Chapter 1
A/N: I don't own Disney's Descendants, or TFP.
Mal-Bumblebee
Evie-Midnight
Carlos-Skyfall
Jay-Barricade
Ben-Moonrose
Maleficent-Megatron
Jafar-Starscream
Creulella De Vil-Terrastorm
Evil Queen-Arachnid
Fairy Godmother-Alpha Trion
Belle-Elita-1
Beast-Optimus Prime
Jane-Icefire
Audrey-Knockout
Chad-Arcee/Firestorm
Doug-Smokescreen
Standing in the middle of a dressing room, a beautiful, sixteen year-old, girl with long golden hair, and bright crystal blue eyes stared out the window to an island covered with a magic barrier.
"Oh, 'Rose, you look lovely," the queen, Elita-1 said giving her daughter a hug. The Autobot queen had shoulder-length blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and like her daughter was rather pale.
"Thanks mom," Moonrose said.
"What's on your mind?" her father, Optimus Prime, asked. He had military-cut black hair, and azure eyes, and had a bit more color than his wife and daughter.
"I think I have my first proclamation, as future queen," she said running her hands down the blue coronation gown.
"I want to give the new generation of those on the Isle of the Lost a chance to live amongst us," Moonrose responded, "they aren't responsible for what their parents did."
The Prime and his queen, looked shocked. "They're the children of our sworn enemies," Prime said.
"Not all at once of course, we'll do four at the most at first to see how it'll go," 'Rose reasoned.
"Alright, we'll pick four-" Optimus began, before his daughter cut him off.
"I already picked them," she said.
The Prime made a motion for her to continue.
"The daughter of Terrastorm."
The two nodded again, Terrastorm wasn't nearly as dangerous as most of the Decepticons living on the island; she barely even counted as a threat.
"The son of Starscream."
They looked a little uncertain, but agreed.
"The daughter of Arachnid."
Elita drew a breath, but they agreed.
"And…" Moonrose hesitated.
"And?" Optimus asked.
She drew a breath before continuing. "And finally, the son of Megatron."
"MEGATRON!" the two parents shouted.
"Absolutely not!" Optimus snapped. "Megatron is the worst out of all the Decepticons! His son is no doubt the same!"
"How do you know?" 'Rose asked. "We haven't met him, and he had nothing to do with his father's past actions. None of them had anything to do with their parent's past actions!"
"Fine," the Prime sighed. "But, I'll have them transported here under heavy guard, we don't need them to try anything."
-.-
On the island a sixteen year-old boy, with shaggy pitch-black hair that had golden streaks, icy-electric blue eyes, and skin so pale it looked like he'd never seen the sun was spray painting the wall of a building. He wore, a black torn leather jacket, a yellow t-shirt with two vertical black stripes the sleeves ripped off, torn black skinny jeans, and black combat boots. Tossing away the can of paint, he revealed a painting of a dragon-looking shadow with the words long live evil scrawled on it.
They say I'm trouble
They say I'm bad
They say I'm evil
And that makes me glad
In a different part of town, a sixteen year-old boy with blonde military-style hair, red eyes, slightly tan skin, a black jacket with white stripes, red t-shirt, jeans, and black and white tennis shoes slid down the side of a roof, and jumped to the ground.
A dirty no-good
Down to the bone
Your worst nightmare
Can't take me home
Not far from the first boy, a beautiful sixteen year-old girl with waist-length pitch-black hair, just as pale skin as the painter boy, in a blue tube-top, with black skinny jeans, and blue knee-high boots hopped up on a table where dozens of people were eating, her ruby-red eyes flashing as she walked across it.
So I got some mischief
In my blood
Can you blame me?
I never got any love
Near the second boy, a fifteen year-old girl with shoulder-length brown hair, green eyes, tan skin, wearing a black and white jacket, red tank-top, black skinny jeans, and red converses slid out of a window. Seeing a man with a red scarf, she grabbed it and walked away. She then jumped through a window, hopping across several occupied beds, waking the sleeping people up. The girl just laughed and walked off.
They say I'm callous
A low-life hood
I feel so useless
Misunderstood!
