was now, he took me all the way up to his floor and when we got to the stairs he stopped and walked around in front of me.
"Put your arms around me toots, we're going to my turf." He said as he looked less angry than before but still had a bit of gruffness left in his voice.
I complied as I look up at him and shakily place my arms around his neck and felt his body heat close in on me as he pulled me up into his arms and then he began to ascend the stairs towards to the rooftop which he refers to as his turf. I remained silent the entire time because I truly didn't know what to say to him or what to do at this point, I couldn't shake this uneasiness that started to weigh down on me as each step drew us closer to the top. Big Ed opened the door for Mal as he stepped out of the door like a pro and stridden across the landing passing a pretty big group of thuggish-looking guys, which a lot of them I vaguely recognize from last night's fight. Some stopped to look at us, while others just continued playing card games, talking, arguing, fighting, and cutting up as they continued to act like a fool. I looked around further and for the first time I noticed a large chair I didn't see before the last time I was up here, it was huge enough to be a throne, and it looked like it was made out of dark wood or maybe stone with skulls and corpses carved into it at the top base of it with two long like pointed-spears spiraling from both sides of it.
Mal really was the juvie king...and he had a throne as well to prove it...
He strolled on up to it without a word, I timidly look up at him as I see his trademark smirk spread across his face, he stops in front of it as he idly sits down in it as he pulled me down into his lap with him placing an arm around my waist as he sits near the end of the chair with his legs spread wide as mine draped in between his. With my fingers gripping his shirt so I don't fall, I look up as I watch him lean back further into the chair, I don't move because I don't want to touch him any more than I have to. His presence was overwhelming like last night's, he had an evil smile that gave me chills as he rubbed his chin with his free hand and then placed it back on the armrest of the chair and looked at me as though he was trying to strip away some secret I was hiding from him. Without warning he suddenly decided to place his free hand on my thigh, I nervously look up at him as I pull my skirt down as far as it would go, and he snorted out a short laugh at my jittered nerves. He then looked to a guy I've never seen before and told him to bring him a bowl of chocolate that was resting on a nearby table, which the guy retrieved very quickly and handed it to Mal.
Mal then looked to me held out the bowl in front of me and silkily said, "For you, have one."
Seeing me looking anxiously at him to the bowl he then said, "Don't be afraid my little flower, it's not poisoned I promise."
With trembling fingers, I took the bowl of sweets from Mal but didn't take any from it as I sat there and held it looking back up at Mal.
He chuckled and said, "Go ahead, I want you to enjoy some."
I closed my eyes as I shook my head vigorously with uncertainty and then looked back up at him as he smirked at me and suddenly ran his fingertips across my bottom lip.
I instantly flinched back from his random act of physical contact, and shrunk away from his touch, he found it amusing as he chuckled again and evenly said, "So jumpy today aren't we?...If you don't want any, then feed me some toots."
I tried to swallow my embarrassed expression as I slowly pop a small piece of chocolate into Mal's mouth, his lips brushed my fingers and I immediately turned red in the face which he noticed as he smiled smugly as he ate the sweet in silence. He wanted another and again I hesitantly place a piece in his mouth, but this time his tongue tickled one of my fingers as I withdrew it from his mouth, and flushed even more. He was doing it on purpose just to get a reaction out of me I suddenly realized as his eyes bore mockingly into mine as he licked his lips and smirked at my startled reaction. Jerk!...
He finally picked one out himself as he looked me in the eye the entire time as he smirked and pressed it past his lips into his mouth and without any warning whatsoever he took hold of my chin and pulled me into a kiss as I felt his tongue gain entrance to my mouth and I tasted what was left of the chocolate he just ate as he deepened the kiss. He slowly pulled away as he wiped his lips and chuckled at the alarmed expression on my face, his eyes glinted with mischief as he continued to look me over as I pressed my fingers to my lips in surprise.
Just what is he doing?...Is this some game of his he plays?...Did he do this kind of thing with his other "toys"?...
"Do you like it when I kiss you like that?" He said slyly with a smirk as he gave my thigh a squeeze which a gave me a start.
I pressed my free hand against his chest as I tried to put some distance between us, but it wasn't much. Maybe a few inches at the most.
"Are you not talking to me today Roxanne," He began as I let go of him and gripped the bowl of sweets with both hands as he reached out to caress my face as he went on to say, "Maybe it's time I finally break and mold you into my perfect little doll."
I was at a loss for words, I just couldn't figure this guy out. I felt so self-conscious as all his thugs watch his strange display of affections towards me. The way Mal talked, it was like I wasn't the first female delinquent to enter this juvie, but Mrs. Woods confirmed that I was, so how could Mal have had more girls before me then?...Was he in another place like this before he came here?...Someplace similar maybe?...
Suddenly Mal nodded his head towards another tall lanky guy with one side of his dark hair shaved off with the word "razor" buzzed into it and long locks on the other side of his head hanging loosely, he came forward yanking a very small scrawny-looking young boy about my brother's age towards the center in front of Mal and me. The boy looked terrified as he looked from Mal to me and then burst into tears when the "razor guy" threw him into the ground and pushing his foot into his back so he could not get up. I began to panic as I felt my insides knot up as I turned and looked at Mal who was grinning like the devil himself as he placed his chin in the palm of his hand as his elbow rested on the armrest to support him. He was thoroughly enjoying himself. When his eyes met the "razor guy's" eyes, Mal snapped his fingers, and immediately "razor guy" and a few others joined in as they kicked and beat the small boy in front of me as he cried and begged them to stop. I went into shock, as soon as the first blow was struck the bowl I was holding hit the floor, I didn't even remember dropping it. I immediately began to cry as I burst into tears as I grabbed the front of Mal's shirt as he laughed maniacally as I was pleading for him to stop.
