BlackSirens here to bring you the tenth chapter, finally. I know it seems like I've abandoned this story but quite the contrary. I've been very busy with the three musicals I've been in over the summer and I'm trying to start up a YouTube channel with a very big project to go with it. So this has been pushed to the side. Anyways, I hope you enjoy!

DISclaimer: I don't own Mike, Mal, Manitoba, Vito, Svetlana ,or Chester. I do however, own my OCs.

Enjoy: Yes I am back and better than ever. I'm very sorry I've been gone. "Mal the Forgotten", will be posted more regularly now. Perhaps even once or twice a month. Although if I take another long break don't be surprised.

Mal's P.O.V.

I walk in the front doors of my middle school. That's right. I've adapted to saying "my" instead of "Mike's". I'm a little ditzy and out of sorts after that conversation with Alli. Hopefully I can get ahold of my brain before first period. I did my math homework last night, and I know I did it better than Mike EVER could. He's probably rotting away in that black abyss.

That abyss is where I store all my negative emotions. It is what grants me my power. I am the most powerful personality. Which is ironic because the only thing Mike, the original, seems to be is a big coward! He cries over everything. Spills his water on his shirt? Cries. Accidentally stubs his toe? Cries. He's always been like that. Even when I first came to the mind.

I was four years old, and he was five. Even at that age I found it odd. I remember those days. The good days. It was just me, Mike, and Chester. The old man was Mike's first persona after his real grandfather passed away. Kind of sad but do I care. Absolutely not. Then I came. I'll admit, I was more timid when I was little but I was never a cry baby.

I walk into math class with my homework all done. I hand it to the teacher and sit down. I then remember, ALLI! Yes! She sits right behind me. What luck.

"Mal? You're still here?" She says, speak of the devil. She situated her bag on the ground and sits down in the seat. I only nod, because if she found out what I did to her friend, I don't think she'd like me very much. "Yeah. Still me." I say. I grab a pencil from my bag as the teacher begins handing out papers for us to do. I start to write and write. I know all the answers. Shocking huh?

All of a sudden, I feel a little pebble like thing hit me in the back of the head. I jerk around, and start scanning my surroundings. "Don't be rude Jason!" Alli says harshly to a kid sitting it the back holding a straw. My eyebrows lower in distaste to this scum bag. I know he just hit me with a spitball. He has a death wish. "Do you have a problem you sack of shit?" I say, slamming the desk with raw power as I rise to my feet. He gives me a dirty look. "Yeah I do! Mike, quit the circus act. Freak." He says to me. Ahh, I see. These peons don't understand the fact that I'm Mal. MAL! I'm so sick and tired of every low life that calls me Mike. I'm nothing like him. I'll never be like him! Everyone in the mind thinks he is soooo great, but he treated me like crap! Anger starts to bubble inside me.

"Never call me Mike again or I will snap your neck!" I scream, while everyone goes silent, staring at me. Jason's face shrinks into shame and cowardness. "Look, calm down man." He says, dropping the straw. I thrust my legs quickly, moving fast to get up to him. He freezes. "It's Mal. Get it right." I spit out, and I grab his wrist and start to squeeze it very hard. He whimpers, and Alli shrieks. The teacher calls out for me to stop, but I completely ignore him. He goes over to the phone, probably to call the office.

I'm completely blinded by my own anger, and I squeeze and squeeze. Jason cries out. "Ow! You are hurting me! Stop!" I spit into his face, and my saliva slides down his nose. A couple kids gag in disgust, and Jason tries to squirm and get away from my death grip. I am no longer fighting to defend Mike. I'm GOING to fight Jason to defend myself. Some of the kids start to run out of the class, but then, I look over at Alli. She looks so terrified. Of me. I try to stop myself, but it's as if I'm not me. I'm a monster.

I uncontrollably throw a punch, my cheeks burning up in rage. Before the punch makes contact, I whisper, "Nighty night Jason…" I feel his hard face smack into my knuckles. His body weight shifts away from my fist as he makes contact with the floor. I get on top of him.

