Yo, yo, yo!
Guess what bitches!
Dark's on her B-day vacay!
That's right, Dark is turning-
Dead.
Could you imagine?
Putting your Bestie on blast like that?
I mean, I usually tote's would, but legit bitch would kill me, and yes sure, she'd continue the story so there's really no investment there, but still. I actually enjoy writing, uh, I mean living.
No, but seriously.
Dark is the real puppet master pulling the strings, I just come up with random plots- Dark though? Dark puts that shit in action and then punches you with a chair to the gut, yeah, I know what I said, (Fight me) with emotional torment.
Seriously you, there wouldn't be a story without Dark.
I don't have the attention span for that shit.
I don't come up with the timelines, outlines, or (dead) any other kinda lines.
And honestly, if it was just me writing the middle of the first book would have ended in a nuclear cloud. (all my personal stories end in nuclear bombs. All you better hope she never dies, cause that's how every series we're writing will end.)
So if ya wanna give her some love because she doesn't pull this type of shit, what type of shit?
This kinda shit-
I forgot what day we post since, ya know, can read any chapter whenever I want-
Oh, and know exactly what fucked shit is happening to the Sea Fam-
Which is nice- If I were you guys that'd be killin' me right now.
She groans as her head hits the desk.
Why couldn't he just accept she was totally okay with her C average?
Coasting was so more her style.
"Come on," He chuckles as he pats her pack.
Ugh.
She could just hear his grin.
"It's not that bad." He continues. "It's just some math, and I even weaved strawberries into it."
She groans again as she props her chin on the table petulantly as her gaze settles on the bowl that he was purposefully keeping out of reach.
"Come on, finish the line." Ben prompts as he pulls a large berry from the bowl.
She pulls herself up as she glares at the problem for several moments.
She felt like fucking Dude begging for a treat.
"T fucking dammit," She huffs, blowing a strand of hair from her face.
"Hmm?" Ben tilts his head to the side as he studies the strawberry in his hand.
She studies him for a moment before her head hits the desk. "Fuck me." She once more groans.
Ben smiles as he passes the strawberry to her.
She stares at it traitorously before she sits up and quickly scoops it up before popping it in her mouth.
"You know how to do it," Ben encourages as he taps his pencil against her notebook, "I think it's just the exponent that's throwing you off."
"Ugh. When the fuck will I ever need this shit again?"
"College." Ben shrugs, "If that's what you want to do. I know a few that have great art programs."
"Fan-fucking-tastic." She breathes out, "And what the fuck does math have to do with art, exactly?"
Ben blinks before he chuckles, "I'm not an artist, so how would I know?"
"Oh, fuck you." She huffs as she props her cheek in her hand, thoroughly done.
"I know math comes up a lot in the study of magic."
"No, it comes up in potions-" She pauses.
Potions.
Ugh.
T was going to have a fucking field day 'trial and erroring' that shit.
She closes her eyes.
You had to inherently be magic for that shit, right?
Please let that be right.
It was going to be T watch two-point-o.
"Which fuck that shit."
"In the advanced magical theory class I took, we had to learn all kinds of formulas that sorcerers have to know to perform spells correctly." Ben shrugs as he traces her inner wrist with a finger, "Maybe fairy magic works differently, or maybe it's the advanced stuff that gets tricky."
Her eyes narrow, "Fine, I get it, Beastie." She rolls her eyes as she picks up the pencil begrudgingly. "It's still fucking dumb, though." She drops her eyes back to the page and taps the eraser against the table aggressively.
Ben sighs before he bites his lip, "Hey um, can I ask a question?"
"Please," She drops her pencil and turns to him.
He smiles, but it wasn't his normal amused smile.
It was tight.
Her stomach twists in a knot.
That wasn't good.
"We still have to study for finals. But, I need to know something, something about the Isle." He bites his lip as he reaches out and takes her hand.
Her eyes sweep over him.
Fuck it.
Still better than math.
"Sup?" Though she still can't keep the hesitance from her tone.
"As far as you knew, there wasn't anything like the internet or computers on the Isle, right?"
Her eyes narrow. "C used to fuck with that shit. Made a few working ones… But the internet? I mean, there had to be, right? How else would we have talked to the shitiots?"
"That's true." He nods slowly, "But, did you guys ever find cameras?"
"T found one and had C fix it." She tilts her head to the side, "Hence the pictures."
