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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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A/N: I don't own Total Drama or it's characters relating to the show. Nor do I profit or make money from writing this. Enjoy!
Roxanne's Pov:
Standing in front of a door that read in white faded letters "Mess Hall", I think to myself. "Okay, here goes nothing then." With a hesitating hand, I slowly reach for the door handle, but before I can barely turn the knob, I was roughly shoved aside with such force I almost fell. I regained my stance, but before I could say anything, I was met with a deep voice like none I've ever heard before. "Move aside, peon."
I turned around toward the voice and was met with this guy that had tannish skin, dark hair which part of it fell over his eyes, and his eyes. I could tell right away that I had finally met my match. Not anything lovey-dovey, but someone who could probably hold their own against me, and maybe even more. I shook it off and stood my ground. I'm not the type to be easily imitated. I narrowed my eyes, and said, " Hey, rude much?... What's your problem?"
The guy looks down at me with this smirk. (Because let's face it, I'm barely 5 foot tall, whereas he looks like he could be a whole another foot taller than me.) "Ohhh...I'm sorry princess. Would you like me to hold the door open for you? Roll out a red carpet as well, hm?"
"Piss off! I can open the door myself!", I retorted with annoyance, while angrily glaring at this guy.
"Then please, don't let me get in your way." , he drools as he smiles smugly, and disappears through the door, and I follow shortly after while staring daggers through his back the whole entire time.
As I entered the room, I figured out what, "mess hall" meant. I had never heard of that term or phrase before until now. It was giant cafeteria with all the tables, and chairs pushed to the back of the room. The walls like everywhere else in this place was faded gray, there were a few small rectangular-windows toward the back as well where the tables and chairs were located. Looking around, I could tell there was a lot of guys here if I had to guess maybe a little over seventy. Most them looked like they were in their mid-teens, and most of them were standing in front of the roll of tables, and chairs. At the far left of the room, I could see a tall muscular dark-skinned man dressed in military attire, and another guy that looked strangely familiar. He had a big smile plastered on his face. Standing in front of them was seven of the meanest guys I've ever seen, including my new found friend, "the door greeter". Behind them, was what looked like to be new arrivals like myself. The only reason I assumed this is because of the fear in their eyes, and the way they trembled in everyone's presence.
Before I could finish closing the door, the army man shouted in my direction, "Well, what the hell you waitin' for?..Get in here, and close the damn door, already!" Without even flinching, I did as I was told. The familiar looking guy's smile broadens, whereas the military guy narrowed his eyes, and then grinned. "Hey, you must be one of the new recruits. Well, just because you're a girl, don't think for a moment I'll be going easy on you. Fall in with the rest of the maggots, or should I say, "fresh meat". The entire room erupted in laughter as I strolled up to stand with the other newbies.
The military guy blew on his whistle, and the room went dead quiet. "Those of you, bear the black, and blue sleeve badge know the rules here, and those of you, who have just arrived that are wearing the green ones...Well, let's put in some introductions. I am Lt. Hatchet, a.k.a. Chef Hatchet, as some of you, may have recognized from the Total Drama Tv series, and this here is Chris McClean. You may also know him from the show as well. He is the headmaster of this joint."
Chris smiled, and said, "That's right, guys, and gal." You'll be staying here for a looooooong time. So those of you, who are new better get ready for a long haul."
With that being said, Chris McClean then turns to Chef and says, "I'll let you take it from here Chef!"
"It's Lt. Hatchet!" , Chef complained.
"Whatever. Just get on with it, Cheeeeef!" , Chris replied, smugly.
Grumbling to himself, and rolling his eyes, Lt. Hatchet or Chef turned around with arms all stretched out, and stated," Welcome to Hell. This is where you little punks are gonna stay until you've finished serving your sentences."
Just as a grin spread across my face, Lt. Hatchet notices, and says, "You find something funny there do ya?... You wanna share it with the rest of the class, Miss Davison or should I say R.E.D.?"
I gave him a taken back look. Not that many people knew my nickname, and those that did didn't even know where it originated. My father was actually the one that started it. My initials spell R.E.D., but like I said not many people or teens my age knew that. They always called me that because of my hair.
He smiles deviously, and says, "Yeah, I know about you, and your little history. Got it all right here in these files." He waves in front of him, and everyone else to see. Chris giggles like a little schoolgirl at that comment. "I know everything..."
I continue to stare him down nonchalantly without a blink of an eye, as he continues, "...setting neighbors' porches on fire, breaking into the school office, vandalizing school property, skipping classes, starting fights with other students, spray painting the principal's car, etc."
"And your point is?" , I asked with little to no concern, trying my damn-est not to look too smug about it. Chris chuckles at that comment.
"My point?!.. My Point?!," Lt. Hatchet rages with noticeably veins cording around his neck. " You think this is some kind of game?... Think your tough do ya?... Well, we'll just see how tough you really are then, won't we?"
He walks briskly to the front roll of guys, the seven tough looking guys I had spotted earlier. As I look at them again, I started to sweat. All seven of them were wearing black sleeve badges. I realized now why they were on the front roll, they were his "underlings". They were the real deal.
"Standing here are the seven black sleeve badges of my little training camp. I handpicked them myself because they are the strongest, toughest, fastest, and meanest of the bunch little shits you'll ever find anywhere." He said looking boldly down at me from where he stood. "I'll say it again, little girl. Do ya still think you're tough stuff now?"
Without batting an eye, I replied, " Without a doubt, Sir."
"Very well then." , He smiled devilishly with his hands firmly folded behind his back. Looking in the direction of a tall boy with dark brown hair and a scar across his nose, he says, "Steve, would you be so kind as to show our newest recruit how we welcome their kind in our mist?"
The boy named Steve stepped forward, and with a smug smiled, and replied, "It be my pleasure, Lt. Hatchet, Sir!"
