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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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Roxanne's Pov:
When my grandfather pulled me to the side for a moment before he had to go so he could get in a few last words, I got the instinctive feeling that a certain somebody's eyes were set burning on the back of my head, but I never looked up to give him any suspension that I knew. Pappy informed me that he would have to finalize the remaining bits of the custody papers and again that he was sorely disappointed in both Mal and myself for our poor choice of actions be displayed today and said that Raph, Mal's parole officer would be keeping an even closer eye on the both of us now. I wanted so desperately to beg him to call off this ridiculous wedding or even consider finding someone else than Mal if he wanted me to take over the family name so bad, but I knew it wouldn't work. He had his mind made up and Mal was going to be his leading man. I wasn't sure what he saw in him that made him want Mal to be the one in charge of his business, he clearly had more faith in the jerk than I or the rest of us did. I was curious at how my parents would receive Mal when I stopped and thought about it. I was sure my dad would say no the moment he laid eyes on him just because he was my father and it was his job to be very over-protective about these things. He once told me that I could never go on a date with any guy until I got married which made no sense at all, but I saw what he was doing and it did make me snicker to myself thinking about it. My mother would hate Mal on the spot the moment she set eyes on him and would fight with Pappy about this until she got some kind of say in it. I honestly would have loved to see her and Mal interact because it would be like setting a bull loose in a china shop and I was more than sure that the results would be catastrophic. I smirked and even giggled a little bit inwardly at the idea.
At one point when my grandfather and I were deep into conversation, I had thought I heard raised voices coming from behind us, but when I checked it out from the corner of my vision I had not really seen anything out of the ordinary other than a surly-looking Mal popping off to the others. That surprisingly enough was no shocker for me considering how much time I've spent with him and unfortunately witness some of his unruly habits. My grandfather commented that he had to go and so he pulled his coat on and placed his hat back on top of his head as he smiled and kissed me lightly on the cheek before he turned to leave as I also returned the hug and kiss too and then turn anxiously back around to face the music.
Mike and Zoey were both saying their goodbyes to Duncan and Bailey whereas Mal pretended not to even notice and then rolled his eyes at them as I soon approached everyone and received a hug and friendly pat on the back from each of them as well before they deported. They promised that as soon as they could, they'd come back and visit us and hopefully next time around try to avoid getting into too much trouble like today's events. Mike at least attempt to be nice and tell Mal goodbye whereas Zoey bit her bottom lip and just waved nervously from a safe distance while Mal just stood there unimpressed with his arms crossed waiting impatiently for them to leave so that we could learn from Chris and Chef just what kind of punishment that they both had in store for us. I noticed that as soon as I was almost back Mal had started to leave and got into a little bit of a scuffle with Chef who wasn't letting Mal get off so easily. I had just come into the conversation when he called me Mal's princess and I wasn't having that, so I told him off that I was not, in fact, his girl even though now I technically was after that agreement I made with Mal in the mess hall concerning "the marriage thing" and Bailey's safety.
Chris McLean had said that he would leave our punishments up to Chef because apparently he had other things to do and didn't want to waste his precious time on us, and would you believe it that our so-called punishment was the threat Chris and Chef had made hours ago before Mal and I made our slippery escape. I'm assuming that Duncan, Bailey, and Big Ed got off easily with only one week of kitchen duties because neither of them was involved in the little oil spill in the hallway that Mal and I caused. Instead, we were graciously given a full month as they promised of prepping the kitchen and cleaning it spotless. Mal was not enthused by it one bit. As a matter of fact, he was more like the complete opposite when it came down to it. He was moody and very cross, to say the least. Chef said he wanted us to report to the kitchen at after hours so it didn't cut into our classes and other activities that a good number of the delinquents here skipped anyways and that we were to repeat this method until the time period of our punishments were up. With us all doing this kitchen prep so late, it left Chef and his kitchen staff a lot more free time (to do what...I had no idea) because all they had to do was cook the food and serve it whereas we were stuck on the clean up duty and making sure everything was ready to go for his staff to take over the next day.
Everyone groaned out loud in protest.
I couldn't help but feel like the main instigator even though Mal was just as much of a guilty party as myself when I stopped and thought about it, but he didn't seem bothered by it one bit. At the appointed time, we all followed Chef down to his kitchen where he began to give out assignments and/or orders for everyone to carry out. He immediately separated Mal and myself which I couldn't imagine why (and by all means there was no sarcasm there whatsoever) as he placed Mal in charge of peeling twenty huge bags of potatoes with Duncan as his aide and he put Bailey and me in charge of chopping up vegetables and rinsing the potatoes that were ready and available from the peeling process. Big Ed was left cleaning the pots and pans and other dishes which there was plenty of from the looks of it, (it was like no one had done any real cleaning in over a week, maybe even longer than that from the trails of dishes that piled as high as the ceiling).