Ben wasn't fucking stupid.
So, why the fuck was he asking T-level obvious questions?
Ben's eyes narrow before his eyes widen, "Oh, yes. Of course. That camera." He takes a deep breath, "You never saw anything like video cameras on the Isle, though?"
Her brow furrows, "Like on our phones?"
"Well, no. Here-" Ben grabs his phone and taps something into it before he turns it towards her, "Something like this?"
She studies the image carefully.
"It looks like a black nail." She frowns, "how the fuck would I have noticed that?"
Ben sighs as he sets his phone aside, "Because apparently they were all over the Isle, and you managed to take out thirteen of them with spray paint."
She snorts, "I spray paint ever-" She pauses, "Wait. What the fuck did you just say?"
Ben takes a slow breath, "There were cameras on the Isle. Apparently, from the very beginning."
Cameras.
Beginning.
Isle.
Memories surface unprompted.
Emaciated urchins.
Even she'd been able to recognize how starved they'd been. How hungry they'd been. Always looking away when C had thrown them scraps.
The adults that blatantly beat them. From the smallest toddler to the oldest of the teens.
The way the OVs treated them like they were animals.
Even Deez hadn't been able to escape that one.
And if there had been-
There was no way there weren't any in the fucking temple.
The attacks between the different factions.
Different 'classes'.
Even with Evie being near the top of the food chain, she'd been targeted more times than she could count.
Targeted her for-
No.
She refused to finish that thought.
Fuck, there was so much.
The gang wars.
How vicious they'd been forced to be, even in the beginning- Among kids barely out of the cat litter they'd called a sandbox.
The entertainment.
T.
How many times did she-
Fuck.
How many times had she kicked the shit outta T, the freak, on-
Fuck.
The public humiliations.
Gil.
The kid who'd saved her.
Her.
She was his Captain's biggest rival, and he'd saved her from the horror that was that fucking spider.
She'd remembered how she'd laughed every time Gaston had paraded the blatantly bruised limping kid around.
How much she wished she actually enjoyed it along with everyone else laughing at him.
How cruel she acted to hide it.
Carlos-
She hadn't remembered there was a pencil in her hand until it snaps.
"Was there now?" She asks in a low tone that surprised even her.
"Yes." Ben nods as his grip on her hand tightens, "They were forced to admit to the cameras when the King requested a status update of the Isle." He shakes his head, "I'm- fuck, sorry, it doesn't even begin to cover what I am." He growls deeply, "Like even in the slightest."
She closes her eyes as she takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly.
She'd never been so pissed she'd gone numb before.
She should be throwing shit.
She should be screaming in outrage.
She should be storming off to go find the others.
She should be a lot of things.
But instead, nothing.
Just a strange nothing that washed over her.
How many kids had died before they'd even made it out of- she couldn't call them diapers.
Rags?
How many kids-
Forsaken.
Worthless.
Undesirable.
Here.
The Isle.
What was the point?
It didn't matter where they went.
They were unwanted.
She slowly stands, "Excuse me." She says quietly as she pulls her hand back.
Another tone she didn't recognize.
She wasn't even sure what the fuck was wrong with her.
She just didn't want to be-
She needed out.
She needed a walk.
She needed to not vomit on her homework.
She needed to be alone.
Cameras.
They'd had-
The whole time.
She should be raging.
She should be storming to-
Who exactly?
The king?
She's concerned when she doesn't so much as scoff.
She'd never felt so…
Blank.
Numb.
That alone should scare her, but…
Nothing.
She didn't even realize she was approaching the woods until the familiar feeling of being watched hits her.
The guards.
The guards who were supposed to be protecting them from threats.
The ones who didn't stop her mother.
Evil Queen.
Cruella.
Jafar.
More Auradonians watching and doing nothing.
She turns on her heel and walks back towards the school.
No.
The last thing she needed to feel were eyes on her that didn't belong to the Shadow.
So she walks.
And walks.
And walks.
Until she's at a vaguely familiar door.
She doesn't even take the time to stare at it.
To contemplate it.
She just walks in.
Walks to the couch and sits.
Staring at nothing.
She could be alone here, even if it wasn't alone.
At least the chill of his eyes on her felt familiar, even if they weren't the eyes she was yearning for.
Another mystery.
Why was she missing that?
Missing T's eyes on her?
Another layer she didn't want to touch.
