A/N: I blow at summaries, I either tell nothing or give the whole story away. This is a Jaylos fic (sooner or later). Mal gets with Ben and Evie, well Evie gets around. Just read along, you either love it or hate it, either way drop me a review. I have read Isle of the Lost, this takes place more in the movie world, since I threw out parts of the book.
Warning: This story contains, child abuse, animal abuse, self harm, underage sexual relations and unrepentant cuteness. If any of these bother you, poke that back button and grab a different story!
Disclaimer: Obviously I don't own the characters or recognizable places; if I did it would have been a more Fabulous story and movie. I also wouldn't be broke as a joke.
Carlos stood in the yard of his childhood home, watching as the dining room picture window blew out. Within seconds flames crawled out the now open hole quickly consuming the wall. In the distance he could hear shouts about the fire on the hill, with a sigh he walked farther away from the building. No one on the Isle would care, his mother was a total nutcase and their home, Hell Hall, was far enough out that it could burn to the ground and never touch anything else. No, no one here would care if his home was destroyed.
"Some fucking marshmallows would be nice" Carlos muttered to himself, leaning against a tree. Watching he flames he smiled, he was a villains' son, he enjoyed destruction. This destruction was particularly satisfying as his mother was inside the building.
Carlos was not sad to know his mother had probably already perished in the flames. She was a villain through and through, even to her own son. She was heartless and abusive, no Carlos would not miss his mother. The entire fire was her fault anyway. She'd been in that dreaded fur closet of hers, her cigarette holder in her hand. She'd been so busy yelling at Carlos about how worthless he was she never noticed the cigarette touch one of her precious fur coats. Carlos wasn't about to tell her. By the time she noticed it a large chunk of the coat was engulfed in flames.
"My babies! Save it you wrench!" She squealed the last shred of her sanity being snapped by her precious furs.
"Fuck that, you save it, I'm out of here" Carlos had never defied his mother before. Growing up on the Isle there was only one thing he feared more than dogs, and that was fire, more specifically burning.
Dogs were a threat, but the Isle didn't have any, it did have fire and if a building caught on fire you either got yourself out or you died. The Isle of the Lost didn't have things like a fire department.
Carlos' last view of his mother had been her trying to hug the flames out of her precious coat. He threw some of his stuff into a bag as quickly as he could, thankful that most of his things were out in his tree house. He'd worry about "what next" later, for now his goal was to get the hell out of Hell Hall.
Meanwhile in the village Mal noticed the flames "Oh look, roasty toasty, not princess!" Mal exclaimed gleefully. "We should go watch!"
With that the three started the trek through the village, as they neared the edge something clicked in Evie's head. The fire was just up the hill from her place, "Oh no, that's Carlos's house!"
"Nah, it can't be." Jay argued while they kept walking.
"It's in that spot, lets just keep walking and we'll see." Mal pointed out.
A moment later they exited the village and realized it was indeed Hell Hall that was burning. Jay was the first to break into a run, followed quickly by Mal. Evie walked slower, she knew they couldn't change what was happening and there was a good chance she didn't want to see anything up close.
Jay wanted to whoop as he saw Carlos sitting under a tree. He'd never admit it but the small boy was one of his favorite people on the Isle. With practiced ease he sneaked up behind Carlos and asked "Want a marshmallow?" while pulling a stale bag out of his pocket, grinning when Carlos jumped.
"Jay you asshole!" Mal said, "I'm starving and you had food!"
Carlos laughed, Mal was always hungry. Carlos didn't say anything, he just grabbed a marshmallow and a stick, moving close enough to the fire to ignite it. He smiled, and blew the flames out, perfect. Black just like the soul of this Isle.
"Oh no Carlos!" Evie exclaimed as she reached the rest of them.
Everyone stifled a groan, Evie wasn't a villainous as the rest of them, actually she was more of the group cheerleader.
"It's fine, I'm good" Carlos assured her
"But your stuff! Your house! Oh my evil, what about your mom!"
Jay stifled a laugh, he was the only one who knew exactly how much Carlos hated his mother.
"I got the important things in my tree-house, which is far enough to be safe. Fuck my house, I hated it there and same for my so called mother. She died happy, with her fucking fur coats."
All three villain kids froze, Carlos just told them his mother was dead without batting an eye. Jay looked at his friend and noticed the small smile on his face as he ate another marshmallow. He decided if Carlos was okay with it, so was he. "Awesome news bro!" He cheered while throwing his arm over the smaller boys shoulders.
"Awesome..." Evie trailed off clearly in shock
"So that makes you the Isles first official orphan." Mal told him
"Yeah, I'll be fine." Carlos assured her.
They spend the next three hours watching Hell hall burn while working their way through a bag of slightly stale marshmallows. Finally it was down to embers. Evie and Mal started for home, Evie checking her make up as she went, Mal swiping herself some dinner. Jay followed Carlos up to his tree house.
"You sure you're really okay man?" Jay asked
"You know what she was like" Carlos said
"Yeah, but she was still your mom."
"No, my mom died a long time ago."
Jay sat silently for a minute, "but Cruella-"
He was cut off by Carlos, "Cruella is not my real mother. She stole me like a fucking puppy. My mothers real name was Anita, I don't know anything about her other than she went to school with my mother and had me in the weeks before all the villains and their kids were banished. Cruella had taken me the day before she was banished here, the magic decided I was her son, after all even a villain wouldn't take a newborn!" Carlos was near hysterical by the end.
Jay was in shock, he knew Carlos was different, he spent more time in his locker than in classes and never gained that hard edge the other kids all had. With out a word he sat next to the smaller boy and put his arm back around him. Jay had always been a touchy person, Carlos always was seeking any affection he could find, the two were naturally drawn together. Mal often joked they were like an old married couple but their relationship wasn't any deeper than friends. Granted on an Isle of evil misfits even friends was closer than most people were.
"Holy shit. But why do you look like her?" Jay wondered aloud.
Carlos laughed "That was luck. I have a genetic mutation, it makes my hair turn white after a month or two, naturally it's black. Beyond that her chores and lack of food keep me as skinny as her and the clothes, well you know about those." Carlos said with a smirk
Jay laughed he remembered asking Carlos why he always wore the same three colors, his answer was to drive his mother insane. It was the same reason his clothes often had dog bones and paw prints on them, one more thing to remind Cruella of what she'd lost. "Well shit. Any more surprises for me, like you're really a prince?"
Carlos laughed "I maybe; I dunno, but no that's the last surprise I'm sure of." Jay squeezed him tight smirking when the younger boy squeaked in surprise.
"I gotta get going, the night is young and the Islanders are stupid!" Jay exclaimed "If you need help man ask. I dunno what your plan is but you aren't exactly a good villain."
"Hey, who blew a hole in the dome?"
"Okay, your not a good classical villain" Jay gave in "I'm just saying if you need food or shit ask"
"Yeah I could use a fresh pile of shit" Carlos laughed "it has so many purposes. Really dude, I'll be fine, go fill your dads shop!"
Jay left with a salute. The older boy made a silent vow to himself to at least bring the younger some food, he knew Carlos would try to steal it sooner or later, and the whole Isle knew he couldn't steal worth a crap.
Carlos stretched out on the floor, he silently wished Jay had stayed. He convinced himself it was for the practical reason of warmth, but deep down, perhaps deeper than most of the villain kids would ever look, he knew he cared a lot more about Jay than he should.