Chef smiled a pretty smug grin from ear to ear when he was done giving out orders as he stood in front of the kitchen doorway, and added, "And boys, you better have all those potatoes peeled and ready to go by tomorrow morning," He turned and pointed at Mal as he finished, "...especially you...crazy little creep."
I giggled out loud before I could even stop myself by clamping a hand over my mouth as Mal turned his dark glare in my direction as he hissed, "What are you laughing about? You're stuck in the same situation as the rest of us."
"Maybe, but at least I'm not doing all the work this time, and you have to pick up your own slack for a change." I challenged with a smirk.
Chef glared at the both of us for interrupting him while he was giving out instructions, he thundered over us and said, "Shut up, I'm not through talking yet!"
Chef mumbled something along the line of "damn kids" as he tapped his foot impatiently.
As soon as the room grew quiet again he smirked as he let his eyes darted between Mal and myself as they then landed onto Mal where he added, "While we're on the subject, I'm glad you brought that up Roxanne because I sure would hate for Mal to miss out on all the fun and bail on everyone," Chef grin only grew bigger by the second as he locked eyes with irritable Mal and concluded, "You're not getting out of doing your punishment this time like you have been in the past. Oh, no...I've already got this covered."
Chef with the same cocky grin in place moved to one side as the kitchen doors opened and in walked the last person I wanted to see. Steve.
"Since I can't be here to drill you myself, Steve here being my runner up will be taking charge and making sure that nobody leaves until everything is done and meets expectations." Chef deviously said and darkly chuckled as he watched the look of protests on everyone's faces as everyone groaned.
"Dude, did you hit your head or something? Mal and Steve in the same room is suicide. They'll have this whole kitchen looking like a bomb went off!" Duncan protested as he threw his hands up in the air.
"Little green man is right. You better pick somebody else if you value your cooking quarters." Big Ed said in an agreement which surprised me because I don't think I ever heard the big guy speak up before, not until now that is.
Duncan shot Big Ed a dirty look and then turned his attention back to Chef as we all waited for his response.
"Sorry, but the bidding is closed and you get Steve. Better luck next time kids." Chef concluded with an evil laugh and a wave of his hand he turned and exited the doorway.
I could already tell that this was going to be a very long night with our starting point being at 7 pm, and with all the complaining and protesting from Mal and Duncan whereas Big Ed just shrugged his massive shoulders and went after it like it was really no big deal. It took everything I had not to bust a gut seeing that big guy slap on a pair of rubber cleaning gloves and picking up a dish scrubber, but I did grin like an idiot for the next couple of minutes thinking about it. Steve never left his post in front of the double doors barring our only means of escape, and from the looks of clear displeasure from Mal as his one visible eye twitched, I'd say he wasn't too happy with this arrangement. Duncan, on the other hand, sighed with defeat as he took a seat at the only table in the room and pulled out his pocket knife and started on his work without any further word of complaint at this point. Mal after several more seconds of eyeballing Steve icily, growled aggressively as he stomped over to the only other empty chair that was left which was opposite to Duncan's as he too pulled out a pocket knife and started whittling away. Potato peelings were starting to litter the floor all around him as if it was becoming evident that he wasn't even trying to aim for the waste bins. I'm not going to lie when I say this, but seeing Mal trapped inside a kitchen being forced to do chores of that of a busboy...and his arch enemy guarding the door so he couldn't get out of it was made of pure awesome. I did my best not to snort with laughter as I bit my bottom lip to contain myself from further silliness and decisively turned my attention back to what Chef had Bailey and me doing.
Bailey gave me questionable look which I answered by telling her what I was thinking as I pulled out a knife from one of drawers connected to the kitchen counters as I started helping her cut up the produce.
She shook her head as she half smiled and said, "It's funny, but at the same time to me it's not because of how cruel and dangerous he gets when things don't go his way," She paused a moment as she then commented in a more serious tone, "You really shouldn't piss him off. Mal's like a loose cannon ready to blow. Don't strike the match. Trust me, I know."
I nodded my head in agreement to her statement because I positively knew where Bailey was going when she said that, but at the same time Mal has actually only harmed me in a few times I've been here through the first time being "the knife incident" when I accidentally came across his personal records on my bed. Aside from that time well...I'm not going to go into "the glass-shard in my foot story" again because that was painful enough in itself. Not fond memories. Trust me. Okay, so maybe Mal did hurt me a few times, but that still isn't going to scare me into backing down and not fighting back with all I got because believe it or not I am. Bailey seemed really quiet like something was bothering her and eating away at her mind, so being the little-lovable nudger that I am, I poked her and tried to pry open her shell to get her to talk about it. She made a warily quick side-glance into Mal's direction before meeting my gaze and I soon knew why I had forgotten that she according to Duncan and Zoey was Mal's first victim. His first slave girl. Now that I thought back on it, Mal never did say a whole lot about the stuff he did with them, not that I wanted to know and I didn't, but it did make me curious considering how much detail he enjoys going on about doing certain things. I do remember him mentioning that he did let me get away with far too many things that he would have punished his other slave girls for in a heartbeat if they tried those things like hitting him, sassing him, throwing things at him, and the list goes on, but still...it left me wondering just what horrible things he did to make Bailey and Zoey so afraid of just his mere presence.