Cobra wouldn't bother her.
Just like when their Shadow was in a mood.
She knew that, at least.
He looks up from the stack of paperwork when he hears his door open.
Without warning.
That was new.
As was the look on Mal's face when she entered.
Without even looking in his direction or acknowledging him, she walks over and sits on the furthest couch.
Sits so straight he could almost hear the strain on her spine.
He collects the loose pages and stands them up, tapping them against his desk to straighten them out.
"I'll be blunt."
Mal stiffens further, her curled hands on her lap tighten.
She briefly glances in his direction, but her gaze settles on the wall behind him.
And still, she doesn't say as much as a syllable.
"This room is for your use, but I do have work to do, so I will be staying. I am making tea. I will be putting a cup in front of you. You don't have to drink it. And if you decide to talk or ask questions, you will get my full attention and honesty. Until you make it clear you desire a conversation, I will not interfere or ask any follow-up questions."
Mal breathes out slowly as she waves dismissively.
He nods curtly when she relaxes slightly.
He doesn't say any more as he walks over to fill the kettle and click it on.
He shuffles through his tea selection, quickly finding the blend Nani added into the side of her notes.
Strawberry chamomile.
He pulls a black tea bag out and two mugs.
What could have prompted this unexpected visit?
She seemed ridgid, near to brittle with it.
And while she responded, which was a good sign, she was flippant about it.
For Mal, it was another good sign.
He returns to his seat and resumes his paperwork, with only an occasional glance in her direction.
Nothing.
Nothing more.
Just an empty blank stare.
When the kettle blows, Mal doesn't so much as flinch.
She gets up and switches it off before she pours the steaming water into the cups, without so much as an emotion.
He'd be impressed if it wasn't concerning.
From everything he'd read and discerned about Mal, she was passionate.
Easy to anger.
Quick to respond.
But now?
Nothing.
She remains silent as she turns and stares at him.
Expectation a bare whisper on her emotionless face.
So, even in the grip of some big emotion, she was still considerate enough to ask how he takes his tea.
Even without words.
Interesting.
"Thirteen and a half spoons. No milk."
She turns back, the only noise the clinking of the spoon against the glass.
He looks up when she places the mug at his elbow, "Thank you." He nods as he slides it closer.
Nothing.
She just walks away to set her mug down in front of her before she resumes her stare at the wall.
Well, he'd wanted to complete his task list, and it was looking like he was about to get his wish.
Two hours pass in silence.
A not unpleasant silence.
He was concerned for Mal, but he could also appreciate a fellow seeker of solace in introversion.
But the silence is interrupted when his phone chimes.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
David then.
Brah, weird question, but have you seen Mal?
-D
Ben is looking for her.
-D
He told her about the cameras…
-D
Ah.
The cameras.
That would explain her current state.
He sighs.
She is safe.
I will update you if needed.
For now, do not disturb.
-CB
It takes another hour to finish his tasks.
An hour to reorganize his files.
Another two to catch up on his puppy and kitten memes.
He stands.
"Follow me." He states before he walks to the door.
She turns and studies him before she stands.
She needed to do something.
Move.
Punch pillows.
Shoot something.
Anything to bleed some of the pent-up energy she was holding tightly in check.
She seemed blank and numb on the surface, but as time passed, he'd begun to sense the boiling rage under her surface.
She doesn't so much as ask as she follows. Five feet behind.
No closer.
No farther.
He pulls his phone out and sends a text to David and Nani, asking them to pick up her favorite food and deliver dinner for the two of them at the range.
She stares at the door before a heavy sigh leaves her.
Hours.
She'd avoided everyone for fucking hours.
Her pack was worried about her.
Nani was worried about her.
Ben was worried about her.
She'd known that was going to happen.
Somewhere, in the back of her head where she hadn't had access to.
But she just needed to be alone.
Alone.
But not out of sight.
T forbid someone had thought she'd run away or some other bull shit like that and sent a fucking search party and shit.
She'd just been done.
So fucking done.
Cameras.
It hurt.
It hurt in ways she didn't understand.
Didn't want to understand.
So instead, she'd blindly shot until she fell and cried.
And she had cried.
And screamed.
She'd have been embarrassed, but by the time she'd remembered Cobra was there, he was already gone.
She wasn't sure why that had been a relief as much as it stung.
But the sting had gone away when she'd walked out the door and found him standing next to it as stoic as ever.
