"Can you give a guy a break?" Jay asked with a laugh, "It's just one… a couple pieces of bread! It's not the end of the world!"
"Look kid!" A short, chubby man swung a pot in Jay's face, "It's hard all over! I don't need some hoodlums from East side raiding my restaurant when I'm already having problems with the rebel gang here!"
"What gang?" Jay raised an eyebrow, running his fingers through his hair, "Everyone knows my crew is the best on the island."
"Doesn't matter hot shot," The man snarled, "Just get out!"
Jay smiled and ran off, the bread still in hand. The bakery he had run into was worn down and trashed from the inside out. There was no door, making it easy for Jay to slip in and steal some of the full loaves of bread from the top of the basket. He ran across the street, dodging people pushing wheel barrows. The people walk around in rags and it almost made Jay glad he lived on West side. He didn't think it was possible for West side to be considered the rich part of the Isle of the Lost.
"Pssssst!" Jay heard a voice call as he was getting ready to hop over a fence.
"Dang! Carlos? What are you doing here?" Jay rolled his eyes, hopping over the fence and down on the other side of the alley. Carlos was leaning against a garbage can combing his hair and looking at a dirty mirror.
"Trying to find you," Carlos explained, high five-ing Jay, "Mal and Evie sent me to find you."
"Why? And how'd you know I'd be here?" Jay inquired as they walked away from the border and back into the heart of West Side.
"Well considering they asked me yesterday to come find you, I really have no idea. And since I realized this morning I forgot to come find you, I followed you over there and waited for you to come back." Carlos admitted.
Jay shook his head, handing Carlos a loaf of bread. Carlos bites into it and lets out a sigh of relief, "This is the best bread on the Isles! Did you hear that crunch?"
"Yeah, man! That's why I went. Can't ignore the smell of food." Jay and Carlos laughed. They turned a corner and screamed, jumping back and bumping into each other. Mal stood with her hands on her hips. Evie stood next to her examining her nails.
"Funny thing Carlos," Mal glared, "I could've sworn I asked for Jay yesterday,"
"Okay, see what had happened was—"
"Save it Carlos," Evie sighs, "We have bigger fish to fry. Come on, the rest of the gang is waiting in our usual spot."
"That old abandoned warehouse?" Jay laughed, "That's our usual hangout? Mal we don't have a usual hangout. What's the damage?"
"No damage," Mal shrugged as they walk, "We will be the ones doing the damage."
Jay shook his head, but followed along. People backed away as they walked or scowled at them. The four were not afraid of anything or anyone. They walked with a spring in their step and swag. Mal, as usual, had swiped a giant lollipop from a child walking with her friends. The four giggled at each other as they approached the crumbling building.
They all knew the building was never going to fall. It had been that way for years. There was a wired fence that had a giant hole in the middle. They quickly slip through, making sure not to be seen—not like anyone was really going to care. There are five others inside the building. They were leaning on patched up bean bag chairs, wooden desks, and drinking through old plastic cups.
"Look who finally decided to show up," A teenage girl complained, her dark brown hair pulled up into a bun. She wore a puffy orange dress and a larger-than-life necklace.
"Put a sock in it Tracy," Evie glared.
"That's Lady Tracy to you," Tracy snapped.
"Oh my goodness, you do not have that title yet so stop acting like you do," Evie rolled her eyes, "And that's not why we are here."
"Then why are we here?" Another teenage boy says, fiddling with the purple hat on his head. His white knee socks stretched up to his knee and he had on old pilgrim-like shoes.
"Because, Cliff," Mal held up a hand, "I found something for us all to do tomorrow night. I wanted to discuss this yesterday but somebody didn't find Jay when I asked him to."
Carlos blushed and ran his hand through his hair. Mal turned back to the rest of the group and smiled. There were three others in the back, but they all said nothing. They were only half paying attention to the conversation, having not been true villain's kids. Just unlucky teenagers that grew up on the wrong island.
"What do you want to do?" Tracy asked, "My mother and my two dumb stepsisters were planning some weird evening tea."
"We're going over to West Side," Mal smirked.
"Are you insane?" One of the three in the back spoke up, "Trust me, you do not want to go over to west side. That would be a mistake."
