Disclaimer: I do not own Descendants or Isle of the Lost nor do own any of the character.
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I did not read the book isle of the lost so if people want to send some characteristic or summaries or anything about the book they think I should know I would appreciate it.
Jay's point of view
I awkwardly sat on my bed just watching Mal for a moment. I glanced at Evie for a moment wondering if I should get the girl up, she was after all better at heart to heart conversations. 'Than again waking Evie up now is probably worse than anything I can say' I thought, watching as Mal was still fidgeting with her finger.
"Alright enough" I said, my hands grabbing her to stop with the fidgeting. Mal looked at me shocked like finally realizing I was here before they narrowed.
"What" she snapped, minding her voice for the two sleeping people, but yet still being sharp enough make any lesser being step back.
I stared at her for a moment reeling back. "I can't tell if you're scheming or worrying." I said, removing my hand from hers, knowing that Mal wasn't much for physical contact unless she initiated it.
"Both, now that you screwed up our one chance at the wand." She growls her hands clenching the sheet around her tightly.
We glared at each other for a moment, hiding nothing from the other person. It got harder to look at her once you got past the anger and contempt and saw the fear in her eyes.
"Fine be mad at me," I stated getting off the bed ready to head back to the floor and finally sleep this night off. "Last thing I need to night is you yelling at me some more." I muttered.
"I saw my mom" I hear her say and if it wasn't close to one in the morning and everything silent I probably wouldn't have heard her. I turned back around, looking at her shocked 'How?' I thought 'she shouldn't be able to leave the island. None of our parents should be.' Not wanting to push Mal into talking, but curiosity getting the best of me I sat back down on my bed waiting in silence. "I'm not sure if she was there or if it was in my head, but she talked to me." Mal wasn't looking at me, just staring at her hands.
Now it made sense why Mal lagged behind. 'I probably would to if my dad started talking to me' I thought. I waited for a moment, but Mal wasn't talking so I began to probe "What did she say?" Mal cringed and I winced hoping that I didn't push to far.
She looked at me and I really wish she didn't. She looked so lost; her confident sly smirk was lost behind a trembling lips. Her eyes usually filled with mischief were glassy. "She asked me if I wanted to be evil like her? If I wanted to be mean, to make mischief our daily routine." She says quietly. "Don't I want to be ruthless and rotten and mad. Don't I want to be very, very good at being bad?" As she spoke it kind of sounded like a song, something very Maleficent like.
"That's not all she said, was it?" I already knew the answers, but Mal had gone back to being quiet.
"She said that this was preordained, that she and I would rule together freedom soon regains." 'Freedom that I ruined' I thought, bitterly. "She asked for my help Jay." Her lips trembled before she bit it, hard.
"That's nothing we didn't already know Mal." I said, wondering why this was hitting Mal so hard. We all knew the pressure Maleficent put on Mal to be her, to be evil just like her. 'It was an everyday occurrence so why? Why was this affecting her so hard?'
"I've been thinking." She says, throwing the sheet off of her swinging her legs off the bed before standing up.
"Your always thinking" I say trying to lighten the mood as she stands up to face the window. "You were the best schemer in school."
"Were," she asked turning her head her eyebrow raised.
"You keep loosing focus I might steal that title from you." I say with a smile watching as she turned back to look outside for a moment, no smile on her face.
"Mom and I agreed on one thing." She says, her back to me. I stood making my way over to her. It was still pretty dark out, but with the school lights we could make out the school's court yard and the road that brought us here, really the view was not that impressive. "We are evil, its true, and we are never gonna think twice." She crossed her arms tapping her fingers against her elbow. "But…"
"But" I say feeling that we were finally getting to the real problem here.
"I'm evil," she states nodding her head. "We're evil," she says looking at me as if waiting for an answer. I nod my head "We're evil" I repeated.
She smiled a bit, and her eyes were no longer glassy, but held determination. "But…but…I don't want" She gives out an angry sigh turning her head back towards the window.
"What don't you want Mal" I ask, crossing my arms over my chest knowing that what Mal had to say was important, but irritated that we were just running around in circles.
"I don't want to be my mother." She hisses whipping her head towards me her purple hair moving like fire around her. "I don't want to be her." She says, her hands clawing at her arms, as if trying to ground herself. "And I know how that sounds." She says shaking a bit as she spews her fears and angers. "I'm her daughter, I should look up to her, I should want to be her. I should be proud to be born the girl I am, to be born to a evilicious queen." Her nails were digging deeper into her skin and I was afraid that she was gonna draw blood soon.