After Bailey made sure Mal wasn't tuning in on our conversation, she starting describing some of the horrors she experienced with him from her first time in juvie and the things she told me made my skin crawl and made me very thankful that he never did try any of those things on me, but only left me wondering why he hasn't yet. The fact that she said he tried to convince her that she would love the feel of pain and then started onto other things sensual that he did, in fact, tried to do with me, but I always did my best to resist and escape even though it didn't always work. Then came the worse part yet, as she described the night in the spa hotel on Total Drama tv show where she hesitantly explained in a hushed tone of voice where he took full advantage of her and made Zoey watch helplessly the entire time it took place. I was beginning to dread this marriage thing more and more after every little detail that Bailey was filling me in with. I was really marrying a monster. A real creep as I beginning to catch onto what she was saying when she referred to him as such which funny enough I never thought of because I had always seen him as a heartless jerk.
She started listing off things that I should look out for when it came down to it, things like being careful about accepting food or drinks from him that may have a greenish-herb like substance in it, don't fall for the sensations he tries to give you when he well...uh...yeah..., and couple of other things as well. The one that really caught my attention the most (aside from the greenish-herb stuff that made me shudder just thinking about it) was the one she said that she fell right into and should have known better, but fell for it anyways which ended her with a broken wrist in the end. And that was never agreed to have some real fun with him because his idea of fun was lethal. I laughed nervously considering that I did go and have some real fun as he called it with him just recently four days ago...well right before he got shot and the whole hospital incident, but the thing was he didn't hurt me or break anything.
Bailey gave me an odd look and so I explained the situation as I continued working out slices with the tomatoes I was cutting away at as she just stopped what she was doing and looked at me with wide eyes and exclaimed in low pitch voice, "I knew that was you I saw with Mal on that bike! What the heck were you two doing out of juvie anyways? Zoey never said why now that I think back on it."
"Really? That's weird because I was beginning to wonder if that was you too when Mal wouldn't tell who was on the other bike. As for why we were out of juvie that night well...that's kind of a complicated story." I explained in the same tone of voice as I accepted Bailey's finished bowl of chopped cucumbers she handed me and placed them to the side to make more room for prepping.
I quickly summed up the events of that night my grandfather had came to collect Mal and I so we could have a family get to gather which in the end turned into a disaster and minis mentioning the scene in the park because I still wasn't all too sure what that was all about and/or why Mal sudden came onto me like that. I still feel like he was trying to get me to admit something that night with his bizarre antics he chose to use on me, but what...I don't know and so it still bothers me when I think about it. I'd be crazy if I went up to him and straight out asked him and expect him not to try it again and end up in the same position twice, so that was definitely out of the question. As I came back out my thoughts and regarded Bailey out of the corner of my eye as she seemed to digest my words and take in account the events of that night with a thoughtful look on her face. She looked astonished when I explained to her how Mal had leaped in front of the bullet that almost claimed my life. The only reason I knew this was because the doctor had us describe the position in which the bullet was fired and according to him if Mal had not intercepted it like he did, it would have been a head wound that I could have never walked away from alive. I was truly lucky that Mal took his word seriously about keeping me safe from harm even though I still couldn't believe that he was actually going to stick by it.
About an hour later when all worries were at the back of my head as I giggled and joked with Bailey as we started to cut up while we worked on our last batch of apple pie when I then realized I needed a measuring cup to assess the right amount of sliced apples to put in the pie I was currently working on. I opened the cabinet and saw my prize, but then frowned because it was way out my reach.
Curses my short people problems. I thought to myself as I looked around the room for someone to help me.
Bailey was like a few inches (if that was possible) shorter than me, Big Ed was up to his elbows in cleaning, Duncan had got up and was on the other side of the room emptying his potato shavings, which left me with only two options: Steve or Mal. I cringed at the thought of Steve anywhere near me (even though you'd think by now I'd be more afraid of Mal than him, but ironically enough no...I actually felt less skittsh around Mal than Steve) and Mal...does it have to be him?
