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"Shoulders up! Back straight! More force!" Gaston commands eyes narrow tone harsh. He pauses to push some greying strands of black hair from his face. Gale simply obeys. Her face may be impassive but deep within she feels a pang of sorrow that she can't live up to her father's expectations.

Gale is a lithe 15 year old girl with an attitude from hell and muscles to back it up. Each time she throws a punch or kick at the large black bag hanging from the ceiling her deep crimson hair sways in its ponytail. Each movement practiced and calculated as she assaults the bag. As usual though it's never good enough for Gaston and he begins to grumble to himself and storms out of her room.

Gale tries to shrug off his disappointment as heavy black boots pound the dark wood floor in the direction of the kitchen releasing her pain into attacking the bag until her muscles are numb. Not knowing what else to do she walks the short distance from the punching bag to the window taking note of the sun rising in the distance. The sun is only now starting to rise? When did father wake me up at this time? She slides the glass open and climbs out into the weeds that surround her father's cabin.

This has become somewhat routine for her. Train, disappointment, fight, repeat. Each day she tried to impress her father and each day she failed. Maybe it would be different if mom was still alive. If she stayed would he appreciate me? Ugg who am I kidding? She would probably be the same way towards me.

She runs along the three mile dirt trail that leads to town enjoying the morning sun on her skin. Shortly after entering town she smiles seeing a familiar face. Jay is always a good fight. Maybe he will provide some good sport for the day. They're already together. That's abnormal.

Jay notices her approaching and much to her dismay (though she refuses to show it) his face contorts into a scowl. Mal, Evie and Carlos are with him and they each take a defencive stance. Her grin turns to a devilish smirk as she stops a few feet away from Jay trying to bask in the trace amounts of fear in their eyes.

"Oh come on now. Is that how you greet a friend?" Gale says mock pouting. Who am I kidding? I don't have friends. I'm the daughter of Gaston. Friendship is beneath me.

"You are not our friend. You just like picking fights." Mal says her tone sharp with annoyance.

"Your right. True villains don't need friends. Who wants to go first today?" Gale says in a vicious tone expertly masking her sorrow. Pain is weakness. Jay steps in front of his friends ready to defend them as best he can.

"Jay. Are you always such a marder? I wonder how Jafar would react to seeing you throw yourself at danger for someone else." Gale taunts earning a punch to her left shoulder by an infuriated Jay. She smirks seeing the red glow in his eyes. Gale throws two quick punches the first, as was anticipated, missed but the second hits its mark hitting him square in the gut. Jay's hand flies fast grabbing her wrist with one hand and using the other to get in two more good hits. Gale kicks him in the side forcing him to release her hand, however before they can continue their little fight they notice they are not alone.

"Hi mom." Mal says almost shyly but they all know better. Shyness is weakness. All emotions are weakness. The best villains are cold and heartless and that's what each and every teen on the isle wanted to be.

Gale and Jay back away from each other looking at Maleficent like the other teens. Inwardly Jay is grateful the fight ended. Why does she always have to pick fights?

"Quit your useless squabble. You five are going to a new school in a lovely little place called Auridon and you all are going to do me a favor. We will talk about that in the house though. Come come. No time to waste." Maleficent says in a sing song tone.

The teens all reacted in similarly trying to run as fast as they could away from Maleficent though none of them successfully got away. Gale glared at Maleficent thoroughly enraged and prepared to break the one rule the isle actually had; Never attack one of the main four.

Even though they were not the strongest or the most wicked on the island they had something far more important called backup. Jafar, Cruella, Madame Grimhilde (more commonly known as the evil queen), and Maleficent all fight in the defence of their shared power even if they continually try to plot and scheme ways to overthrow the other three.

Maleficent's goons drag the five teens to the mansion shared by the main four up the stairs into the living room before silently taking their leave. Gale looks around the room seeing the organized disaster encompassing the space. Each of the four seemingly claimed a different part of the room with Maleficent having claimed a raised portion of the room on which her throne like chair sits. Of course she sits there. She thinks she is the most evil of them all. My mom would whoop her ass if she were still alive.

"Now kiddies I need you five to find the fairy godmother's wand steal it and bring it back here to me. With the wand and my staff I will be able to bend the forces of good and evil to my will!"

"Our will!" The three adult villains shout in unison.

"Our will. Our will. Whatever. Now what do you say?" Maleficent says mostly looking at Mal with minimal eye contact with the other teens.

