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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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Roxanne's Pov:
I must have slept pretty late, it felt like I slept like a log because the next morning when I got up it was later than usual, and comfortingly enough there were no creeps hanging around my cell room either which was a relief considering my terrible luck as of late. Regardless I reluctantly dragged myself out of bed and grab some fresh clothes and things to go shower, so I could start my new day...without Mal...and I was determined to make it the best couple days of my life ever until he did come back and grace me with his ominous presence once again unfortunately.
As I entered the infirmary I noticed for the first time just how late I slept, it was nearly noon and I was surprised Raph or Chef didn't come barging in to wake me and make me come to class, I shook it off as I quickly showered and got dressed. At least today, I got all of my clothes cleaned and returned so now I could find somewhere and bury that confounded pink dress forever. I still think my mother had something to do with that over-feminine thing, she was probably trying to get back at me for all the times I wore tom-boyish clothes to my school pictures and other occasions. On the way out of the bathroom, I thanked the nurse for letting me use it, but then she stopped me from leaving out the door because she wanted to examine and see how the progress on my foot was going. She pulled out the remaining stitches and told me the healing looked good but said I should still practice using caution when putting any pressure on it though, after that she wrapped it lightly with some bandages and let me go from there. Just as I closed the nurse's door, I soon remembered I needed, unfortunately, to ask Mrs. Woods yet again for a new jumper since my last one was destroyed, I figured this time there was no point in trying lie about it, it would look and probably sound suspicious if I did. So I sighed out loud as I stopped at her door to knock, on the way I was surprised that I wasn't being tailed by weirdos or being harassed on top of that, Mrs. Woods told me to enter which I did as I stopped in front of her desk and told her my dilemma.
"Hey, it's me again. I hate to bother you, but I need ask for another favor." I said as I leaned over the counter and sighed.
She was chewing gum from the looks of it as she worked her jaw and then looked up from her paperwork and flatly asked, "Whatcha need?"
"Another jumper again..." I said sheepishly as I looked down and drew circles on the counter with my finger because I felt pretty stupid for having to ask again so soon.
"No need." She said nonchalantly as she picked up the papers and stacked them all together neatly and placed them on a paper tray on the right side of her.
I was a little taken back as I straightened up my posture and said, "What do you mean?...I thought we have to wear those stupid things all the time."
"Not anymore. Apparently, a good number of the parents/guardians of the delinquents here have been calling in so many complaints about it that a petition was passed around and Chris was left with no choice but to drop the jump gig and let it go, but the badges are still in effect for the time being." She said as a matter of factly as she waited to see if I had anything else to say.
I honestly didn't, I was rather surprised by it so I said, "Oh...wow."
"Well, if you need anything else I'll be here, if not check with Mrs. Jones. She's usually always available in her office." She said as returned her attention back to her paperwork.
I nodded as I thanked her and headed out the door, I wondered how Chris feels about the jumper thing being disbanded, I bet he either was not happy about it or just didn't care. Not even five minutes, and I just rounded the corner as I was headed to lunch since it was noonish that I almost ran into the last person I wanted to see,(well...next to the last person I wanted to see aside from Mal), it was Steve. Inwardly I groan as I stepped aside and attempt to walk past him as I acted as though I didn't see him, but he saw that I saw him so that didn't happen as he cut me off from going around him and blocked the hallway.
I narrow my eyes and as calmly as I could handle I say, "What do you want?"
His smile was almost as disturbing as Mal's as he smiled and looked me over with a lewd gaze as he said, "I heard your boyfriend's not in town. I thought I'd come see for myself, and now that I have...I can't help but wonder what you plan to do without him here to take care of you."
I pulled myself up to my full height and growled as I snarled at him, "Mal is not my boyfriend! I don't care what that idiot says...I am not his!...and I never will be! So get out of my way, or so help me I will redefine for you the meaning of pain!"
He laughs as he crosses his arms over his chest and says cooly, "That's not what everyone here says...rumor has it that your his new favorite plaything."
He paused for a moment as we both watch one of the instructors and a few guys walked by us as we both lock eyes as he continues on, "I don't know if you know this girly, but Mal being playing with little girls like you for a long time now. That's what landed his crazy ass here in the first place...that and some other untold reasons that's kept under wraps. Speaking of rumors, I heard you're the granddaughter of that old guy, Valenti."
I placed my hands on my hips because I was beginning to grow impatient with this creep as I flatly stated, "Yeah so...what about it?...You got a problem with it?"