Inwardly I groan to myself as I looked over in his direction for the first time since we were forced into doing this by Chef and noticed that he was halfway through his last bag with the same scowling expression on his face as we first entered the kitchen quarters. It almost made me want to feel bad for him, but I mentally slapped myself as a reminder that he is the last person I should be trying to take pity on considering all the cruel stunts he's pulled today. I sighed raggedly as I mentally made myself work up the nerve and ask him, and I did, but it was like he didn't even hear me even though I knew he had to because Bailey raised an eyebrow at me nervously.
So he was ignoring me, was he?
I asked one more time and actually got a reply this time, but not the answer I was hoping for.
Without looking up from his work he icily replied as he snapped at me, "Get it yourself!"
If it had not been for the good mood I was in, I would have snapped back at him, but instead of doing just that I had gotten an idea which I knew was foolproof as I bit my bottom lip again to keep from giggling out loud.
In a cheerfully-girly voice, I called over my shoulder without even looking as I say, "Oh Steve, could you get this cup down for me? I seem to be too short to reach it, and you're well...really tall..."
I didn't need to turn around to know who was storming their way towards me as an aggravated Mal hovers over from behind me as he reaches up with god-like speed while slamming open the cupboard the rest of the way open and snatches out the said cup and practically slams it down on the countertop beside Bailey and me.
He narrows his eyes at me as he leans into my personal space with a look that was meant to kill as he hissed dangerously as me, "Here's your cup princess," He leans in even further as I felt his breath on my ear which I tried not to shiver from the closeness of it as he whispers in the same annoyed tone, "Next time you pull a little stunt like this one, I won't be playing Mr. Nice Guy. Don't try it again."
I pushed Mal away and in the same tone of voice as earlier with the sweetest smile I could counter to his grumpy attitude I said, "Gee...thanks hot stuff!"
He blinked with a startled look on his face as he clearly wasn't expecting that kind of response from me and even looked a little flushed for a second due to my spontaneous behavior as I winked at him and pecked him lightly on the cheek and turned back around as though this was a completely normal reaction between Mal and myself. I could tell that Mal was still standing there with his mouth hanging halfway open, but he soon quickly sobered up, with nothing else left to be said he took off back to his seat and continued as though he had never left his perch. I carefully looked to the other side of the room where I could tell Steve enjoyed our little show to the fullest. That guy is a real creep. It was creepy how he has not spoken a single word or even so much as taunted Mal once for having to be forced to serve his time in the kitchen for this entire time. It was like he was simply enjoying watching Mal slowly simmer over his work. I got the feeling that he was onto something and was so biding his time until his moment of truth would be exposed. Nonetheless, I decided to just focus on the task at hand as I took up the cup and did the rest. I looked over and saw that Bailey was staring at me like I had finally lost it.
"Are you crazy?!," Bailey spouted with fear evident in her tone of voice as she continued, "Do you have a death wish in mind?! And you kissed him again on top of that?!"
I smirked triumphantly with the said cup in hand as I only speak loudly enough for her to hear, "It got me what I wanted, didn't it? Besides I'm not finished making him work for his prize."
Bailey laughed nervously and shook her head in disbelief at me while adding the last finishing touches to her pie before getting ready to stick it in the oven to bake.
If it wasn't for the list of recipes left out by some of the other members of staff, I'm pretty sure both Bailey and myself would be lost in this whole mess. A thought a suddenly crossed my mind as I recalled some of the things Bailey mentioned to me about her history with Mal, and that was how did she overcome be addicted to Mal's touch?...There had to be some way to fight it because she did and won in the end...I was scared to ask but had to know so I made a quick peek in Mal's direction to make sure the coast was clear before I did and it was, I then took charge of that opportunity and spilled my inner thoughts on the subject to her.
She regarded me for a moment as she worked on her last pie with a look of uncertainty in her eyes as though she was trying to decide if it was wise to share that information with me, but then with a sag of her shoulders like it was a pretty big burden in itself just releasing the words, she said, "Duncan was my cure, and for Zoey it was Mike. Because of them, we were able to get the same thing, but it was better expressed through love, not lust which Mal trying to force down on us into carving. By finding someone who cares and respects you and in the bedroom, we were able to get wiped clean of Mal's drugged touch."
I quietly listened and absorbed every word like a sponge as I was determined to get free and not hooked on Mal too, even though I was more than certain that I had some sort of attachment to him that I couldn't quite name yet. I wasn't sure if it was love or lust, and it bothered me like there was no tomorrow. If it was lust...that would be great because like she mentioned, all I had to do was find me a guy that I would like and he, in returned felt likewise the same, but if it was love...I was undoubtedly screwed. That last thought made me start to think about things that have been happening between Mal and me, things that were getting pretty awkward between us and I didn't fully understand it either. I didn't have long with my thoughts because Bailey had started talking to me again and I missed what she said, so she repeated it.
"Was there something you wanted to ask me about that particular subject? I figured that" She said with a concerned look on her features as she continued, "that was why you ask me."
