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The only character I own here is Hunter, the rest of the people portrayed belong to Disney Channel and the Descendants franchise.

His footsteps barely sounded against the surface of the rooftop he was walking on. The cloudy sky above his head threatened him with the biggest storm of his life but, of course, that oncoming storm never came, the sky was like that since he could remember, still, he didn't know why.

"I'll laugh if you fall," called a voice from the ground "and I hope you do."

He peered over the edge of the roof, looking down at the girl who was looking at him, her arms crossed over her chest while leaning on the side of her father's ship.

"As nice as always, Harriet. You're up early," he said, using a pipe to get down, jumping the last few meters to the ground and getting close to Harriet Hook, daughter of the infamous Captain Hook who was now forced to live on his stranded ship. Surely the Jolly Roger had seen better days but, at least, it was ready to sail if the tide allow it and the barrier fall down.

"Of course I am, you moron." She sighed, putting a black lock of her hair behind her ear and extended her hand to him. "Give it back. Now. I know you were the one onboard a few minutes ago."

"What are you talking about?" he shrugged, looking at her like she was crazy.

"My father's compass. Why would you want it anyway?"

"I was going to sell it and buy you a nice gift," said him, taking the compass from one of his many pockets in his leather jacket and putting it in her hand. She closed her hand around it with a smile of victory.

"You always do that with all of your…" she looked at him without exactly knowing how to say it. After all, they didn't date on the Island of the Lost, "relationships?"

He shook his head. "No, I don't. You're the only one I'm mildly interested in keeping by my side."

She snorted. "Yeah, sure. I bet you said things like that to Ginny or Anthony but still I didn't saw you stealing anything of their property, less of Mother Gothel or Lady Tremaine."

"Well, Anthony was a one night thing and I needed a favor from Ginny, you know how it works for me," he rummaged through his pockets and pick two things, one with either hand and showed them to her. "There you go, the fob watch is Anthony's and the hairbrush I was planning to give to you is from the Gothel's Tower, I don't really know if it is Ginny's or not"

"I don't think I want it, Hunter, not after what you've just said."

"You're turning into a prissy princess. I bet your daddy loves that." She shot him a nasty look.

"Say that again and I swear I'll make you walk the plank," he waved a dismissive hand looking at the watch on his hand now.

"I have to go, Diego and I have a meeting with the band and I'm late."

"As always. How's the Bad Apples going?"

He pocketed his belongings again. "Since Mal's party we are having a few gigs, people are interested in us and Diego's cousin owed us a favor so he fixed all of our equipment. That Carlos guy could build a guitar from spare pieces and so he did. Well, see you, Harriet, don't tell your father I was here or he'll kill us both," Hunter winked at her before running again to the pipe, climbing to the rooftop he was more than used to be on.

Running and jumping from rooftop to roofs to rooftops again was the most exciting thing he could do on the Island, the lesser one having to go to classes- as if villains needed that! Years before, when he was seven, Hunter started to pickpocket things from people or stealing them from the stalls or shops in the market but by now, being the seventeen years old he was, it didn't even made his heart beat a little faster, it was now another part of his life but he could swear than being on the roofs and rooftops of the buildings was always exciting, you miss one step, you fall, it was easy to understand.

Finally, Hunter arrived to the spot the group always used as a meeting point but Diego De Vil were nowhere to be found. He leaned against the wall, looking at the fob watch to be sure that it wasn't broken and he was very late or worse, early, but it worked perfectly so it was Diego's fault, as always. From somewhere Hunter started to listen to the sound of a crowd excitedly talking so he had to be there sooner than later, who knows how many stolen coins was he missing for just being there, leaning against a wall?

He had trouble getting to the source of the sound, being accustomed to run on roofs and rooftops instead of the ground but, when he collided with a mass of people he knew something amazing was happening, like, the possibility of stealing all the coins of all the pockets he could while everyone were distracted.

Slowly he made his way to the front, pickpocketing every coin he could on his way, colliding with persons that he knew were basically screaming to have his pockets stolen by him. It was funny that the criminals in Auradon ended on the Island for shorts periods of time, his job was so easy when he didn't have to steal from Ursula's Fish and Chips' shop or a distracted Dr. Facilier when walking around the school. Basically he lived thank to these so called criminals by King Beast and he knew for sure they preferred to have their coins stolen than their belongings, who knew sentimental value could made someone beg for him to take the coins in exchange of a certain object Hunter found on the streets? Of course, he just chose to steal coins because it was easier like that, he didn't have to sell anything nor explain shopkeepers where did he get this or that.

Hunter collided with a tall, skinny guy who laughed at his dumbfounded face.

"You're late, Hunter," told the guy, using a hand to touch his black-and-white Mohawk like checking if it was still there after the collision.

"Do you find it strange?" Asked Hunter to his best friend, Diego De Vil.

Diego laughed, putting an arm around his shoulders, "Certainly not, you're always late, but today you were particularly late."

"Harriet found out about me sneaking on her father's ship"

"So, you don't have my compass?" asked Diego, looking at him while retreating his arm. "You know, I was really going to pay you for it don't you."

"Why do you want a compass, anyway?"