"Not at all. Everyone here knows Mal's his dog and why he chained here. It just means the rumors are true then because if your his granddaughter and Mal is his successor than that make you guys quite the celebrity couple around here." He said with a devious smirk forming at the corners of his mouth as he narrowed his eyes at me in glee.
Before I could say anything else he took a step closer towards me and with an even wider smirk on his face he added, "So when's the wedding, slave girl?"
I felt one of my eyes twitch as I finally snapped and reached back as hard as I could and punched him in his face and then kneed him in the gut as he doubled over in pain which wiped the smile from his face. I then grabbed him by the nape of his hair and brought his face down on my knee and watched as he fell into the floor and stared up at me with anger and disbelief because I just kicked his ass again for who knows how many times now.
I quickly stepped over him and brought one of my mud boots down over his throat as hard as I could as I felt rage rolling off of me like waves of fire and then I angrily said, "One more word and I swear I will crush your airway, mouth breather!...I have had just about enough of the sex slave jokes from Mal, and you...you are not going to add your two cents to the pile either!"
Just as I was very tempted to kick his ugly face in, someone shouted down the hall at me. I looked up and it was Raph.
"Roxanne," He shouted my name across the hall as he bounded his way towards both Steve and me and continued on to say, "Kindly step away and refrain from any further actions. You are to go met Chef in his office immediately."
I didn't move from where I stood as I glared down the hall at him and then at the piece of trash underneath my boot, but I complied as he got closer and shouted, "Now!"
I stormed off with my fists balled up really to hit anyone that dare piss me off any further than I already was and I didn't look back not once. It was my first day back and I was already busted, and I wasn't too happy about it either as I finally stopped outside of Chef's office with intentions to knock and wait, but when I saw Steve following not too far off, I said screw it because I wasn't about to spend ten minutes in there with him without losing my cool again. So I picked up my steps quickly and opened up one of the unused classrooms and ducked inside as I waited for that creep and Raph to pass me by. I carefully peered out the window as I watched them both go by and then with ease I snuck out of the door and quickly made my way to the mess hall to speedily grab some grub and run before they noticed that I wasn't in Chef's office. Oddly enough I had no trouble getting in the mess hall, so as meekly as possible I make my way around tables and chairs to get in line and I wait my turn to hopefully grab a to-go-box and sneak outside to eat.
As soon as I told the lunch lady my order I hear a familiar ominous dark voice behind me and I groan as they said, "I was wondering why Mal's little flower was hiding among the weeds. You know...you made quite the bit of noise in the hall just now. It's a wonder Chris isn't advertising it over the intercom yet."
I turn around and it's exactly who I'd hope it wasn't. It was that Splotch guy with tattoos and piercing who was regarding me with little interest as he gave the lunch lady his order as well, it'd looked as though he wasn't going to eat lunch in here either. From my point of view with standing up this time around and not being held and forced down onto a table, he still looked huge like a giant, but very thin with some slight muscle to him. The guy had to be as tall as Chef judging from the sight of him, I felt like a midget compared to a lot of the guys in here, but then again I was a girl and a pretty short one even comparing myself to most girls my age.
I sighed quietly as I turn my attention back to my food and pick it up as I was about to leave and drearily replied, "Don't remind me. It doesn't matter how low a profile I attempt to keep, my cover always somehow seems to get blown."
He grabbed my arm for a second and quietly said in a low tone of voice only meant for me to hear, "If you're looking for somewhere to hide, you can always use Mal's turf. Steve never goes there, he knows better than to mess with the juvie king's minions whether he's there or not."
I swallowed and I shook my head with a no, that was the last place I wanted to go considering the bad memories I had recently developed there thanks to Mal and his freaks for beating that small kid nearly senseless.
"Well...I don't like you or anything but you can always come to my cell. I rarely get any visits from Steve, I kinda think he's afraid of the needles and the pens." He said listlessly in a little louder tone of voice as we both headed out the mess hall while I leeringly watched for Raph or even Steve at this point.
As we both exited the mess hall I had an unsettling feeling about this, but mostly because of the last time I went into his cell, but he did say he wasn't interested in me so I figured eating lunch there couldn't be too bad, so I accepted his offer and followed him with dread in the elevator. I may now live in fear of those thanks to Chris's unsafe handy work, he really needs to hire better help then this before he ends up killing someone. When we got to the second floor, I was somewhat relieved that it was mostly empty and there was not near as many creeps there as before as I followed Splotch to his cell. On the way, he told me not worry about him having company because he didn't share his cell with anybody, he says he assumes it's because he's too weird for most people to handle.
