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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:
Seeing the old man brought back memories of the day Mike had finally made the decision to split us all up, and separate us from him so he could live a normal life, but with permission through his parents first of course because "little Mikey" can't do anything on his own which isn't anything new. With those thoughts in mind as I sat in a boring class of algebra with my slave girl sitting directly behind me, so I can keep a close eye on her from time to time and make to sure that no one gets to close which they don't when they see me in the room. Instead, they turn tail the other way and scram as soon as their eyes come in contact with mine which only amuses me more watching them all cower in fear of me and knowing all too well what I'm capable of doing. Regardless of what's going on all around me, my mind still wanders back to that time nonetheless as though I was trying to recover a lost memory or moment that somehow had passed unnoticed by me.
I remember all too well the day Mike talked with that nerd, Cameron about a way to give each personality a body of their own. The nerd claimed he knew someone that was going to be on one of the Total Drama series tv shows one day and his parents were "amazing scientists" as he put it that could help Mike out through a surgery that was rather dangerous which is why it caught my attention because anything that's life-threatening is always an attention-getter for me, and this little conversation of theirs was no different, if anything I found it rather intriguing, to say the least. At the time, Mike had me locked away in the furthest part of his mind in a dungeon-like cell, but I could still use a mirror to see and hear what went on outside of it nevertheless, and so I was able to gather that information rather easily. When the others were given "the talk" concerning it, they were more than happy about the idea and I, myself could do anything I wanted with a body of my own without having to lock down the other fools to get my use of the body and have my way. When I put more thought into it, I was pretty sure the "real reason" Mike wanted to split us all up was mainly because of my last couple of little stunts I pulled around Total Drama All-Stars and what fun I had with his girlfriend, Zoey and my former slave girl, Bailey. I chuckle to myself as I re-live all those fun times I had and the way I made them both squirm uncomfortably in my presence as I played the role the master of the house.
So it wasn't long after that Mike met up with the parents of a strange, evil-wannabe kid named Max, if I had been in charge, and I would have had it not been for Mike locking me down, I would have made that kid wet himself just for laughs, but first only after the surgery was completed. Getting the body was more important at the time, so I had to contain myself and patiently wait for that moment when it arrived just for my taking. After Mike and his parents signed several papers stating mainly that whatever happens that they weren't liable for it and that they pretty much were being risk-takers by accepting the plan and contract, but nevertheless Mike agreed and signed them all. The surgery only lasted less than a day and all the alters, Mike and including myself went through extreme amounts of pain as though our brains and what body we did possess in the body felt like it was being stretched beyond measure and then burned over and over again. I'll never forget the intense amount of pain I felt and the screams of the others as it went on for more than several hours at a time, eventually, their lungs gave out from screaming for so long, Svetlana and Chester were the first ones to past out from the pain. Mike than Manitoba soon followed after them, whereas Vito and I lasted the longest, but soon Vito gave out too, I was the one that had a higher tolerance for pain, so I never passed out at least not until they put some kind of needle in me that heighten the pain beyond my limits and the one after that made my insides feel like they were about to explode and soon everything after that went black.
When I had finally awake I had no idea what time or day it was, and the others were all gone by then, they had abandoned me where I found myself tightly strapped down to surgical table, it wasn't long after that I met Roxanne's grandfather for the first time, but at the time I didn't know who he was and I didn't really care. Mike's parents didn't want anything to do with me, they saw me as the spawn of the devil as they put it and wanted no part of me in their lives anymore which was fine with me because I would have never stuck around for very long anyway. I wanted my freedom and I wanted out of there to wreak havoc whenever I pleased and to find a way to get my tower built and get my slave girls under my thumb again as I once attempted before, but my plans were thwarted as usual. Mike had known what I was planning and put a stop to my plots by selling me to Roxanne's grandfather, he practically threw me at him like a package with no returning address, but the old man seemed very taken with me for some odd reason or another and I never could figure out why.
As soon as he signed the paperwork and filled out a generous fat check to the doctors/scientists parents of the boy Max, they seemed more than happy to be rid of me as well, it didn't bother me though because I've always had that effect on people. No one wanted to be around me, no one wanted to make eye contact with me, and no one wanted a freak like me, except that old man...
His interest in me peek my curiosity considering how many places I've landed Mike before because of "my out-of-hand-behavior" and in all those places I've been none of those people never once tried to talk to me one on one before as an equal as this man did, and so I agreed to be his successor and took his offer unknowingly just what I was really getting myself into. All I knew was if I agreed to it then they would release me and I could get away and if they really wanted me as bad as they said they did, well...they're gonna have to chase me first...
As soon as those straps were off, and they helped me up to my feet I staggered a few times as I felt a wave nausea hit me with full force and my head felt like someone had just hit me with a frying pan as it pounded relentlessly, but I chose that moment to make my move and I took it. I ran like a madman out of their underground lab they kept me in down in their basement and dashed out of the house, but not before grabbing a knife from the kitchen and grabbing that peon Max and placing it over his throat as I use him as an escape goat. No one moved and no one stopped me as I calmly explained that if they didn't follow me, then I'd let the dweeb go unharmed, and so none of them made a move on me as I made my way to the front door taking him with me as I stepped out, and as soon as I closed the front door, I threw him aside and ran. I kept the knife for security reasons, you can never be too careful if you catch my drift, but my freedom soon ended as I only got halfway across the front lawn and was apprehended by the local police. I wasn't about to let them have me, not without a fight so I smirked as I pulled the knife back out and slashed the first one that got too close to me and watched with delight as he gripped his side and fell to the ground gasping in pain. I was so caught up in the moment of enjoying his suffering as I cackled in amusement that I didn't notice the other cop that came up from behind me and tackled me to the ground. We rolled around in the grass for awhile as I tried with all my might to shove my blade into his face viciously, but then suddenly I felt sharp flash of pain jarring through my head and then my vision got blurry real fast even though I could hear voices rushing towards me, I could not make out the words and soon everything went black.