"Why not, Tony? Afraid of getting your hands dirty?" Jay said, spreading laughter through the room.
"Definitely not," Tony laughed, standing to his feet, "My dad's Gaston! I'm practically fearless! Except for the fact that East Side has some of the biggest and baddest villains."
"I think our parents are pretty boss," Carlos snapped, "Do you not know who my mom is?"
"Yeah, Cruela De Vil," Tony shrugged, "And Maleficent's kid and Jafar's son and the Evil Queen's daughter. How peachy. But you're forgetting there are other legends besides yours."
"Oh yeah? Like who?" Evie crossed her arms.
"Ursula? Captain hook?" Tony laughed adjusting the collar on his shirt, "Come on you guys! We learn about the legends all the time!"
"How do you know all this Einstein?" Jay rolled his eyes.
"Do you not recall that I've lived over in East Side?" Tony explained, "Look, all I am sayin' is that there are some powerful people over there that you don't want to mess with."
"We've paid our dues over here," Mal put her hands on her hips, "It's time we find out what else is over there. Jay was over there today and he came back with some awesome food. I say we give it a shot."
"You don't get it," Tony shook his head, "There's a gang over there ten times worse than you guys will ever be. You can't screw with them."
"Come on scaredy cat," Evie walked over to him, "We're rotten to the core remember? We aren't afraid of them. We do our own thing."
"Dancing in the middle of the streets and taking candy from children is one thing," Tony glared, "But those kids are another story. They're pure evil. They can take something as fun as dancing and turn it into something dangerous."
"As it should be," Mal said walking closer to the rest of the group, "What kind of villain child are you, Tony? You're either with us, or against us. Don't tell us you're growing soft on us. No wonder your dad sent you here."
Tony's jaw dropped and he scowled at them, "Fine. Go knock yourselves out. I never thought this would be how we spent our last year as middle schoolers but whatever. I'll warn you though, the gang's leader is a beast. She has no respect for anyone, and no one knows who she belongs to. But she has powerful magic. She's different than the other kids."
"We can handle it," Mal snickered, "Besides, what could happen?"
"Those twerps!" Jade shouted, the walls ringing with the anger in her voice, "They have to get all the glory and they have the nerve to step on our turf?"
Jade paced around the room at the top of the mansion. Jade's mansion stood idle and decaying at the top of a large hill that overlooked all of East side. Two boys sat on the edge of her bed and a girl sat at her crumbling vanity. The wallpaper is old and tattered, but Jade tried to keep the interior looking as new as possible. Without any extra money, it made it hard for her to pay for the upkeep of the mansion. There was one window that had a balcony, but she refused to go out there. Seeing East side only reminded her of how depressing and pathetic her life really was.
"Ridiculous right?" A girl with white as snow hair and a dark purple dress states. Her skin took on a purple-ish tone. "Chef Louis was super ticked off. He was glad that kid hadn't discovered the crabs."
"Did you hear that, Jade? Sue says those kids stole stuff from us! Why do those kids think they are so privileged? Like they are the golden children or something!" A guy with a red Mohawk states, his tattoos in the shapes of flames.
"Chill dez," Jade rolled her eyes, grasping the talisman in her hand. She wore a black crop top with a skull on it and a black ruffled skirt that raised to her belly button and extended mid-thigh. She was darker in skin tone—milk chocolate colored. Her long black hair was pulled into a pony tail. Jade had cross bones for earrings and dark purple lipstick that would cause anyone to shudder in fear.
"You know I don't 'chill'," Dez made air quotes, "My dad is Hades. I literally don't 'chill'."
"You know, some people say they are going to revolutionize Isle of the Lost. Rumor has it the prince is thinking about sending some of the villain's kids from Isle of the Lost over there." A Chinese boy with ear length black hair and a dagger on his belt ponders.
"Sean," Sue sighed dramatically, "Don't be so serious all the time! Nobody is leaving Isle of the Lost. Even if they did ask us to go, we wouldn't. We're rotten to the core! Why would we want to go to some hot shot high school? We have one year left of middle school, and I say we enjoy it here and now before the going gets tough. Besides, who wants to learn goodness when we can learn how to be even more wicked?"
