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Mal Meets the Rebel	By : Bloodylilcorpse Category: +S through Z > Total Drama Island Views: 3619 -:- 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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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!
A short flashback.
Back in the mess hall before Chef and Chris McLean left.
Chris McLean's Pov:
"Hey, Chef!" I announced over the ruckus in the mess hall.
"Yeah, what?!" He called back with annoyance.
"Be sure to get the nurse to check out Steve!" I said with both hands cupping my mouth.
"What?!" He barked back.
"I said, "Be sure to get the nurse to check out Steve!" I shouted again.
"What?!" He repeated with total seriousness.
Giving Chef one of my signature looks of annoyance, I quoted, "You heard me. Get the nurse down here immediately or it's coming out of your pay. I can't afford to lose this job, unlike last time. I'm still buried in debt because of it. Stupid lawyers." With being said, I threw my hands up in the air and left.
Duncan's Pov:
"I've seen some pretty scary stuff, but Mal is nothing you want to mess with, the guy not only takes the cake, but the sprinkles, and the whole bakery combined," I concluded, as I ventured the halls at slow strive. I decided to use the "can", but then I saw that little twerp, Elliot get ahead of me to use my favorite stall. I cursed out loud, but then a little light-bulb came on, and I strolled right out to get my lighter and a few other chums of mine.
If luck would have it I would be back in time to pull off my little fun, and it did because I could see Elliot's shoes underneath the stall. I smiled like a cat that just caught his mouse. I turned around and winked at the other guys as they all three carried their buckets with stealth, and with a faint whisper on a count of three, I lit a good-sized wad of balled up paper and quickly tossed it under Elliot's stall, and with a mighty battle cry, I roared, "FIRE!"...
As soon as I did, two things happened.
One Elliot let out the most girlish scream known manageable, and two the stall burst opened revealing a very drowned and annoyed Elliot.
The boys and I laughed rolling around on the restroom floor. I seriously thought I'd die laughing there. One of the guys laughed and pointed with a quivering hand because he was laughing uncontrollably, and snorted, "He looks like a drowned cat, dude!" At that comment, everyone roared further into laughter. Elliot glared and stormed out with what dignity he had left.
Standing up, and wiping the tears from my eyes, because let's face it, I haven't laughed that hard in awhile, I reached out and helped one of my pals up. "...And that's what I'd like to call a "Chinese Fire Drill" my bros." I said beaming with confidence.
"Hey man, next time you wanna do something like that, come and find us, alright?! We're your men!" One of the stockier guys said, with a smirk. With a couple more laughs, and whoops for pulling off our little stunt, we all headed out.
Half an hour later...
Elliot's Pov:
"First Mal, and now Duncan. I'm starting to get really tired of this." Elliot said with disgust while he did his best to dry off in his cell. Out of anger, I tossed the towel at the wall and punched my locker. "Owww!" I hit the metal harder than, I intended, and a bright red bruise started to form on my knuckles. Looking closer, I realized there was a small cut where my fist must have connected with the vents on the locker. I cursed out loud.
"Just my luck." I fumed as I cradled my fist to my chest, began blowing on it to bring down the pulsing, burning feeling from the hit. I decided that there was no way of not getting around it, so I went to the nurse's office to get a band-aid.
As I sat and waited for the nurse to return, I noticed the file cabinet nearby. Suddenly something in me clicked. I looked around to see if the nurse was anywhere near, but she wasn't. I instantly jumped up, and raced to the filing cabinet, and started looking through the files for one certain somebody, and...
I found them. I quickly read as fast as I could, at my new found discovery, my eyes nearly popped out of my head, but before I could finish reading, I heard shuffling of feet, and laughter closing in on me. So I stuff their file in my shirt and waited with bullets of sweat pouring down my face nervously for their return. Within seconds the elderly nurse walks back in and doctors my hand. I clumsily thank her and quickly leave.
Within a safe distance down the hall, I look around to make sure no one is watching yet again, and take a second glance at the file, and that's when I knew I had Mal where I wanted him. I knew then and there that he was putty in my hands. "Without Mal in my way, that leaves Duncan..."
Uh oh! What's Elliot found out about Mal? Does he actually have the guts to try, and blackmail him with it? Find out in the next chapter...
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