Believe it or not, I think I just might have made an odd new friend today...yeah he was really quiet but he didn't leave me feeling as threatening as Mal or Steve did, I think you just have to be around him long enough to get to know and understand him. I guess it's true what they say about never judging a book by its cover and in Splotch's case, it really was just like that. I had asked him why everyone called him that and he said that it was because a lot of his clothes and things were covered in splotches and ink blobs from his art, so the name came naturally and just stuck with him. He was kind of an eccentric sort of guy. He didn't paint with blood like everyone seems to believe as he explained to me, his artwork was very strange but at the same time really amazing to behold it kinda made me jealous, to be honest. I wish I could pick up a pen or paintbrush and go after it like that, I told he should go to college and take an art class and do something with that talent of his.
"Thanks. I plan on it after I finish serving my time here and along with my last year of high school. I've got a few more months and I'll be out." He said in a more sociable tone than before as he finished the last of his sandwich and worked his way to the fries on his plate.
By then I was beginning to feel more at ease so my curiosity got the better of me and I had to ask so I did, "Did you do Mal's tattoos as well? They're really good."
He paused for a moment as though he was remembering something and then answered, "Yes, that was my work, and thank you, I'm glad you like it. It took an hour to do the outlines and then another two and a half hours to fill them in. He never did flinch or complain not once the entire time, even when he bled some. Truthfully, I don't think he knows what pain is. I don't know what he is to you exactly, but if you were wise you'd stay away from him. He's bad news."
That was the most I think I ever heard him speak all at once as his expression took on a more serious tone as he went on to say, "I've seen that guy do some pretty sick things and I've heard worse still."
I nodded my head in agreement and told him of some of my experiences with Mal as he quietly listened without any interruption while he pulled out some of his unfinished art as he began to work on them as I continued to explain my situation to him. When I pretty well sum up what had been going on and now the current events, he didn't say anything for a while like he was going over in his mind all the details of my dilemma.
"I don't honestly know what to tell you, but if you need somewhere safe to go, you are always welcome to come here. I don't get out much, so you can pretty well find me in my cell most of the time." He said sincerely as he looked up from his work.
I thanked him for his words and for letting me have lunch with him I was beginning to feel somewhat better about the day and so I got up after finishing my lunch and smiled as I said, "Well...it was fun and really nice to met you. I'll try to say hi next I see you."
"The same to you as well, Mal's little flower." He jested with a wink and a twinkle in his eyes.
I cocked a brow at him as I placed my hands on my hips in annoyance for the second time today as I spouted in confusion at him and said, "Why do you keep calling me that?..."
"That's the tattoo he asked me to draw for him. I take it though you weren't too happy with it?.." He remarked a little more seriously this time, but still at ease.
As soon as he said that the lines began to connect and the gears in my head started to turn as I realized what he was trying to say, so I said, "The work was great...really, but the fact that he forced it upon me wasn't, and I'm still not happy about that either. He claims it was an engagement gift, but regardless I'm not marrying him no matter what he says."
"Good luck, but a word out of caution, once Mal sets his sights on something he wants, he doesn't let up...not even for a second, so you might want to be careful on how you tread around him." He told me with an even more serious tone of voice.
Everyone keeps warning me about how dangerous Mal is, and believe me I've seen some of it from first-hand experience, but nonetheless, I'm still not going to be tied down to him...not if I can help it. Even though to be honest things between him and me have started to get really weird...so weird now that I don't even really see him as much as the enemy as before and that kind of worries me. I almost kind of tolerate him now because tolerate is the best word to describe how I deal with him at the moment. If he wasn't so bent on trying to piss me off all the time maybe...I'd even kind of like...
No...just no...the thought of liking Mal scares me...and not just a little, but a lot.
I admit that I did have a good time with him last night minis all the perverted advances he made towards me, but I just couldn't see myself going any further than that. I mean yeah...he's good-looking and I like it when we kiss, but that's where everything after that just ends. He's not romantic. He's rude and vulgar. He has absolutely no manners. He's violent and his temper is out of control. He's nothing I want in a boyfriend...or even a husband for that matter. I'm sixteen the last thing I should be thinking about is marriage. I should be thinking about school, friends, what colleges I might be interested in going to. Not that.
With all those scrambling thoughts running into one another inside my head, I finally tell Splotch goodbye as I head back to the elevator and to my cell so I can enjoy what little free time I have until next class, but that didn't last for long as I hear the intercom go off...
Roxanne Davison...Report to my office immediately!...Do not pass go and collect $200, because you will not receive a "get out of jail" card if you do!...I repeat Roxanne Davison come to my office now!...