He'd given her an outlet.
He'd given her privacy.
He'd even given her a hug when she'd looked at him, probably looking as lost as she felt.
It had been different.
But not something she'd hated.
And certainly not something she was ever going to look into.
He'd given her exactly what she hadn't known she needed.
She was spent, but she had also collected herself enough to do this.
That and she'd checked the camera on her phone obsessively to make sure it didn't look like she'd just sobbed for however long she had.
The last thing Ben needed was more guilt.
It wasn't his fault.
He hadn't known.
She knew that at least.
She glances towards the dark windows, and yeah, it had to be close to one.
But, she turns back to the door.
She knew she would've been-
Her eyes widen when she hears a crash.
Her fist immediately pounding quickly against the door.
Her brow furrows at the muffled "What?" growled in the room.
She blinks, that had both sounded, and yet also didn't sound like-
"Ben?" She calls out in confusion.
She listens at the door at the movement before the door suddenly snaps open.
She can't help the way she stares up at him.
At his red cheeks.
The mottling of red across the rest of his fair skin.
His tousled hair.
His wrinkled clothing, half unbuttoned shirt, and skewed tie.
But it's the molten gold of his eyes that held her attention.
She'd seen them a plethora of colors.
Blue.
Gray.
Green.
Fuck, somehow even brown.
But the gold peering down at her was new.
"Mal?" He breathes out, his voice sounding almost hollow as he stares back at her.
"Sup?" She asks as her head tilts slightly.
"Mal." He repeats her name before he pulls her into a tight hug.
She frowns.
He was trembling.
Shaking.
But, even she could tell it wasn't from fear or anything of that nature.
She nuzzles into him as she returns the hug.
He was so tense.
Tense and shaking.
Like she got when she was…
Could Ben even get pissed?
Had she done this?
"Sorry." She breathes, feeling heat creep up her face. "I just-"
"You haven't done anything to be sorry for," Ben whispers against her hair as he presses her closer, one hand resting on the back of her head as he inches back into the room and shuts the door with his foot.
She rests her head against the crook of his shoulder. Her eyes widen when she feels the heat rising off of him.
Literally feels the slam of his heart against his chest.
She pulls back slightly and glances at his neck.
The way the vein visibly pulses.
"I- I'm not sure why-" Ben shakes his head before he bows it to rest on her shoulder, "No, that's not true. I know why I'm so fucking furious. I want to just-" He takes a shuddering breath, "I don't know. Every time I think I have it under control, it just rises up all over again. And it just-" He clings to her.
Clings to her.
Like his life depended on it.
She pulls back-
Or at least tries to, but she meets solid resistance.
She blinks as an unfamiliar sensation pools in her gut.
She's quiet as she feels more heat flare up her face.
A confusing sensation, but not unpleasant.
An unbidden, muffled groan passes her lips.
Another strange thing, in an unfamiliar situation.
AKA-
She didn't know what the fuck was happening.
She was worried.
Concerned.
But she also... Liked it?
The fuck was up with today?
"Please, just-" Ben shakes his head against her neck, "stay with me? Please. I know you're pissed-"
She nods slowly as her arms tighten around him before she impulsively places a kiss against his racing pulse. "Not at you." Her lips brush against him.
Ben's hold on her somehow tightens even more before he picks her up, "I'm not trying anything, but I don't care about proper right now." He explains tightly before he pulls her to his chest and collapses into his bed.
She looks away, confused when more heat pools at the action.
"Kay?" She questions uncertainty.
Like she cared if they shared his bed.
Alone.
She nuzzles against him again.
Was she enjoying the vice-like grip he had her in?
"I'll answer any questions you have, I promise." Ben runs his fingers through her hair, "I just, I think I just needed you."
She shifts in an attempt to pull back.
He'd never been so hard to read before.
Ben was as transparent as Deez's glass, always.
But right now?
Still, she can't more than readjust.
She bites her lip before she just nods and settles against him, oddly content despite being at such a clear disadvantage.
They lay there like that, for how long she would never know.
It didn't feel like a long time.
But would it if she liked it?
The only indications she noticed of things changing was how she slowly grew less hot, as if his temperature was finally coming down.
The tightness of his arms, while never going fully slack, slowly loosened.
His heartbeat under her ear slowed.
But it was the deep breath he takes that finally draws her attention.