I bit my lip again like the trillionth time today as I scrunched my eyebrows together and thought about how I was going to say this because I couldn't even admit this to myself let alone try to explain it to Bailey, but I thought here it goes as I self-consciously stammer out, "I'd...I'd die if he ever found out, but I think I might actually have the hots for Mal," I quickly added after I said that, "Please don't tell him I said that! I'm scared to know what he'd do with me if he thought I liked him."
Before Bailey could even react to my innermost confessions and embarrassing thoughts, Elliot had somehow walked in past Steve and was standing right beside Bailey and I as he stuttered nervously and announced that it was 10 pm and that we needed to quickly wrap it up. He said that those were the words of Chris and Chef because it was way past lockdown hours and everyone was already supposed to be in bed by this time. I don't know how long he had been standing there behind us, but I hoped and prayed he didn't hear any of that because if he did and it got around juvie, I would be ready to go into hiding permanently. I could never live that down especially if Mal found out.
After Elliot made his brief announcement, he gave uneasy glances from Steve to Mal and then made a speedy departure out the double doors, but not before I noticed that Steve whispered something in his ear before dismissing him. He clearly lived in fear of both them, Mal I could understand, but Steve...I wasn't so sure why.
As soon as order was restored back into the room, Bailey gave me a mixture of looks from horror to incredulity to sympathy to shock as she stopped what she was doing and just stared at me opened mouth as I laughed very nervously as she hissed at me, "You can't be serious?! How Roxanne?! How?!"
I gulped and anxiously replied, "I don't know Bailey...it's so complicated. I don't even know when I first realized it anymore."
She stood there frozen in place staring at me like I was crazy.
After I finished that statement I noticed that the room was more quiet than usual and before I could look to find out why Mal suddenly appeared behind us and commented in a low annoyed voice, "Less talking, more working ladies or should I separate one of you?"
We both jolted from the sudden invasion of our private conversation. I spun around on my heel and pointed my cleaver at Mal and irritably hissed at him, "Don't sneak up on somebody when they using a knife you idiot," He raised an eyebrow at me as he regarded me like I was the idiot as I continued to vent my frustration out on him, "And don't tell me what to do!"
Bailey by then was practically hugged the wall in the cabinet in the corner with her knife also still in hand as she did everything she could to avoid any further contact physical or not, with Mal as she looked like she had just seen a ghost or a demon or maybe both.
Mal looked from a very startled Bailey back to me as I narrow my eyes at him and never lowering my knife the entire time as I waited to see what he wanted. I really, really hoped he didn't hear any of what we were talking about because the thought of him finding that out made me too sick to think. Faster than anticipated, he grabbed my wrist up that was holding the blade and forced me to release my grip on it with this moody and very serious look on his face as his eyes never blinked or even left mine the entire time.
His sudden movement made me gasp from fright as he pries the blade out of my hand and placed it on the counter and leaned his face close to my ear and whispered, "Don't leave out of this room alone. Not even to go to the meat cooler," It was like Mal could read my mind when I was about to ask him why as he pointed me into Steve's direction using his eyes and then said, "That's why."
I swallowed nervously as I nodded my head as he backed away and retook his seat at the table peeling produced potatoes, I stood there a little shook up and taken back though not just by Mal's sudden act to pry my knife from me, but by the fact that Mal pretty much pointed out that Steve was watching Bailey and myself harder than I realized. With that in mind, I was starting to grow worried that he would figure out that she was in fact not a 'he' before this night was even over, and that was the last thing she needed right now. As nonchalantly as possible I relayed Mal's message to Bailey and she nodded her head woodenly as we both kept that thought in mind as we did our best to hurry and finish our job. The sooner we got done meant the sooner we could leave this eerie kitchen, but on the plus side, we did have three other guys here to keep an eye out for that creep that was ironically enough supposed to be the one watching us for other reasonings. Not ones that involved stalking.
I was almost done with my last pie as I was nearly caught up with Bailey when I felt something bounce off the back of my leg, I almost jumped with surprise as I turned around and looked down to find that it was a potato that was the perpetrator. As I was reaching down to pick it up, I glance over to see who threw it, and somehow I expected this from Duncan seeing as how he's quite the prankster from time to time, but I should have known better when mine and Mal's eyes locked. He indicated with his finger for me to come here and I raised an eyebrow as I picked up the vegetable and stood up as I firmly placing my hands on my hips in protest. He glowered at me and by then even Bailey noticed that something was up as she looked from Mal back to me.
I huffed and said, "What do you want? Just say it already. Stop acting like a child."
"Just come here." He moodily replied as he tapped his blade against his pants' leg with impatience.
I rolled my eyes in exasperation as I balled up my hand with the half-peeled potato and marched over to see what he wanted now.
