Hey Descendants!
Got another new chapter! We're going to be following all the vks that were at the well, checking in to see how they're doing in that aftermath.
Three Weeks Later
Evie frowns as she compares her stitches from one side to the other, nothing had come out right since the day at the well. It felt as if they had lost two- friends? Two somethings, instead of gaining a new member. It was down right morally draining, and worse yet no one had seen or heard from Hyades or T since the incident. Albeit the latter was most likely missing in action due to the gravity of his wounds. Still it would be nice to know how Hyades felt about them.
Mal curses as she tosses another empty spray paint can to the side. "Ugh, there's never enough black on this fucking isle."
"Whatcha paintin' anyways?" Jay asks with a frown from where he was sharpening his sword. "You've been working on that mural for weeks."
"Don't know yet," Mal huffs as she plops down on the couch before she continues, "Shit ain't coming to me." She smirks when her mere presence makes Carlos jump.
"Long live evil ain't hackin' it anymore?" Jay raises a brow.
"I may not be E, but I know better than to decorate every wall the same." Mal snides back with a frown.
Evie smiles, "It's so true. Best to have a few colors carry through your decor rather than make everything match."
"Never thought I'd see the day Mal cared about-"
"Shut it. I care about my fuckin' art, kay?" Mal glares at Jay.
Jay holds his hands up in defeat, "Alright."
"Are… So are we gonna talk, ya know, about what happened?" Carlos asks hesitantly, forcing every word out as if each one was coarse glass. His eyes never straying from the project in front of him.
Evie pauses in her cross stitch, as she looks anxiously around the circle. "I'm with Carlos on this… We haven't heard from Deez in three weeks- And I'm concerned about T. I haven't seen him around either."
"T hurled himself at D while she was burning hotter than I've ever seen, I'm sure he's sleeping those burns off." Jay shrugs, almost too casually.
Mal snorts, "What type of psycho fucking does that by the way?"
"T." Carlos shrugs, "It's not the first time I've seen him be reckless like that…"
Evie nods, "If he can throw himself in front of a blade to save my face, I honestly don't know what he wouldn't do if he takes a positive interest in someone."
"So have all of you been having communications with this freak behind my back?" Mal snarls, "Because it sounds like you all know this fuckin' kid pretty well."
Evie and Carlos share wide eyed glances, but thankfully Jay wasn't cowed.
"I wouldn't say any of us know T, the kid just shows up where and when he pleases if he takes an interest that day… Its on and off with him." Jay tries to assuage her anger. "He finds us more than we find him, and before you go off on us, know that we both know that I can be sneakier than you, and the kids snuck up on me, let alone Carlos and E."
"Well what the fuck is his angle then?" Mal demands as she studies Jay with a scowl.
"I think he just likes knowing what people are doing." Jay says after a moment of thought.
"Why though?" Mal frowns, as she crosses her arms. "And how much have you three shared with him?"
"Well… Sometimes it sounds like T lived under a troll." Jay chuckles lightly, "Like he doesn't know things, or understand them."
Carlos nods his head emphatically. "Yeah, like he just doesn't get some things, so I think he's just tryin' to learn. He's come to me for help on a few sophisticated science matters." He volunteers without thinking.
"For me!" Evie quickly adds, "They made me a knock out lip gloss."
Mal tilts her head to the side, "You just said C made that for you." She scowls.
Evie blushes as she looks away, "I wasn't sure how you'd feel about me needing to be rescued."
"Confused. Concerned. And frustrated you didn't tell me sooner. Was the prick that came at you even taught a lesson? Has he come at you again?"
Evie shakes her head. "T knocked him out, and nothing like that has happened since Mal, I swear." She blinks innocently.
Mal's lips curl in disgust. "Jay tell me you don't owe this kid shit?"
"Nope, we don't owe each other shit." Jay shakes his head, "T doesn't like to be in debt as much as we don't."
Mal sighs as she rubs her temples. "And this headache is who you want to recruit? It sounds like he'd trash our rep within a month."
"What is our rep anyways?" Carlos asks before he can stop himself.
"We're rotten to the core. We're nasty, vicious, cruel, and heartless." Mal rolls her eyes in annoyance.
"But, we're not always like that with each other." Evie softly interjects.
"But we should always be that way outside these walls and even in here it's not safe to assume your not being watched." Mal challenges with a frown.
"Paranoid much?" Jay lightly teases.
"Met my mother much?" Mal quips back.
Carlos shudders.