"I'm so glad you came back." He finally admits, his voice much softer now.
She pulls back and nudges his chin with her forehead. "Don't be dumb," She huffs. "I barely left."
His lips curve into a small smile, "I guess I was just being dumb the whole time then."
Her mouth opens, and the words spill out without thought. "If this is your dumb, it looks good on you."
"Does it?" Ben chuckles as he shifts to rest his back against the pillows piled in front of his headboard, pulling her with him to continue to rest against his chest.
Heat flares to life again as it burns her cheeks, "Apparently."
"I'll remind you of this next time you say I'm being dumb." He chuckles again as he gently finger-combs her hair, "I thought I was just being-" His brow furrows, "Actually, I have no idea what that was."
She shifts to drape her arms around his shoulder, "Seems to be going around today."
"Are you okay?"
"Better now," She admits as she kisses his jaw.
"I'm glad you're better." He drags his free hand down his face, "I don't know what I was thinking, asking you the way I did, not that there was any way that would have been better-" He shakes his head, "But I knew you didn't know about them. I knew it. But the spray paint thing." He forms a fist with his hand and taps it to his forehead.
She sighs, "Thank you. For telling me. I'm sorry that's how I reacted. I just-" She bites her lip, "Didn't know what to do with it, honestly still don't… But, thank you. For like trusting me and shit."
"I was never going to hide it from you." Ben says as he shifts to lay on his side, facing her with his deep green eyes that seemed to be able to stare into her mind, "I promise I will never hide anything from you. I might be terrible at telling you, but I will always tell you."
A slow, small smile curves her lips, "I believe you." She shifts to caress his jaw, "Know you wouldn't. I- I'm sorry I didn't handle that well, I just-" She looks down with a sigh as she moves her arm back to drape around his neck again to hide her face, "So many things just- I don't know, clicked or something." She sighs, "And I-" She bites her lip, "It- I still don't know… hurt maybe? That doesn't feel right, but it's as close as I can describe it… But, it wasn't something I'd ever felt before..."
Her brow furrows, but she was pretty sure she'd seen it.
Seen something close to it anyways.
Twice.
One she was scared of.
One she was scared for.
"I'm having something similar." Ben admits softly before he presses his lips to the top of her head, "Something I don't understand. But it's definitely related to anger. Maybe disgust too."
She sighs, "I didn't know you knew how to get angry." She tries to tease but knows it falls short.
Ben snorts, "The problem lately is not showing it."
She tilts her head up and studies him, "I'm used to showing it, but-" She bites her lip again, "I- it was more today. Just more."
Too much.
Anger.
Disgust.
Hurt.
Desolate.
Ben closes his eyes as he takes a deep breath. "I want them to pay for this. At first, I just wanted to get all the Children of the Isle here, but now I want them to pay for this. I want justice, not just the right thing."
Ben.
Her Ben.
Could be vindictive?
"They've caused so much-" His shoulders tense as his voice catches in his throat, "Anguish. So much pain and suffering. They've manipulated. They kept things quiet. That's not okay. And I don't need people like that. People who are only looking out for their own self-interest."
She can't help her flinch as she ducks her face.
Hadn't that been what she'd been striving for?
Not here.
Not now.
But then.
Back on the Isle.
"It's one thing to look out for yourself, another to hurt someone else in the process. An entire Isle of innocent children. They knew. For fucking years." Ben's teeth grind together, "Years. They watched the suffering and didn't care, and then pretended to know nothing of it when I spoke up about it."
She swallows hard before she closes her eyes and lets out a melancholic sigh, "Ben, it's okay, it's not like we aren't used to it."
Unwanted.
Entertainment.
That's all they've ever been.
She wasn't sure why it had shocked her so badly to hear that that's what they were here.
Base instincts were base instincts when it came to revenge.
And that was the common thread here.
Both sides were bitter.
Both wanted retribution.
Their, the Isle kids, collected misery was just a plus.
Ben's eyes turn glassy before he presses their foreheads together, "That's the problem, Mal. It's not okay. It will never be okay. It will never be good enough. I thought I was correcting an oversight. But it wasn't. This was observed. And I'm never going to be okay with that."
"Ben…" She sighs. Of course he wouldn't.
Goodness bled off of him like Deez's fire burned everything to ashes.
Naturally.
With ease.