I hear gasps and screams all around me, and a desk toppled over. No doubt from someone trying to get away in a cluster. I start to throw punches at this kids face with no mercy. It feels so good. I see his blood spraying in clumps, and it fuels my rage. I smile through the beating until… a hand touches my shoulder. I whip around to see Alli standing above me. She looks very concerned for.. me? No. Nobody feels concerned for me. Right?

She pries me off of Jason, and I look down, wiping the blood off of my face with my sweater sleeves. I look over at Alli, then around me, as sound tunes into my ears, and I come back into reality, and come back to myself. "Mal? Come on! People are coming!" She says trying to pull me. I let her guide my way, out of the classroom and down the hall. As I run with her, I think. "People?" I ask faintly. We fly down a staircase. "The hall monitors. They are going to expel you. That's what Mr. Roberts said…" She says between breaths. We make it out the door and to the back of the school. I shake my head, knowing the severity of what I just did. It wasn't the first time, but this one was more brutal. Why did it feel good?

"Mal! Why did you do that!? I'm… im scared of you." She says, and my heart sinks a little. I think, then look into her scared eyes. "Was it that frightening?" I ask out of curiosity. I really do like her. She seems real, and nice, and caring. Also, she doesn't seem like a stereotypical girl that is into romance novels and coffee. Bleh. She likes horror, and is obviously a nerd. A beautiful nerd… MAL! Snap out of it! "It was very scary." She finally replies, before asking a question. "Now I need to know. Where is Mike!? Where is my friend!"

I pause, not wanting to tell her. I can't. I love h— NO! Urg this should be a big deal. I start to pace in front of her, both of us covered in Jason's insides. "I'm just confused Alli! Gosh. It's not that big of a deal! Mike is… fine. Jason obviously isn't. I HATE him… and I loved beating him up!" I say frantically. She takes one step away from me. I sigh in defeat, calming down a bit. Her eyes meet mine once more, and I blush. "That's not a good thing Mal. I though we… I thought you were a good guy." I erupt. "A good GUY!? A good guy really? You've seen be beat people up before right!?" She shakily takes another step back, afraid. I feel like I'm being crushed by my own self. Not knowing what will become of me. I don't want this sweet girl to be afraid of me. I want her to like me, and kiss me! That's right! I'll admit it! I have a crush.

"I have. But it was different this time. You have to run." She says and I shake my head. I don't know why I would have to run? "Are the police coming or something?" I ask, coldly. I'm not really afraid. I feel dark and evil.

"I don't know but… maybe. Doesn't seem too far fetched." She explains. I take a small, easy step closer to her. She doesn't seem to mind. "Alli?" I take her hands and she gasps, blushing. I feel the tingling feeling return. "I haven't been myself lately. I will run, but not until I talk to you. About… me. I'm crazy. I came to terms with that recently." I say.

"What?" Slips from her lips, shakily and she grips onto my hands. "It felt good to beat Jason up. And I know what will make me feel… better." Idea! I have an idea! I continue, "Although even through all of that, I can honestly say that you are the first girl that I've ever liked." I finish off my sentence, and her eyes fill with tears. Alli takes a deep breath in. "I'm in love with Mike." She says. "Where is he?" Those words hit me like knives. Of course. Of course she likes Mike because why not? Everything turns out perfect for him! That evilness comes back, and I give her a glare that could cut through the hearts of full grown men. A deadly glare. She gasps as I take her face, and kiss her aggressively. Almost like a hatred filled kiss against Mike. Her breath escapes through our lips as she tries to talk or get away from me. Her hands meet my body, pushing off of me. I tightly grab her, before letting her go dropping her on the ground, and breaking the kiss. It was so satisfying…

"He's gone. Dead." I say, before turning to walk away into the bushes near the school. Her agonizing voice calls out from behind me. "No… nooo! NO! YOU ASS HOLE! YOU D-... YOU DIDN'T!" She screams, voice raspy, and hope lost. I run off into the bushes to go home, because I have come up with THE plan. If I'm going to get arrested… I might as well KILL my dad…