As soon as I stood right in front of him I noticed that Steve was nowhere to be found and that unnerved me as my eyes landed back onto Mal's as his tone took on a serious vibe as he said, "That peon is up to something, so pull up a chair and get to peeling, "He pointed his knife at me and added, "And no complaining. I don't want to hear it."
I pursed my lower lip out in protest, but before I could comment Duncan actually took Mal's side with just as much seriousness in his voice as he said, "I'd listen to him for once Red," Duncan scanned the doors as he added, "Steve's been gone for quite a while now."
I looked nervously back at Bailey in concern for her safety as well. If Steve was about to start something, then I knew I'd be fine because of Mal, but Duncan could only do so much against a muscled-thug like him. I sighed as I placed Mal's half-finished potato on the table beside and walked over to one corner of the room and returned with a broom as Mal eyeballed me with annoyance as he watched me clean up the potato peelings that were still carelessly dropped all around him.
"That doesn't look like a potato, Roxanne!" Mal growled at me as he tossed the next finished one in a bucket close to by.
"That's because it's not Mal, " I snapped back at him as tightened my hold on the broom and added, "And quite frankly I'm this close to beating you with it!"
"Guys...this is not a good time to start fighting," Duncan said as he looked nervously from Mal to me.
We both glared at Duncan as Big Ed came back from the dishes as he pulled off the rubber gloves and said, "Pete just texted me and said that Steve is headed back this way, but brought some company with him. He said he's been trying to page us over the walkie for some time now, but I forgot to turn mine back on since we turned our off to keep from having them confiscated by Chef."
Mal swore as he pulled out his walkie and turned it on as he said, "How many?"
Pete quickly replied over the walkie and grimly said, "About fifteen to twenty of them heading your way. They'll be there in less than five minutes. You want me to send back up?"
"Yes do that, and make it the usual," Mal replied with indifference before putting his walkie in his back pocket.
He stood up and looked at Big Ed in the eye as he gave out his order, "Stay here and make sure none of them get past the double doors," His tone turned mischievous and dark as he headed towards to door with a smirk plastered on his face as he concluded, "I'll take care of the rest myself."
I wanted to stop him, but at the same time if he didn't go...who would stop Steve and his creeps from invading the kitchen and taking over? I still can't believe Chef would pick that creep out of everyone in this whole facility to be in charge of us. He should have known that something like this was bound to happen or did he know and just wanted to see how we would handle it? Either way, we were going to be in deep if they weren't dealt with soon.
Before he walked out he turned to the rest of us in a monotone laced with sarcasm as he said, "Just keep doing what you're doing and you'll all be just fine," He then turns and looks at me with this dangerous, but serious look as he points at me and adds, "And don't you dare leave this room and follow me. I mean it this time."
Again I wanted to fight back and argue, but I just swallowed that impulse and rigidly nodded my head as he looks at me a moment longer to see if I truly got the message and then without another word he turned on his heel and left out the double doors.
Bailey's Pov:
Right after Mal left the big guy called Big Ed took overwatch by the double doors while the rest of us tried to remain calm and finish up so we could leave. By now all pies were done except for the last one Roxanne had been working on before Mal had interrupted her progress with his odd way of grabbing her attention...with a potato? Regardless I quickly took over and had it in the oven in less than five minutes as I rounded up the last of the remaining dishes and offered to get them cleaned and out of the way, but Roxanne said she'd do it, so I wasn't one to argue when it came to dishes duty and someone was willing to take it. She soon disappeared around the corner to where Big Ed had been cleaning his share of dishes, I took up my share as I wiped down the countertops and put all the spices and other cooking supplies away as Duncan cleaned and washed down the last batch of potatoes and refrigerated them for the kitchen staff tomorrow. By then we could all hear far off shouting and swearing, some of it sounded like it was getting closer, but none of it ever entered the kitchen doors.
Duncan noticed my uneasy glances towards the only entrance and exit that we have and came up to me and pulled me into a hug while saying, "Hey, things are going to be alright. If there is one thing that I do know and that is Mal's not gonna let anyone get past those doors, he's too possessive of Red in there," He said as he tried to calm my jittery nerves as he placed a kiss on my brow and added, "He'll kill anybody if they touch her, and believe it or not, I'd do the same for you too and plus some other things."
"Wow," I commented with surprise and giggled at his last set of words as I wrapped my arms around his waist and whispered in his ear, "That's probably one of the most romantic things I've ever heard you say, tough guy."
I looked up to see him blushing down at me as he rubs the back of his head in embarrassment and makes sure that nobody else was looking as he fumbles with himself in mutters out loud only for my ears, "Well...I know I never go into too much detail about how I feel about you because I know that you already know, but you are my number one priority, Diamond. I'd do just about anything for you."