It was Chris and I knew it was coming. Just as I had made it to my cell too...rats! Reluctantly I dragged myself back into the elevator and ride the death box of shame to Chris's office and see what punishment awaiting me this time.
Pete's Pov:
Today may have just been the worst day of my life, I had let Mal's little pet sleep in and by the time I came back around later to check on her which was only about ten minutes prior to the last time I looked in on her, she was gone. I knew if I didn't find her soon and make sure nothing had happened, Mal would kill me when he gets back, so there I was combing the entire juvie trying to find her but to no luck. At one point, one of the guys said they had seen her in the mess hall and after that, no one had seen her. Not even that green-haired punk Duncan that I know she likes to hang out with. By now my nerves were fried as I kept looking around in desperate pursuit, but then Chris made his announcement and I knew if I waited close by the office I would eventually see her come by, so that's what I did.
Not too long after I had seen her begrudgingly making her way to his office, I only had to wait a little under five minutes luckily enough as I stayed out of plain sight and waited with Razor who just walked up upon me as I informed him of her position as I radioed Big Ed and the others as well. Mal owes me for this crap, I'm not his babysitter for his pet I silently complained to myself as I stood and waited in dormant.
"When's Mal coming back?" Razor asked with disinterest as he lazily leaned against the wall beside me.
I closed my eyes and as I run my hands over my temples and reply with a groan, "He told Ed he'd be back in a few days. So he'll possibly be back in three to four at tops if I had to guess. You know how impatient he gets which is why if we don't keep tabs on his wayward little chit, we'll be in deep shit."
He yawned as he looked on ahead as he stated in a matter of factly tone of voice, "No lie there when the boss gets pissed, the best thing you can do is stay the hell out of his way unless you have a death wish in mind."
We didn't make much small talk for the next few minutes as we waited for her to come out of the office and continue our tedious task of having to tail her.
Razor spoke up again and said, "So I take it that it's true about the rumors that's going round about the boss and his slave girl?...He's really going to tie the knot with this one, huh?"
"It seems that way. Were you not there when he announced it that other night in his cell?" I asked as I raised an eyebrow at him.
"Nah...I missed it because I gone and done pissed him off not too long ago when I nearly hit his precious little pet remember?...I thought for sure he was going to go and tear my arm off that day," He paused a moment and then went on to say, "You know...I've been thinking and I'm starting to wonder it myself. Mal seems to really fancy this little plaything of his. Letting her get away with murder just about. His behavior around her is suspicious even for him. I think Steve may be onto something when he made that comment that night we all fought in the entrance hall."
I stopped and thought to myself as I tried to remember all Steve said that night and then I replied, "Onto what?...That chump said a lot of trash talk that night and how did you hear before Ed and me got there?..."
"Steve made some comment about the boss becoming soft...and to answer your other question...the same way you did over the walkie...Mal has a bad habit of leaving down the talk button. So yeah...it has me wondering if maybe he has grown soft." Razor said with a studious look on his face as we both turn and watch a couple of guys running through the hall.
I didn't reply back, but it did make me stop and ponder over the thought myself the day he wanted to go visit Splotch's cell, and the way he lost his cool over some trash that came out of Steve's mouth over his new prized toy was starting to make me rethink things myself.
Roxanne's Pov:
The trip to Chris's office went better than I had thought it would and thankfully Steve wasn't there either to pour grease on the fire as I took a seat and waited to hear what my new punishment would be. Chris walked in while complaining over his phone about something Chef wouldn't do for him as he aggravatedly turned off his phone and then turned his attention towards to me with a displeased look on his face. He then proceeded to take his seat as he dropped down into it like he'd rather be anywhere else right now than in here giving me a lecture which for him was odd, it had me wondering what his deal was.
"In trouble again I see, Miss Roxanne. You and Steve just can't get along, can you?...Looks like I'm gonna have to find something suitable for you to do to keep that short fuse of yours from exploding." Chris said with annoyance clearly visible in his voice as he pouted and went on to say, "...and here I thought Mal was the main thorn in my side...and another thing, you should be thankful that Raph covered for your's and Mal's butt since you didn't come back to juvie at the appointed time agreed on the paperwork you both signed last night. Got anything to say about that while I'm on the subject?!..."
"No...fine then. You're to thoroughly sweep and mop the entire mess hall and I want it done by three, which means you have," Chris says sourly as he looks down at his watch and then back up at me and continues on, "...less than an hour and a half to get it done before Chef starts his cooking classes in there."