"That, my friend, is something you don't have to know yet. Come on, let's go, we can talk while walking, can't we?" The black-and-white haired boy started to walk on the opposite direction of the crowd. "I thought you were… in good terms with her? Why couldn't you just convince her to let you go with it?"

"I think she's still mad or angry or hurt or whatever she is for my little moment with Anthony," Hunter picked a wooden staff from the ground and wave it in the air.

"Yeah, the one I interrupted," laughed the other boy. "But you know, she's a girl they all are a little bit his-" his speech was cut short when Hunter hit him in the head with the rotten staff which broke immediately, sending splinters everywhere.

"Her gender does not define her personality, or are you just a jerk because you are a boy?"

Diego shook his head, not denying Hunter's words but to get rid of the splinters in his head. "Well, I definitely am one, but I don't think it has nothing to do with me being a boy so you have a point here."

"Now that that it's clear, what was happening back there?" Hunter jumped over a box, using it to reach for a metal ladder on the wall of a building. Diego followed suit.

"Four children of our villains has been chosen to go to Auradon to study there or something like that."

Hunter reached a window and went inside the room that nobody were currently using except for him, Diego and the other two guys on the band to get to their second meeting point –suggested by him-, the rooftop of the building. The smell was nauseating but they were accustomed to that, in the apartment they shared –more like were occupying against its owner desires- the smell was the same or even worse if the goblins were making coffee. He opened the door to the rooftop and walked to the edge, sitting there as he usually did.

"Who are the lucky ones?" asked Hunter mockingly.

"Mal, Evie, Jay and my little cousin, Carlos." Diego started pacing on the rooftop, not being a big fan of heights but keeping it to himself because everybody on the island knew that fear and love were just weaknesses.

"Why they?" Now he just sounded curious. It was really interesting why these four could leave the Isle of the Lost while he was stuck there.

"I don't know. Rumors say that the offspring of Beast" Diego mockingly bowed to a big ad of the King of the United States of Auradon, "and Belle has made a proclamation so we, the children of the villains, can go to Auradon. I heard something about them being the ones who need to be helped the most, but it's not from a reliable source."

"Of course it can't be that," Hunter looked at the horizon where the skyline of Auradon stood against a clear blue sky. "If that were the reason, I should be going to Auradon. Who needs more help than an orphan boy? I mean, even a woman without heart kept her child by her side, why couldn't my parents do that? I think they are the real villains here and therefore I am in clearly need of help."

Diego got closer to him without getting anywhere near of the edge. "You're just saying that because you want to get out of here, aren't you?"

Hunter laughed, "Yeah, you got me."

"I was starting to get worried, you've never used the 'orphan card' before."

"That's because I don't mind being one. I'm perfectly capable of living by myself and I don't have to give explanations to anyone, all perks."

"Well, you do have to give explanations to your girlfriend." Diego stood up, walking far from the edge not just because his fear of heights but because he knew Hunter could hit him after what he just said.

"She is not my girlfriend," Hunter stood up too, looking at his friend who was retreating to the door, this time just wanting to go home because the other two member apparently grow tired of waiting for them. "I'm not ready to make that kind of commitment to anyone. And, you know, she would be just a weakness, I'm not sure if I want that either. And well, none of us knows how love feels like because nobody gave it to us so she may be just the object of my desires instead of the object of my affections," he passed a hand through his hair. "Dude, that was weird, don't make me say it again. Let's go home"

Diego opened the door, going through it first and closing it in Hunter's face before talking again. "You know, she may not be the object of your affection but I'm sure you are her weakness."

"And you're just saying that to mess with me."

The singer of the Bad Apples shook his head, "This time I'm not. Just trying to return the favor."

"Which one?"

"The new jacket you gave me."

"Yeah, that one was expensive. Next time let me choose how I want to expend my favors, thank you. Anyhow, how is that considered returning a favor?"

Diego shrugged. "I don't know. But it's a piece of valuable information. You can use it to get something, saying, my compass?"

"Get over your compass, I'll get you one, but you have to cook for a week, this time I'm calling before the favor."

"Sure. Not today though, my father wants to see me again for whatever reason he needs."

"Your last visit had to be interesting, after it you just asked me for a compass and keep bugging me with it."

"Not this one, with Carlos gone I think my aunt is going to be there too and that is the exact opposite of interesting, trust me."

"I'm the liar here," admitted Hunter proudly. "Greet the old Cecil."

"Yeah, yeah, I will, go back to your rooftops, monkey," said Diego before disappearing through the same window they entered before.

And so he did, climbing back the stair to the rooftop and starting to wander off around the city. He contemplated the option of seeing Harriet, asking her for the compass so he could have it without delay but, of course, asking for something was too bothersome to even think about it so Hunter decided against it. He wasn't sure if he should see her right after what Diego had told him, also.

Two voices came to his ears and he followed them, silently jumping and running to keep their pace. There, a few meters under him, were the Clayton's brothers, John and Clay, talking loudly about things no one found interesting besides them and, sometimes, Gaston and Gaston, Gaston's sons. Hunter got down to the unstable metallic roofs of a few closed stalls that nobody used anymore, before jumping to the ground and following them. If Diego wanted a compass, he would have one.