He dives toward me with quick reflexes with intent to punch me in my face, but I ducked and moved back quick enough to dodge it. As he took another swing, I jumped up in mid-air and gave him a sudden round-house kick. As my foot made contact with his head, it sent him flying into the nearest wall. He sank to the floor in a daze. Completely knocked-out. I smiled back at Lt. Hatchet as he his jaw dropped. He started stuttering, completely not expecting that move at all. All the other guys stood there in shock as well. Chris let out a, "Ohhhhhh!'.
"I hope that's not the best your welcome party can do, Lt. Hatchet." , I said with a calm remark, trying not to look too smug about it. "Yeah, those Kung Fu classes really came in handy back in grade school. Thanks, Dad." As I thought to myself.
"Well, well. It looks like you do live up to your reputation.", He said, then paused for a moment, he looked like he was pondering over something. Then Chris walked forward and whispered something in his ear. They both laugh out loud, then Chef smiled a very evil smile. "You know according to the headmaster, I was supposed to stick you in one of the empty rooms, but just for that, he says he's decided to bunk you up with Mal here instead." He laughed and added, " I hope you enjoy your accommodations."
I frowned because I hadn't met this, "Mal" yet. So I was completely at a loss for words.
Mal's Pov:
As Chef (a.k.a Lt. Hatchet), mentioned that the new girl was to share my room, I was immediately not amused by this announcement, even though, I was impressed by her sudden show of strength. I groaned in irritation but said nothing all the same. I knew if I was careful, I could use this as my advance if I plotted this out carefully.
After Chef was done explaining, and laying out the rules, and all that boring shit, he finally dismissed us.
"Well, if no one has any questions, comments, or complaints, you may all go back to your little games and what-not, but before you do, Blue badges are to stay behind, and put all the tables and chairs back where they were before this little meeting." With that being said a groan from a large group of guys complained, and Chris and Chef strolled toward the exit. Chef gave me the smuggest smile, I've seen yet, as he commented, "I know what you did to Major Thyng." Looking into the new girl's direction he continued. "Think of this as your consolation prize."Chef laughed as Chris, and himself left the room.
I growled as I murmured to myself with fury. "I knew that bastard did it on purpose. He's not getting off easy for this, not by a long shot."
Everyone all around immediately either left or went to setting the mess hall back to its original form. The room was soon filled with a sea of loud voices, guys trying to get around one another, and loud shuffling of feet, and there was even arguing and disputing over petty nonsense. I didn't have the time nor the patience to deal with it much longer. As I turn around, I noticed that the girl was staring at me. I was instantly annoyed until I realized that she was actually frozen in fear. I smiled and laughed as I waved to her, indicating for her to come my way. When she didn't respond, I called out, " Hey princess!"
With that, she seems to perk up, because just I finished that comment, she glared at me with intense malice as before when I shoved her aside to enter the room earlier. She narrowed her eyes, and replied with a shaky voice, " Don't ever call me that again."
"Or you'll do what?" I replied with ease.
"I'll leave that to your imagination." She countered, not taking her eyes off mine with a smirk as well.
I let out a chuckle. With that being said, I placed my hands in my pockets, and shifted around while whistling my favorite tune, "In the hall of the mountain king", and made my exit.
I was halfway down the hall when I noticed something was off, I was being followed, out of the corner of my eye, I realized it was her. She was following not far behind. I smiled shrewdly as the words flowed from my mouth,"You haven't fallen for me already have you?...I know I'm a devilishly handsome guy, but there's no excuse for a peon as lowly as yourself to stalk me now?"
She laughed. "You think too highly of yourself." As she waved a paper in her hand. "I'm headed to our dorm."
"You mean my dorm." I corrected her which reminded me of the new arrangement which I'm still not too thrilled about.
"Not anymore, according to Lt. Hatchet." , She responded with what sounded like wariness.
"Just call him "Chef". Everyone else does, but mostly due to the show.", I said. "And it's still my room!"
"Fine, whatever, but half of it is now mine. So get over it," she said to irritate me, which it did, but I sure as hell wasn't going let her know it; although an idea did just strike me.
With a wicked grin, I stopped dead in my tracked which caused her to walk right into me from behind and causing her to lose her stepping, falling flat on her behind. "Hey!" , She cries out. "Look where you're going already!...Geeze!" As I look ominous down on her with my full height, she immediately gasps and flinches from my advances, and my smile broadens even more yet. I crouch down in front of her, and before I get to two words out, I was interrupted by none other than a voice I know all too well. Duncan.
"Hey man, what's going on?" , He asks, trying to act tough like some kinda knight in shining armor. He really does get on my nerves. "There's no trouble here, is there?"
As I stood up back up and turned around to face him, he realized then and there what he just got himself into. " Whoa! Speaking of trouble, I really don't want any. Just saw the chick here, and thought something was amiss."
"Well. Duncan, you thought wrong. So why don't you go back to where ever it was you were at? Go play somewhere else. I'm busy here.", I commented.
"Sure man.",He nervously replied and looking at Davison, Red, or whatever her name is. " If you need anything, just ask for me. The name's Duncan."
During Duncan's and my little discussing, I hadn't noticed that she got up. She looked from me to Duncan, and said, "I'm just fine, but I thank you anyways for your concern unlike some people here." She narrowed her gaze at me and turned around left without another word. Inwardly, I cackled to myself. I don't know why, but pissing her amuses me. But I still have to teach her who is charge here.
As I turned back to Duncan, I noticed he had already disappeared as well. An Idea struck me as I stood there alone in the hallway...
Well, Mal and Roxanne seem to be getting along just dandy. Will they ever get along? Why is Duncan so scared of Mal? And what is Mal's idea? Find out soon enough....
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