I remember waking up again in a small, dark cramped place like a prison cell with muffled voices in the background, but because of the extreme pain that was throbbing in my head that made me clenched my teeth in my attempt to bear it, I soon passed back out again. When I woke up the next time around, I found myself strapped up in a white jacket in a padded room with no beds not even a chair or any type of furniture whatsoever except for a huge glass-rectangular mirror which I was sure was a window used by the others to observe me and my nasty behavior as others liked it call it. I didn't see anyone for days except for when they feed me and had several large men escort to the showers, and nor did they ever let me out of that room aside from that. On the third day, that old man came to visit me, he told me his name was Frank Valenti and that he was willing to still work with me, but because of my "little incident" which was almost a week ago from today with the local police, he was able to get me off the hook and prevent me from being placed in prison. The reason for that was only if I agreed to go back to juvie and clean up my act and take several different medications and shots to reign in my overly-violent natural that I possessed, once I served my time and stayed out trouble, he said he would make me his successor and I would inherit a lot of money and become a very rich man. All I had to do after that was find me a bride and I was set, I could do whatever I wanted with my life and no one could stop me. He never said what kind of business he ran or what he did to gain his fortune, all he said, for the most part, was just that he had looked far and wide in search of a young man with certain skills and a very keen mind like mine.
He gave me a night and a day to sleep and think on it, which I really didn't need, I was more than eager to accept his offer when he returned not long after, my restraints were lifted long enough for me to sign his contract and other papers he brought as well. He soon took guardianship of my well-being and it wasn't long after that, as a matter of fact, it was only a few hours before I was driven in the back of a police car from that hospital to this very juvie that I now sit in, and that was all over a year and a half ago when I stop and think back on it.
As my little revery of the past ended so did the algebra class we sat in and it's boring lesson of the day, I gathered up Roxanne as I headed out the door while everyone moved aside rather quickly to let us pass through because they were too busy being afraid that they might get too close or touch one of us and invoke my hellish wrath of mine on them in a heartbeat. I smirked evilly as I strutted past them all while keeping an arm around Roxanne's waist to show my ownership more really than for her protection than anything, but nonetheless, the peons all around would soon figure it out that if they touch her that they would be dead meat when I was through with them. I'm not gonna lie when I say that I was highly pissed with her for running and escaping from me this morning, but looking at her now in that innocent-looking little sundress of hers' she was wearing, it made me think of things I wanted to do even though I knew it would bite me in the ass later. Especially after that little "heart to heart" talk with her grandfather, Frank Valenti just barely over an hour ago in Chef's office, I could wait and find a time and place to have some fun, but for now, I just played it cool.
Roxanne's Pov:
My mind was still numb even after the first class, I don't think I heard a word that the instructor said the entire I sat behind Mal in class, I was too busy being mortified by the very idea of having to marry him. I just wanted to get up and scream and run out the doors while praying he didn't follow me, but I knew he would so I sat and sulked like a little kid that just got punished for being out of line. Mal was awfully quiet all throughout the class which I was thankful for because I really didn't have anything to say to him at this point, he won and I lost, and I was sure he was enjoying it too with that arrogant over-confidence of his that always got underneath my skin. As the class ended he pulled me with him everywhere he went after that, and I had really no other choice but to follow as I tried my best to lean more onto my other foot for better support. At some point, he did mercifully stop and let my foot rest for a minute, but only long enough to surprise me by carrying me the rest of the way and embarrassing me further by doing that.
"Mal, can't we just go back to the infirmary and get the wheelchair?...Don't you get tired of carrying me?" I whined as I tried not to make eye contact with all the guys gaping at us in the halls.
"Why?...It's a just a waste of time to go back for that silly contraption. As for carrying you, I rather enjoy watching you flush when I do it." He remarked smoothly with a cocky grin spreading across his face.
I glower at him for a moment as I groan in irritation as I look the other way to avoid looking at him altogether, but it doesn't help me feel any better either when I did that because of all the eyes that were following us down the hallway.
We didn't really speak to each other much after that, and I honestly didn't want to talk him anyways, I still didn't like him and I could hardly tolerate him, so trying to imagine having to spend the rest of my life with someone like Mal was nerve-racking. I still couldn't figure out why he wanted me in the first place, it's not that I didn't have any self-confidence in myself, it was the fact that he barely even knew me and I him, and I was pretty sure he didn't have any feelings for me either. So it was a complete mystery to me. I just couldn't figure out how his brain worked or why he wanted me as his "toy" and now his bride too. Why?...
By the time it was noon, I still didn't see any sign of Duncan and my new found friends, and so I was forced to eat with Mal, but luckily enough he was actually behaving himself and not trying get me to feed him or vise-versa. As the day was nearing to the end, I was dreading having this dinner with Mal and my grandfather, if it was just my grandfather it would have been great, but since Mal was going to be there, it was going to be very awkward, to say the least.
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