"Look," Evie sets her sewing aside and crosses her legs at the ankle before she continues, "I'm just saying, we do the stealing and the bad stuff to keep the adults off our backs right? And to keep the other gangs from moving in. But, I'll stop and help Dizzy when she needs it. So, I guess what we're asking is, how does T hurt our rep, when we all do stuff like that?"
"If he's gone out of his way to pull Auradon bullshit for the two of you, what makes you think he ain't pulling those stunts all over the isle?" Mal asks with a raised brow.
"Because he stays away from Cora and Atilla's territories." Jay answers easily, "Says those people aren't worth his time."
"So he does have an agenda!" Mal's eyes light up.
"Sher Kan couldn't make that jump Mal…" Jay rolls his eyes, "What are you talking about?"
Mal rolls her eyes, "What jump? The kid has us and the rats as a priority. Why wouldn't that be shady as fuck to you? Or do you really just think this kid is just selectively 'saving' others out of the kindness of his fucking heart? That's fucking stupid Jay. The kid is either working for someone or has his own plans."
"He follows Freddie too, that's the only one that's come up in conversation, but I'm sure he follows other people too. And D. I think he just likes following the interesting people." Jay shrugs and starts going through his pockets, rearranging his 'treasures' by worth, "I'm not even sure what all of us would possibly have in common for him to have an agenda."
Mals eyes narrow suspiciously. "Everyone always has an agenda."
"So what's D's then?"
Mal scowls, "To be a pain in the ass." She rolls her eyes, "And Deez's agenda is everything the isle is against. I've learned that much."
Carlos shakes his head as he works on his project, but then looks up, "D's agenda is that we shouldn't pay for our parents' mistakes, which isn't a bad agenda."
"We're not paying for their mistakes Carlos, we're biding our time till we can fulfill our legacies." Mal corrects him with a glare.
"Oh, right," Carlos grumbles under his breath as he gets back to work, "That's what we're calling it."
"That's what we're calling it." Mal rolls her eyes, "I'm going to pick up where my mother left off."
Carlos sighs, "Yes Mal."
Evie looks up with a bright smile on her face, "Well, I want to be like my mother. Marry a rich prince, move to his huge castle. With hundreds of rooms and thousands of mirrors... " Her face falls, "But, that's it. Just, you know, marry a prince and become a queen."
Mal lets out a huff, "Any epiphanies you'd like to share Jay?"
"I think you might be the only one that really wants to be like the OVs." Jay puts his hands behind his head as he leans back, "I wanna do things my way."
"At least that's one thing we can agree on…" Mal flashes her gang a wicked half smile, "We all wanna do things our way."
"But, not all of us have your reputation and family history Mal." Carlos sighs before he shoves his project away, "Everyone's afraid of you. And you like it."
"Not enough people afraid of you pup?" Mal asks with a pout.
"No… And why would they be?"
"Sounds like something we need to work on then doesn't it?"
"Why work on a hopeless cause?" Evie asks off handedly.
"Because it reflects badly on the rest of us." Mal counters. "And C ain't hopeless, he's just untapped."
"No… I'm pretty sure I'm just hopeless." Carlos quickly agrees with Evie, "My evil quotient is really low, the only thing that keeps it in the double digits is my fascination with science and tech."
Mal lets out a deep breath, "Well, what I've been trying to fucking say is that if people aren't afraid of you, that means they aren't afraid of me and that's a fucking problem."
Carlos tilts his head to the side, "It's not like the Gastons were going to kill me or anything, most of the time they just push me around and yell at me until I let them see what I have. Sometimes they even give it back."
Jay gestures to Carlos, "I think what the pup is trying to say is that if people weren't scared of you, they'd take things a lot further."
"And what I'm trying to say is that if our weight isn't carrying to no one fucking with the pup we ain't doin' shit right." Mal crosses her arms over her chest. "It just seems like it's time to step up our game and be a bit more aggressive with the other gangs to remind them why the fuck we're number one, with or without Deez. I'm not putting us in that situation again. Mother can deal with it."
"Yeah, I'm down." Jay pumps his arm excitedly.
Evie shrugs one shoulder daintily, "It couldn't hurt to remind them that we're rotten-"
"To the core." Carlos finishes with a small smile.
Hey again,
We had another successful Monday and are both happy to report that things are starting to look up. Everyone cross your fingers, or whatever luck bringer works for you, Twisted and her husband are looking at a house for sale five minutes away from me and my family! So excited! Also, I have a cool job interview on Thursday. Don't worry, my Mondays are sacred. But I'd appreciate the luck for that as well.
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