I squeezed him tighter for just a moment longer as our hug quickly came to an end, I reached up cupping his face as I kissed him and said, "I know and that's why you'll always be my big lug. But this place is just...crazy."
I felt safe enough to leave my hoodie down for the time being seeing as that Big Ed already knew my secret but was kind enough to keep it for me, he didn't seem like the type that talked much anyways from his silent stature. I think he just might be the only sane and less creepy one out of Mal's bunch oddly enough, but he still had to follow Mal's order to the boot or suffer for it. I couldn't fathom the life as one of Mal's goons, being a slave was more than enough for me and I had no plans on going back to that lifestyle. Suddenly Big Ed spoke and I never took him as one for small talk as his eyes never stopped scanning the hallways through the plastic-like clear windows in the double doors that were framed at the top of them.
He quietly commented, "This place has always been like that. I would know because I was here before Mal and Duncan got here. And with Mal, it's only gotten worse, especially with the two former show hosts as the head honchos here."
"I can believe that." I sighed with resolve as I folded my arms and made up my mind to keep myself more alert now with those thoughts in mind and added to it, "But what I can't believe is that there is someone nutty enough to keep taking on Mal after seeing for themselves just how psycho he can go."
"You mean Steve?" Duncan stated as he took a seat at the table and I followed pursuit too considering that I didn't know how long this was going to take.
By now everything was done, except for what little bit Roxanne was wrapping up in the washroom, so here we all were sitting and waiting like ducks in a pond. I even removed Roxanne's last pie from the oven and left it to cool on the counter before wrapping it up and putting it away with the rest.
I nodded my head to Duncan's question and said, "Just why is he so bent on pestering Mal. I mean come on, Mal should be the last person he'd want to lock horns with. The guy is either brave or stupid or both."
Duncan honestly didn't know himself as he stated and shrugged his shoulders and claimed that there was various of rumors throughout juvie as to why Steve continued to be a thorn in Mal's side, but I, myself and Duncan soon got our answer from Big Ed. I mean of course, he would know, he works for Mal...
"Long story short," He said in a more serious tone as he took his eyes off the window for a brief moment and looked at us as he said, "Mal stole Steve's role as the juvie king and that really pissed Steve off. He's been fighting him trying to reclaim his title since."
I don't know why, but I found the rules in this juvie rather interesting, so I went on to ask, "How can Steve reclaim it though? He just can't walk up to Mal and demand him to step down, so how's that work?"
That's where Duncan intervened as he thoughtfully added, "I've heard the only way that that's possible is if they have a face off with one another which is probably why they fight so much."
"It is," Big Ed said as he returned his attention back to the window, but continued talking to us, "If you want to be the one in charge here, you have to be the toughest, and the cruelest one here. That and you have to win in a fight against the juvie king, Mal to claim it."
That was a lot to take in. So it would seem that after Total Drama-All-Stars and from the strange scientific surgery that Mike and the other underwent that Mal had kept himself rather busy and was never without entertainment this entire time. It made sense considering how he's not happy unless he's the one behind all the power, and it also made sense now after Mal's comment tonight regarding him refusing to tell Roxanne about his true feelings. The creep actually did care about her safety, and I was almost floored by it. Mal clearly stole something precious from Steve and now if Steve found out how precious Roxanne really was to Mal...Mal would be the one screwed this time, but surely Mal could take care of it. I mean if he wanted to he could permanently put Steve in the hospital to solve the problem altogether, or maybe he's tried that and Steve is actually stronger than he lets on, but if that's the case then how is Mal able to take him down so easily like I and the others have seen today? Maybe Steve has grown stronger since the time Mal defeated him when he first arrived here in juvie? Or maybe Mal is growing weaker? Maybe Zoey and Mike are right, could Roxanne be affecting Mal this bad that he's slowly slipping from his natural evil ways? He does hurt her less than he did with Zoey and me. I saw him do things today that I know for a fact that he'd never for anyone in a million years, but he did. My internal gears were slowly turning and ideas along with thoughts were all buzzing in my head from former conversations with Mal from my past to now to things Roxanne has told me to things I've just witness and acts I've seen Mal put in action and comparing them to the ones now...
Maybe he was losing his grip. Maybe having a body of his own and not just be an evil personality anymore wasn't going to cut it. He was slowly learning what it meant to be your own person and the responsibilities and the various outcomes that go with it. He probably never noticed any of the changes until he met Roxanne, and I bet that has turned his world-upside-down especially after making numerous attempts to pull her down like he did to me. I was proud to say that she had the guts to fight back and keep on fighting him because if this was me I'm pretty certain I wouldn't have lasted this long. Which has left me wondering since Mal stated that they slept together, does that mean that he's stolen her innocence like he did with Zoey's too? Or has she managed to fight him off somehow? If she has, I'd be impressed because any normal girl under these circumstances wouldn't have been able to, given to how tricky his true nature is.