Back in an alley, the painter boy, and fashionista girl met, and walked towards the other two.
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Who's the baddest of them all?
Welcome to my wicked world
Wicked world
They all looked through an entrance where they found workers, cleaning clothes, and tossing sacks of flour into trucks. With wide, evil grins they all barged in and started causing chaos.
I'm rotten to the core, core
Rotten to the core
I'm rotten to the core, core
Who could ask for more?
I'm nothing like that kid next
Like that kid next door
I'm rotten to the
I'm rotten to the
I'm rotten to the core
It wasn't much chaos they were able to cause: destroying laundry lines, and disrupting flour sack passing, and throwing workers into barrels of water. They grabbed a bunch of metal bars, and started running with them, banging them on anything metal.
The black, and blonde haired boy, walked through part of the town, people hastily moving out of his way.
Call me a schemer
Call me a freak
He walked up to a curtain, quickly vandalizing it with another paint can, he moved it, to reveal a man taking a bath.
How can you say that?
I'm just…unique!
With that the boy smiled and took off.
Inside one of the restaurants, the boy in the black and white jacket walked along. He picked up a tea-pot and pretended to pour the tea, instead he leapt over the table, and stole it.
What me a traitor?
Ain't got your back?
Oh, we're not friends
What's up with that?
Inside a tailor shop, the fashionista strutted through, swiping a one-of-a-kind scarf of the tailor himself.
So I'm a misfit
So I'm a flirt
I broke your heart?
I made you hurt?
The girl in red walked along the top of a food pantry shelf, knocking over everything.
The past is past
Forgive, forget
The truth is
You ain't seen nothing yet!
The four walked into the main square, everyone getting out of their and a few others' ways.
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Who's the baddest of them all?
Welcome to my wicked world
Wicked world!
Ha-ha!
All the evil heirs gathered in the main square, and began to practice battle moves that they've been learning since they could walk.
I'm rotten to the core, core
Rotten to the core
I'm rotten to the core, core
Who could ask for more?
I'm nothing like that kid next
Like that kid next door
I'm rotten to the
I'm rotten to the
I'm rotten to the core!
The four teens began high-fiving each other laughing, when three voices called out.
"BARRICADE?!"
"MIDNIGHT?!"
"SKYFALL?!"
"Later guys!" the girl in blue, otherwise known as Midnight daughter of Arachnid said as she walked home, giving a flirty wave.
"See ya dudes!" the boy in black and white said, or otherwise known Barricade son of Starscream.
"Meet up later!" the last girl, Skyfall daughter of Terrastrom, said walking off.
"Last as always," Bumblebee sighed. With that he turned and began walking to one of the dark palaces located on the edge of the island for the rich and powerful Decepticons.
-.-
"Get anything good today?" Starscream asked as Barricade dumped his loot.
"Same as always," he stated, "but I found this!" He tossed his father a lamp.
Starscream began to rub it like crazy.
"It doesn't work," Barricade called from his room.
-.-
"Hey Mom!" Midnight chirped as she walked in.
"Hey sweetheart," Arachnid said hugging her. "Ready for the next beauty lesson?"
"Aren't I always?" the girl said, as she and her mother walked to the lesson.
"Remember, beauty is pain," the duo said at the same time.
-.-
"Encounter any of those vicious pack animals?" Terraclaw asked.
"Nope, still not eaten!" Skyfall said happily.
-.-
Bumblebee closed the door to the massive palace, all the palaces were large, but his was the largest, probably has to do with the fact he's the son of the most evil person of all time.
"You're late," Megatron said stepping into the dim light of the dark palace that never had the windows open. His hair was just as dark as his son's, and he was just as pale. That was the father and son's only resemblances to each other, one had a scar covered, square jaw, and blood-red eyes. The other had more graceful features, blonde streaks in his hair, and blue eyes.
"Sorry Dad," 'Bee said hanging up his jacket.
"Sorry, doesn't make-up valuable training time! If you're going to be taking my place when I'm gone, you need to stop being so soft!" Megatron snapped, tossing a pair of dual sword blades in their sheath at him. "Courtyard! Now!"