I sigh as I hung my head and waited to be dismissed, but then Chris anxiously threw something at me over his desk and added, "Oh...and Mr. Valenti said I have to give you this or I could be looking at finding another job soon if I don't! So take it and keep it on you at all times!"
I didn't have time to look inside the bag because Chris then kicked me out of his office and told me to get to work, so I did.
Oddly enough as I left Chris's office I couldn't shake this eerie feeling like I was being watched and/or followed, but I didn't stop to linger on it as I made my way back to the mess hall for the second time today, but not for the same reason. Luckily when I got there everyone was gone so I had the peace of mind of cleaning the floors alone with nobody to bother me or so I thought. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw some of Mal's goons watching me through a glass window on one of the double doors to the mess hall. I growled out loud in irritation and then I tried to calm myself down and just let it go, they can't touch me because if they do Mal will kill them, so with that in mind. I grabbed a nearby dust mop and started my boring task, but first I laid the bag Chris gave me down on one of the tables so I could free up my hands and get the work done a little faster.
Mal's Pov:
It's been almost one full day and I am bored out of my mind as I lay here listening to the machines beep and make other noises as I watch outside of my window that connects to the hallways as doctors, nurses, and patients go by and other peons as they go about their business. I thought about getting up and starting some problems for my nurse and doctor, but they already taken the liberty of locking me in my room since they caught me tampering with my neighbor's pills by mixing them up into other bottles and then playing connect the dots with squiggle lines on the heart monitor using a fat sharpie I found at the front desk last night. So that was out. At least there was a television going to distract me from listening to those damnable machines. The doctor said I'd be in here for at the most three more days, I wasn't sure I could take three days of not having any kind of fun and harassing my delectable little slave girl which who still hasn't called me yet today.
I suppose I'll have to do something about that soon...
I chuckled out loud to myself as I think of how much I enjoy making her squirm in my grasp and the way she flashes her temper at me when I don't even have to try very hard to upset her...yes I'll find a way to make her succumb to my will and she will learn to like it just like Bailey and Zoey did. While I laid there in thought, I soon realized that after going over the conversations the old coot had with Mike and little Zoey, I needed a plan to win over Roxanne and get her to say yes when I popped the question, but how?...was the question indeed.
Soon my thoughts were dismissed as the phone on my tableside rung, I grabbed a hold of it and answer it, "Yeah?...So how'd it go?"
I looked up at the clock and noticed for the first time just how late in the day it is, it was dinner time and the food here wasn't too bad unlike Chef's inedible cooking as I listen to the reply on the other end of the phone. It was Pete.
"So far your little doll has managed to hide under the radar for most of the morning, and then get in trouble today with Steve. She just about crushed his windpipes over him calling her your slave girl or so some little runt of the litter said. The pipsqueak then said she ran for it when Raph caught her in the act. No one saw much of her after that, not until Chris called her to his office. Apparently, she didn't go unpunished for it." Pete informed me as he then waited to hear my thoughts on the matter.
I replied confidently as I said, "Sounds like my little hellcat's been busy. Give her my regards...and do whatever is necessary to keep her out of trouble."
"Oh...and something else has come up." Pete said out of the blue as he sounded as though he just remembered something.
"And what is that?" I ask out of curiosity.
"She entered Chris's office empty-handed and returned with a small bag that she was trying to hide from view. It looks suspicious even for her." Pete said discreetly.
"Hmm...that is interesting. Find out what she's hiding. Well...if that's all you have for me today, then I'm finishing this call." I replied dryly as I see my dinner rolling around the corner.
"Yes, boss." He commented indolently and then the line went dead.
Roxanne's Pov:
After finishing up the mess hall, I pretty well spent the rest of the day skipping the rest of my classes, I just didn't see the point, after all, that, so I took all of my books I had left in the infirmary and brought them to my cell and read them in there. By then I remembered the bag Chris gave me, so I took it and emptied out its contents on my bed where I discovered my grandfather had left me with a small container of pepper spray that could be easily concealed and a taser gun just small enough to fit in one of my pockets. I've never been in a situation where I needed to use neither item before, but being here in an all-boy-juvie I was more than happy to have this on me, and believe me I intended to have one or the other on me at all times. I've never even used a taser before, but if the situation came up I was sure I'd figure it out real quick, and if I had to...I sure as hell would use it on Mal too if he tried to touch me again!
With all that in mind, my first day without Mal went a lot smoother than I thought it would, and I just prayed and hoped the next couple of days went just as well too. At least I made a new friend today and an unlikely one at that. I smiled as finished tucking away my new form of protection aside from Mal as I headed down to get me something eat and call it a day.
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