"Mal!...Stop this now!...Please!...They're going to kill him!...Please, I'll do whatever you want, just stop already!" I begged with tears streaming down my face as I shook the front of Mal's shirt trying desperately to get his attention as they continued beating the small boy without stopping.
I begged and begged but Mal wouldn't listen, more or less did but didn't care in the less bit. It was then that I knew I had to stop it myself, I let go of Mal and was in mid-jump to get up when Mal tighten his grip around my waist and prevented me from acting.
He smiled wickedly down at me as he held me in place and I begged him again, "Mal, please!.."
He stopped laughing and said with amusement in his voice, "If I stop them, will you be a good girl, and do as I tell you to from now on?"
With tears stinging my eyes, I said yes.
He then said, "Call me "your king", and I'll stop it my troublesome little pet."
I swallowed my pride and said, "Please my king, just make them stop. I have a little brother his age, this is wrong."
He chuckled as he snapped his fingers and they immediately stopped the beating as the boy laid on the ground in fetal position trembling and sobbing. Mal lessens his grip on me as I sprung from his grasps and kneeled down and picked the boy up into my arms as I cradled him there and whispered words of comfort. The thugs closed in on us as though they were about to start again, but one look at Mal and they backed away. He frowned as he looked down at me as though what I was doing was beneath him or me or both, I'm not really sure, but either way he didn't like it from the look on his face.
I continued to hug the boy as his crying slowly subsided and I gazed up at Mal as I glared at him and said with an intense heated expression on my face, "I hate you. You don't even have a heart, do you? How do you even sleep at night?"
He chuckled and smoothly replied, "That's because I don't half of the time. Sleep is for the weak, you only sleep when you are dead."
The "razor guy" closed in on us again and scowled as he said, "You can't talk to the Boss that way little Missy! You should bow before him and beg for his forgiveness if you value your life."
He whipped his hand back to backhand me, but Mal was up on his feet faster than a bullet as he grabbed his arm and twisted it behind his back and twisted it even further as he said in a dark, but softly tone of voice, "Touch her Razor, and I'll rip it clean off and cram it down your throat and that will save me the trouble of hearing that idiotic prattling of yours!"
I gasped as I watch Mal nearly break the guy he called Razor's arm as the small boy whimpered as he buried his face into my shoulder to save himself the sight of Mal's brutality. Razor began to apologize and beg Mal for his forgiveness as Mal stood there and chuckled darkly and our eyes locked and he smirked as he threw the guy down on the ground in front of us.
Mal then placed his foot in the middle of his back so he couldn't get up or escape and said mockingly with amusement ringing in his voice, "Don't apologize to me peon, apologize to my girl. She is the one you foolishly threatened, and you better make it sound good because if you don't I'm gonna make you wish you hadn't laid eyes on her."
"Y-Yes, boss...I'm sorry miss, it won't happen again." He stuttered as he looked up at me with fear looming in his eyes as my eyes mirrored the same fear back into his.
"Does that apology please you, my sweet?" Mal said silkily as he pushed his foot further into his back as he leaned in to look at me more closely.
No words would escape my lips, so I quickly nodded my head, and Mal smiled wickedly at me for a few more second before he took his foot off of Razor's back and kicked him to the side as he strolled back up to his throne whistling all the while that familiar tune of his and sat back down. Razor began to crawl and then run to the other side of the top of building to get further away towards some of the other guys, Mal just laughed as his eyes danced with mirth as his eyes followed Razor's figure in the crowd of delinquents.
Big Ed appeared and said without flinching, "Here's that wine you wanted from Chris's secret stash, boss."
Mal smiled as he accepted the wine cup from him as Big Ed opened the wine and poured him some. I gulped as I stood up and with the boy clinging to me for dear life, I felt my stitches stretching in my foot as I quickly turned around and made a mad dash for the exit door, and no one stopped me. Not even Mal as I ran out it.
Mal's Pov:
I watched with amusement as Roxanne fled from my sight out the exit door in fear with that little shrimp that ruined my shoes the other day. I enjoyed every bit of emotion I invoked from her today, it was quite fascinating to watch her eyes fill up with fear at what I could do to her if it pleases me, but I don't because it's more fun to watch her suffer by using against her what she treasures the most and that is her love of caring for others. I knew right away when I first met her that she was a passionate one. She may act tough as nails on the outside, but on the inside, she was as soft as a delicate flower. Too kind and caring, the very characteristics that Mike possesses, and it didn't take me long to spot them in her, but then again she is a girl, but none like I've ever met before either though.
My thoughts were interrupted when Pete asked, "She's getting away. Do you want me to bring her back?"
I smile as I take a sip of wine and said casually, "No, let her go. I'll collect her, later on, tonight when the time draws near."
Pete nodded his head and walked off to join some of the other boys at a card game as I play over in my mind my delicious little pet's reactions not too long ago.
She really is too innocent, but I don't mind...Those are my favorite ones to break...
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