In the month and half Carlos had been gone, he had been doing research into some high level science theories. Issac had proved to be trustworthy. But Carlos didn't know that Issac had been reviewing his blue prints and revising them, he found a way to break the barrier, all he needed was to get Cruella back without anyone noticing. So, he tricked Carlos into helping, it was all hypothetical and Carlos had no idea. Carlos did however know the risks they faced if the barrier did not react correctly, or that more than just cruella got off the island.

Issac found a way off of Auradon- the garbage was dumped on the Isle, he jumped in and hid, once there, he snuck off and found Cruella's home. First he, "cured her" of her crazy, and then they plotted a way off the island. They snuck onto the garbage boat and escaped, no one other than Maleficent had ever escaped, at least until now that is.

In Auradon, Cruella was gleeful. Once again in her home, she opened all the drapes, let the light in and laughed manically. Issac had cured her of her insanity, but not of her cruelty. Carlos woke up to his mother standing above him, an evil glint in her eye. He couldn't do much, all he could do was stare back at her.

She slapped him so hard his head whipped to the side and his cheek stung. "How dare you disrespect me, how dare you leave me on that Island to die. Your father came back for me, he did not fail me like you did. How pathetic." grabbing him by his shoulder, she through him to the ground, where he smacked his face.

His worst nightmare came to life, and he had no protection, or means of surviving it again. He couldn't run from her, he couldn't do anything as she kicked him in the ribs, calling him every awful name she could. When she finished, she ordered him to clean the kitchen, clean her furs and then clean her feet, retouch her hair and clean the rest of the house.

Finding a way to pick himself up off the floor, he got in his wheelchair and then began cleaning, there was no use to fighting it. Soon he had cleaned the entire kitchen and was quite sore, it was difficult and he was managing, but it was completely unfair. With the rest of the house clean- using the vacuum cleaner Issac had bought, the house was no longer dusty and abandoned, it was clean and life like again- but still dark and dreary. No amount of light could draw the Evil out.

With the furs clean and combed, he began to debate his new life. There was no way he would last here, but there was also no way he could go back to school. He'd have to runaway again, and this time find away to make it on his own. With Cruella's hair and feet done, he dragged himself to bed- it was well past 11pm and he'd been cleaning since the moment he was woken up.

Cruella woke him up again and ordered him around, Issac doing nothing as he was no where to be found. With a new determination, Carlos knew he had to escape. So he prepared his bag, stole some food and waited for them to go to sleep. With no destination in mind, he wheeled himself away from Hell House- the original, and towards the city. This time however he had money, he'd taken it from his "parents" once they were sleeping- though the sleeping pill he had made up had done wonders- they'd be asleep for the next day or so. Prior to leaving, he'd found hair dye and dyed his hair black, cut it short and then made his wheelchair a gray color with paint, he couldn't be found. It was all his fault that Cruella was here- she'd soon begin to kill dogs and hurt people. So from a payphone, he left a tip- saying he was at Hell House, so that they would find Cruella.

When Fairy God Mother got the tip, they all quickly went to check it out. What they found, they did not expect. Passed out on the couch lay Cruella De Vil in all her horrible glory. They searched for Carlos but did not find him, instead they found a note that read, "I am so sorry." Soon Cruella was Imprisoned in the insane asylum on Auradon in a padded cell, with no means to escape. Issac was sent to the asylum as well, but was locked in a room on a different level, so that they would never be together again.

The hunt for Carlos was still on. They had no clue where to find him but they were still searching. Two months had gone by- it was now nearly February and the worst of the winter was nearly over.

Carlos hid, he was thinner than before, but he was still fighting on. He'd gotten all the way to the other kingdoms when he thought about why he was running. At first it was because he hated being alone, but now he was purely alone- he had given up Ginny, and he was glad for it when his mom was standing above him- Ginny would have been gone before he even woke up. But he was still confused. He wanted to go home, but now he'd gone too far. There was no way he'd make it back without help and he didn't want to ask. His face was bruised from where Cruella hit him, his eye swollen. His chest was purple and blue from her kicks, and he thought he had broken ribs, but he kept going.

He began to wonder why he was even trying at all. Why run, why fight on, when he had nothing. He'd never be anything more than a villain's kid, and no one would ever see him as the smart kid he was. It was with defeat he decided he'd just let what happened, happen. He sat in a coffeeshop, using the last of his money, on a cup of coffee so that he'd be warm, the rain outside was heavy and leaving the streets flooded.

He sat there until closing, when they asked him to leave, he nodded. There was a weird feeling in his chest, an emotion he couldn't name and it bothered him. So like a kicked dog, he left the warmth of the shop for the cold streets. The rain made it near impossible to navigate, the roads were flooded so high that his wheelchair was practically a boat. It was late, no one was out, it was Auradon and even if it was a good place, it still made people wary to be out late at night. Carlos kept on, by sunrise he was tired, beyond drench and his wheelchair wasn't working right. The water messed it up and he couldn't keep wheeling himself, whether it be the mud stuck on the spokes of the wheel or the fact that the water was nearly a foot deep, he struggled.

The longer he roamed the streets of neighboring kingdoms, the more he realized he didn't fit in. Not on the Isle, not here, not anywhere. All he wanted was to feel that he belonged somewhere, that he was apart of something, not excluded, or forgotten about. The pains he felt from before he ran away were still consistent and growing worse. He knew would need a doctor for it eventually, that it was growing to painful and often would leave him unconscious for periods of time.

As he struggled on in the rain, he realized that he would need to get help from someone- literally anyone, in order to keep on. As he headed forward, he kept his head low, his body was tired and trying to hold it up was difficult. What he didn't see was the car parked in front of him, the one he wheeled himself into. His head hit the glass window of the door and he was instantly in pain.

Someone got out of the long limo and asked, "Are you okay?"

Carlos responded, "I'm fine." he then looked up to see that it was King Ben.

"Carlos?" Ben asked.

"Uh no? I'm Kennedy…"

"Carlos, I know its you. Please let me get you a doctor, you hit your head."

"I can't go back, I cant go back to the Isle."

"I'll make you a deal, I will get you a doctor, I promise to make sure you are never sent back to the isle, and will do whatever I can to help accommodate and make you happy. I know you left because you weren't happy. Let me help you please."

Carlos was hesitant but he allowed Ben to get him to a doctor, the younger kid was worried for what awaited him, but he knew Ben was on his side.

A/N: Thank you all for the favorites, I really appreciate it ❤️