"The point is," Jade twirled the talisman around her neck, "If those stuck up little hoodlum's ever come back, we'll show them who's boss. I have a couple spell books and what not lying around the house. I'm sure I can find something to help us out."
"I still don't see how it is possible that no one knows who your parents are," Sean raised an eyebrow as Jade began rises from her seat on her broken vanity and heads towards the decaying bookshelf across the room.
"Yeah well," Jade wished he would stop talking.
"I mean your parents disappeared off the face of the earth, but left you this big ol' run down mansion. I mean my dad didn't give a flying fig newton about anybody but at least had the decency to teach me a thing or two before he left," Sean laughed.
"But your dad is savage," Dez hit him, "Shan Yu was a boss from the hood. He ripped up villages like nobody's business."
"Your dad is the king of hell," Sean glared, "What's the difference? All I'm saying is that Jade's parents could have at least left a clue."
"You guys!" Sue exclaimed, "I just had a brilliant idea! Why don't we just ask my mother for some spells or something to… help them out?"
"You mean bribe them like your mother Ursula?" Dez rolled his eyes, "Oh yeah, sure. You are not turning into your mother at all."
"I am not, you jerk!" Sue complained, slamming her fist on the vanity, watching the mirror fall, "Oops, what is that? Five years of bad luck?"
"Seven," Jade said without knowing that she knew the answer. The others look at her suspiciously, "I did not know I knew that."
"You know all about those superstitions. I'm not surprised." Dez laughed.
"Okay seriously!" Sean interrupted, "What do we do? Do you think they are fighters? We all know how to fight. We can take them down and they won't come back."
"They aren't fighters," Sue stated plainly, "After buddy boy came knocking on my door, Mom let me borrow her crystal ball. I took a look at these delinquents and trust me. They wouldn't hurt a fly. They are no villains. They're punks."
"So if we can't fight them, what do we do?" Dez stood up with his arms crossed.
"They're dancers," Sue beamed, "We can dance it out. I'm sure we'll win. Everyone knows the best dancers come from the ghetto sides of town."
"Are you kidding me?" Jade laughed harder than she ever has before, "You mean to tell me that the best these kids can do is a dance battle? Who are their parents?"
"Maleficent, Cruella De Vil, Jafar, and the Evil Queen," Sue reported.
"Any others?"
Sue kept her mouth shut but looked towards Dez and Sean. She knew the others weren't going to like the last of the names that came out of her mouth.
"Sue?"
Sue shrugged her shoulders and said the last few names with confidence, "Lady Tremaine's third kid, Ratcliff's kid, and…"
"And?"
Sue took a deep breath before saying the last name, "Gaston's son."
Sean almost choked on his own spit and Dez nearly trips over the air. Sue could see the wheels in Jade's mind spinning fast.
"Tony? That's where he ran off to? West Side?"
"Afraid so." Sue said leaning against what was left of the vanity.
Jade punched a hole through the wall next to her. Tony was one of their oldest friends. He had left a few months ago claiming that they weren't gangster enough for them but they all knew the truth. He was a coward. Tony had turned them in for a gambling scandal that they had gotten mixed up in. There were few rules on the island to follow, but there was an age limit on gambling. They definitely weren't of age.
"Jade?"
"They will come to us," Jade glared, "And when they are we will be ready."
"Dance battles are illegal," Dez exclaimed, "Does anybody not recall what Tony did to us the last time? If they bring that kid along, we're toast for good this time. And Tony was one of our best dancers!"
"Don't worry about Tony. And this time, we will make sure we don't get caught. Plus, I've been needing to stretch my legs. Get the word out. Sue, do you know when they hit?"
"Tomorrow. They are planning on raiding the mansion."
"My house?" Jade raised her voice, "Oh no. Not in my town they won't. Sean, get the word out. Party at my place tomorrow. It's time we put these little babies in their place."
This is a work in progress. I wasn't sure how well this was going to turn out but I started getting really into it. Anyway I know this isn't anything like the movie but it will tie into the movie (sort of) a little later. Sorry if something seems out of place, I did not read the books! Go ahead and leave a review of the story and leave a song that you would like the teams to dance to! Also, as the story goes along it would be cool to see who is on team East side and who is on team West side. So just review how you liked it, what song you'd like to hear, and which team you like better! Thanks for reading guys!