"I'm not losing sight of the goal." He kisses her cheek, "I will get everyone free. But after that, I will make sure the council pays for neglecting their duties. Duties, basic humanities, decency. I will make sure it's exposed and make sure it can never happen in our kingdom again."
"Ben you can't-" She pauses.
Ours?
The word stood out like Deez in the shadows.
Her brow furrows together.
"I can't what?"
"Can't-" She blinks. Where had she been going?
She takes a deep breath.
Ours?
She shakes her head as she does her best to recall-
"Can't, um, that?" She responds lamely.
Ben's brow furrows, "I can't hold them accountable?"
Her eyes widen, "No, I mean, yes, but, uh, that is to say- I just-" She bites her lip.
Accountable?
Oh!
"You can't like, stop it. All of it. As much of a utopia Auradon-"
"You're right." Ben takes a slow, steady breath, "I might not be able to control people's actions, but I can show them the consequences their actions will get them if they are not good actions. The council believes they are above reproach." His eyes narrow, "They are not. I know, in my heart, this is what I have to do. I have to play nice and work with them for now. But the moment my father reworks the law infrastructure, and we have every Isle kid safe, they will have to face punishment for their actions."
"Like what?"
He takes a deep breath, "That's the problem. Nothing I can think of is good enough."
She huffs, "You could send them to the Isle for a week." She offers darkly.
Ben snorts, "They wouldn't make it."
She knew that.
"I keep coming back to the fact the first thing I have to do is mount a case in public. Let the people judge the facts. After that, by our laws, people are stripped of titles and wealth."
"Like what Robin Hood did?"
Ben smiles, "Yes."
Huh.
She'd never gotten a chance to meet King John. He hadn't made it through the... leadership disputes.
And that spoke volumes.
Even Prince Hans managed to hold his own.
She can't help her smirk, "I think that would be a wicked idea."
She could just picture Qu- Leah's face.
More taunt, more disgusted, more well, every emotion that had flickered on the woman's face during Hiro's debate.
She couldn't imagine how the Royals would deal with becoming subjects, unable to swing their dicks around.
Was it good enough?
Her eyes narrow.
Was anything.
They'd purposefully ignored so many atrocities.
So many deaths.
So much degradation.
Her grip tightens around Ben reflexively.
No, it wasn't.
But-
If she thought about it too much, she'd become spiteful.
Wrathful.
Vengeful.
Hold the grudges too closely.
Malicious.
Something she'd realized long ago she didn't want to be.
But had every potential of becoming if she let the hatred grow.
But, didn't everyone have that potential?
That proclivity.
It wasn't nature.
You weren't just born evil.
Born good- maybe.
Her nose crinkles.
Philosophy was a fucking rabbit hole she had no desire to chase.
Choices.
It came down to choices.
Hold a grudge? Or forgive your enemy?
Revenge? Or justice?
That one was harder. Where did one line begin and the other end?
She huffs.
Dumb.
These were fucking Carlos and Deez dilemmas.
The council could go fuck itself for making her have these musings alone.
Dudez.
Like dudes.
Mal is a mood.
Like a seriously intense mood.
This chapter was hard to write. There was just so much encompassed in it. So much hurt. Agony. Suffering.
I wrote it, well Mal's pov anyways, and I had to pull from every depressing, painful memory I had to get it. Hopefully it helped get your heart to ache. I can't imagine the level Mal was feeling it. It's a fucking terrible place to be.
Helpless.
Powerless.
Realizing how unwanted you are.
How little you matter.
To both your guardians and the people watching on.
That I get on an intimate level. I used to go to school with bruises and shiners. And nothing. Not the teachers, councilors, or nurses ever reported shit, let alone asked. I was so fucking alone.
It was probably the lowest time of my life. A time I find it hard to look back on even with years of counseling, and god knows I'm not the only person to be there, and that hurts too.
Can you imagine the impact this had on Mal tho?
Cameras.
PPL watching with so little fucks they never even lifted a finger to do anything about it.
Possibly even enjoyed watching it.
It makes me as angry as it does want to cry.
Mal was feeling so many complicated emotions in this one.
*sighs*
So was Ben.
Ben was certainly a mood of his own.
Any guesses yet as to what's happening to him?
Anyone appreciating Cobra for giving Mal an outlet?
This chapter make you feel shit?
Think we did Mal justice?
Let us know
In the comments below
Much love, and appreciation,
-Twisted