Not thinking I grabbed Mal's hands again. "Mal enough." I say pulling her hands away from her arm. "Mal there is nothing wrong with not wanting be Maleficent"
"I'm her daughter" she exclaims her hands squeezing around mine a bit to tight.
"So what?" I snapped, "I'm Jafar's son and I accepted long ago that I would never be able to be like him." We had not realized how close we were to one another until Mal rested her forehead against my chest. Not a hug exactly because villains don't hug.
"I failed her," she says her voice shaking. "The one chance I got to prove myself I failed" I tried to cringe at the punch to the gut that statement gave me, knowing that if Mal wasn't so emotional she would find a way to comment on my part in that failure. "But part of me is glad." She says softer, her death grip on my hands loosening. "Glad because had we succeeded we would have given the wand to our parents and nothing would have changed for us, but now we have a chance. A chance to change thing to work in our favor."
I stared at her for a moment, not really sure what she wanted me to do with the bombshell she just dropped. Villains don't have heart to hearts. Villains don't share feelings. I watched as she lifted her head off my chest scanning my face. Her expressions changed from determined to worried to frustrated. "Well say something," she snaps a little to loudly removing her hands and taking a step back. We still as we hear the two sleeping forms start to stir. We stood waiting for the two to go back to sleep.
"What do you want me to say?" I asked, wondering why I didn't just wake Evie up when I had the chance.
She made a task noise. "I don't know." She says, honestly, looking upset. "Tell me I'm crazy, I'm wrong. Tell me that stealing this wand will change something for us. Tell me something" She sighs, her mouth turning into a frown. "Anything" and I would never say that Mal pleaded, but she was border lining.
"I think your right," I say, looking outside the window. "I think if we give our parents the wand than nothing changes at least for us. Auradon will be reeked and a new wave of evil will take over, but for us." I shake my head "We will always be there little screw up, never as good as them." I say honestly, which felt odd, always used to lying. However if Mal was being honest with me than its only fair I do the same. "I can't be my father even if I wanted to be," I say staring at Mal's reflection "I don't have the magic or the nerve to be that sadistic." She frowned harder, probably thinking about my failure to summon magic.
"Jay what happened-"
"Not today Mal" I snapped, sighing.
"You can you magic," she says, "So what's stopping you?"
"We are not talking about this?" I snap turning towards her. Mal seemed to have her spine back because her eyes narrowed her mouth a growl.
"And why not" she whispered harshly. "What are you so afraid of Jay?"
"ENOUGH" I shouted, not caring if I wake up Carlos and Evie, not caring if the whole school wakes up I was not going to talk about this. Just because Mal was willing to have a mental breakdown and have a good old heart to heart doesn't mean I was.
I turned back towards the window hoping that Mal would understand that this topic is dropped. I watched through the window as studied me, but she turned towards the window as well and for a moment we stayed quiet watching as it started to get lighter outside. A new dawn was coming and in my opinion it couldn't have come sooner.
"So what do we do?" Mal asked the frown still on her face.
"Simple we do what we always do. You scheme, I steal and we figure it out as we go along." I say nudging her with my arm.
She give a small smile "Its not that simple." She says shaking her head.
"Sure it is," I say, lying through my smile "You make a plan and we follow it. Simple."
"No its not. We need to figure out what to do?" She says running a hand through her hair.
"You want to know what I know for sure," I ask, going back to the bed.
"What" she says staying by the window, but following my movements.
"We don't have to figure it out all tonight." I say grabbing the sheet and walking over to her again to place it around her shoulders. "For now nothing has changed. We stay at Auradon" I say, guiding her back to bed she must have been more tired than I thought because she actually let me lead. "We do our best to keep out of to much trouble. Buy some time and figure out a plan. One that helps us."
Mal lies down on the bed grabbing at the sheet to tucking herself in. "My mother said something else to me," she says quietly, turning away from me. 'Dear Hades just how much did her mother tell her' I thought, worried. "She wanted me to promise her that I would be an absolute disgrace."
I sighed sitting down on the bed rest against the headboard. Hesitantly I reached over and ran my hand through her purple hair, something I knew she liked, but hated having done because she thought it showed weakness. Usually I only petted her hair in extreme situation. The last time being when she nabbed that salted caramel and her back was hurting her so much she couldn't move very much She sighed her eyes fluttering closed.
"Mal one way or another you will be." I say, glancing over to the other two sleeping forms. "We all will be." I mutter, not expecting her to hear.
"Promise" she asks, eyes still closed.
"Promise" I say, continuing to pet her hair until I was sure she had fallen asleep. 'I'll do whatever it takes to make sure we all end up with our own happy endings and I'll damn anyone who tries to stop us.' I thought, keeping a watch over the group before sleep finally over came me.