"Who says I'm gonna take orders from you?" Gale says gruffly.

"I say." Gaston announces stepping out of one of the corners of the room. At his appearance Gale suddenly straightens and loses all her defiance.

"Yes sir." Gale replies body stiff as a board.

"Wonderful and the rest of the children?" Maleficent says looking to the others. Jay throws a confused glance to his friends at the sudden shift in Gales demeanor. They silently agree to talk with her about it later but she didn't notice. She didn't move an inch staring straight in front of her.

"We'll go mother. Won't we guys?" Mal says calmly.

"Then go get packed. You all leave tomorrow morning." Maleficent says cheerily.

"You to Gale. Get to it. I want you out of the house by noon."

"Yes sir." Gale turns on heel and runs out of the house to her own home weary of the prospect of leaving. Father won't be happy I get to leave before he does…

Jay watches Gale leave bewildered at her utter obedience. Our parents wish we were like that I'm sure. They would love that kind of power over us. I won't let that happen. We're our own people and we'll be more evil than our parents. Jay continues to pay full attention to his thoughts as his father calls him and he stays that way emptying his pockets. He pulls out a old silver lamp and his father's eyes light up hoping for there to be a genie inside and rubbing it insanely.

"Dad I already tried it." Jay says slightly embarrassed that his dad was behaving in such a way. Jafar glares at his son as if he just committed sacrilege by bringing him a lamp without a genie. Genie that word causes something to move within the teen, perhaps untapped potential or maybe a programed hatred either way Jay didn't like it. Jafar dismisses his son to get packed for the trip a short while later and being that Jay doesn't own much he finds himself wandering the island for one last time before he leaves. It's only five. I have time to get back before nightfall.He decides to confront Gale on her submissive behavior around her father and heads to her house.

Arriving at the cabin he walks in quietly and is surprised to see the main room only populated by beer cans and clear glass bottles. The space has a vacant feel to it as it only contains a chair and a small table. Most remarkable about the space is that the chair and table are both made of some sort of antlers. Guess Gaston wasn't joking. Jay looks around seeing a small kitchen to the left of the front door. Dark granite countertops? They fit in with the dark oak flooring but how the hell did he get ahold of them? Finding himself curious if there was anything to steal he cautiously opens the black fridge only to be disappointed. Only alcohol? Damn I was hoping for something better. Upon further inspection Jay discovers that the only cabinets with any food have glass doors and are locked with several small locks each.

Cutting his losses he heads in the direction of the hallway hoping that's where the bedrooms are. He freezes in his tracks when he hears irritated mumbling. After a few moments he realizes the mumbler isn't moving so he approaches the first door. Peering in it takes all of his will not to laugh. Gaston is able to be seen sleeping sucking his thumb, hanging halfway off the bed wearing nothing but boxers with Queen Bells face on them. Jay briefly takes in the surplus of antlers in the room as well as more bottles and cans.

He exits the room and continues down the hall and nears the second door. He stops hearing grunts and the soft thumps of something hitting a burlap sack stuffed with sand. He looks in to see that the "something" is Gale in a black halter top and grey skinny jeans. He notices that this room has no bed but it does have a small dresser in the open closet. Is this her room? And I thought I had little. At least I get to sleep in a bed. He takes a closer look at Gale temporarily becoming distracted with her curves however he snaps out of it when he notices a nasty cut on her left bicep and angry bruises littering the rest of her skin. How'd she get those? No one ever lands a hit on Gale. Should I get help? Was I seriously checking her out? He decides to report back to his friends as to what he's seen and exits the house without her ever knowing.

~At the house~

"So let me get this straight you snuck into Gale's house and saw her in halter top? Jay I think you may have lost your mind." Mal says dropping her bag with those of the others in the corner of the room by the door.

"It was weird but it was real. I swear." Jay says defensively. Why don't they believe me? I never lie to these guys.

"Jay in what universe does Gale wear halter tops?" Evie asks playing with her hair trying to not laugh.

"I swear! I'm telling the truth." Jay almost shrieks.

"Jay have you EVER been able to bruise her? No. No you haven't." Mal says in a tone cool as ice. Jay bristles aggressively.

"What does it matter? It's not like we're friends with her." Carlos says laying on the floor staring at the ceiling ending the fight before it starts. I wish she was though.

"Ya." Jay says pausing to think for a moment, "Your right. It doesn't matter." He smiles and they carry on their night. Jay lets go of what he saw deciding his friends were right. These are the people I need to protect. Not her.