I didn't realize it because I was so deep in my thoughts, but Big Ed and Duncan had been talking and Duncan spoke up and said something to me, but I only caught half of it. Something along the lines of Mal buzzing Big Ed and saying it was all clear and we could leave now. I heaved out a heavy sigh of relief and so did Duncan as we both got up to leave, I was about to go tell Roxanne the good news. She sure was taking her time with those dishes now that I thought about it, but Big Ed stopped me and said he'd let her know since Mal was coming back. I caught onto what he meant. Mal would be mad if he didn't escort his girl to her quarters, if not his. I rolled my eyes, but not at Big Ed just Mal's over-sized ego which really needed deflating some. I, to be honest, didn't like the idea and from the looks Duncan gave as well, he didn't seem too fetch for it either, but with it being Mal there really wasn't much we could do, so we both thanked Big Ed for keeping us safe and carefully peered out the exit doors and left as we saw that the halls were cleared.
Roxanne's Pov:
Don't ask me how, but I never was that good at cleaning dishes. At least not without wearing half of the dish soap and the water from the sink. Not sure why, but I guess after all of the events leading up to now that I just wanted some alone time to think to myself. I was so annoyed with myself as I took out a dry kitchen cloth and tried to dry off the soapy residue the best that I could. I had noticed a few extra stacks of dishes that were pushed back into one of the corners. I doubted that Big Ed did that, but somebody else that usually runs this room more than likely did it because they probably wanted to get out of cleaning their share, or maybe they simply ran out of room or even time I guess. I wouldn't be surprised considering how many dirty ones that were piled up when Big Ed first started tackling this area. By then I noticed that everything and everyone grew really quiet. So-called out to everyone but got no reply. I found that odd, so I walked into the other room and eerily enough all the lights were out and then the lights from the washroom just went out as well. There was no sign of Bailey, Duncan, or even Big Ed. I was starting to get worried. Did Mal take care of Steve and his goons by now? If he did, then why wasn't he came back to get me? Did something happen? Is this a prank the others are playing on me?
I deduced the last lingering thought in my head. I narrowed my eyes in annoyance. It was really too late at night for these games. I called out everyone's names again as I carefully made my way around the room trying to find the light switch with little luck, when I did I noticed it wasn't working.
Okay, I'm just going to say this I know Bailey isn't the type to play this kind of prank on somebody. I don't know how I know that, but I just get the vibe that she wouldn't do that. Big Ed was more mature than that, I could tell by his personality. So that left me with Duncan. I sighed. Yeah...I could see him doing something as childish as this.
"Duncan, if you're doing this," I said with annoyance clearly heard in my voice as I started moving around in the dark again trying to find some light as I continued on to say, "You can stop now. You've had your fun for the night."
Still no reply.
At this point, I was starting to get the creeps as I did my best not to bump into anything as I carefully made my way around. I finally found some source of light and believe it or not, it had to be from the creepiest spot in the kitchen. The meat cooler. Someone left the door open and a small amount of light was pouring out into the open room. I swallowed uneasily as I nervously made my way towards it even though after watching several horror movies I knew better than to go in there or to be calling out to the others in the first place, but this wasn't a scary movie. Nothing bad was going to happen, right?...
I really hated how quiet the room had got as I stopped in front of the open meat cooler door which now as I take a closer examination, somebody had propped it open with one of the chairs from the table behind me. Just as I noticed this, a loud thudding sound went off inside the cooler that echoed all around both rooms like something either fell or was kicked across the room. I instantly jumped at the sound as my heart froze over and I loudly gasped letting out a small squeak of terror and spun around to see just how alone I was in here because I was now certain I wasn't.
But no one was there.
I took several deep breaths and made myself go into the cooler to find out what fell and hopefully find out that it was just Duncan messing with me. I mean if it wasn't Duncan, or Bailey and Big Ed, then who was it?
I carefully stepped into the light that poured out on the floor to the opening to the meat cooler door and cautiously made my way inside. I instantly grabbed my shoulders and started rubbing them.
Good gosh it was cold in here... I thought as I looked around the creepy meat icebox as I took in everything around me. There was quite a number of huge chunks of meat hanging on chains in several spots in the room. Hooks, chains, etc. on one of the tables where they probably cut the meat and some hanging up on the wall nearby. It was like a serial killer's dream workshop. I really didn't need to be thinking like that right now as I mentally scowled myself. I still didn't see what the source of that noise was. Maybe it was just a rat or something that knocked a can over or something. That thought wasn't too much better, but between a rat and a serial killer. I'd take the rat any day.
And then suddenly I felt a rush of warm air as a figure swooped in from behind me, I closed my eyes in panic as I felt my pulse skyrocketing and I let out a blood-curdling scream...
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