There has already been a good deal of support already tonight that I have decided to already continue with the second chapter.
Jay's eyes bolted open, and his breathing was erratic. He looked to his right only to see that Carlos still wasn't back. His eyes then shifted to the clock seeing it was midnight. The curfew was an hour ago. He sighed in disappointment. How could he sleep like this? Knowing that Carlos wasn't coming back to the dorms…to him tonight.
A soft whimper came from his right, and Dude jumped up on his bed. Normally, Dude wasn't allowed on his bed, but Jay felt too lonely. And that wasn't good for a villain. He took Dude in his arms and hugged the mut tightly. Maybe Carlos would be back tomorrow…he hoped.
Carlos stood his ground thinking too many thoughts at once. His over exerted mind couldn't comprehend that Gaston had escaped The Isle of the Lost, coming over here to Auradon and living right in their cities. Maybe Carlos was just losing his mind. Yeah, that's reasonable. He took his left hand bringing it fast and hard slapping his face.
He closed his eyes and looked up once more, "Oh my god! But how!?"
Gaston remained silent, "Idiot boy, keep your voice low. Don't you know the city is a dangerous place for young boys."
"This place is all giggly fun in comparison to The Isle of the Lost," Carlos reprimanded.
Gaston gave a loud thumping laugh just like Carlos had read in the books. This was the first time he had ever met Gaston. When he had talked about Gaston to his mother, she had only snorted babbling stuff about Gaston being dead and a low life to all villins. Now, he was talking to the infamous villain. He became excited as well. I mean, he was talking to a man who almost killed Beast.
"This is so cool," A wide smile appearing on his face, "You're the Gaston. I have always looked up to you. My mother just tried stealing 101 Dalmatians, but you almost killed the king. Of course, who would have known he would be king during your time."
Gaston breathed in staring down evilly, "Let us go to my place."
Carlos giggled with laughter. He was actually going to be in the same place where Gaston slept. It was overwhelming to him. He smiled and nodded letting Gaston show the way. On their way, Gaston explained and cleared up a couple of things on how he had gotten to the island. For one, there were people in the castle who were traitors to the king and queen. And there still are. Gaston knew one of them fairly well, and they had devised a plan to get him out without another soul knowing.
He didn't let Carlos know who this person was, but it had been 5 years since Gaston escaped, but that didn't explain why everyone on the lost isle thought he was dead. So, Carlos added a couple more questions and Gaston answered delightfully. It had been 10 years since he faked his death hiding out in the depths of the lost isle. Hidden caves and such that lied below the island itself. Carlos wish he had known about those while he still lived on the island. But continued listening. He didn't get too in depth on how he died, but that was another story to tell. Soon, he digressed on how he had murdered countless people to get to Auradon and that his motives weren't purely to just escape.
His partner, one of the traitors in the castle, tell him everything that goes on and that's how he knew about Carlos. He had told Carlos that he was going to go see the four of them soon. It was just a matter of preparation, but since Carlos made it before the preparation, this made excellent time.
"Wait, I'm confused. Why would you want to come see us," Carlos questioned tilting his head.
"Well, I need you and your friends for my ultimate plan," He sighed, "I know you guys don't want to be evil, but I know things in the castle that you would not believe. I can't give you details, but they are betraying you guys slowly. They don't want you guys here."
"We need to overthrow this dynasty and craft a new one. I am not like I used to be. I am not the villain I was. I am different. I of course am still brutal and large, but I do have a heart. I learned to make one."
Carlos hesitated, "How are you planning to overthrow the king and queen," He didn't give a yes or no answer to Gaston's ultimate question.
"That question must be answered at another time," He smiled, "We're here."
Gaston opened a large door hastily and the light filled the dark room. The place was empty, but felt oddly warm inside. Carlos stepped in smiling stupidly at everything.
"This place is so cool," He jumped around from a packed bookshelf, to a warm toasting fire, on to a large comfy couch.
He slid right onto it humming in approval, "I can just make this my home."
A large, deep laugh filled the room. This time it sounded different than when Gaston was outside on the street. It could have been for the fact that they were now in enclosed spaces and the outside world was barely audible, but it sounded like a mixture of something that Carlos could not put his hands on.
Gaston plopped down next to Carlos placing a hand on his back making the young boy shiver, "Are you cold? You're right by the fire."
Carlos' breath hitched in his throat when he heard the gruff voice. His hair stood straight, and he lifted on to all fours staring up at the man. He let the shaky breath out not realizing how long he had held it.
"Well, I guess I should get next to the fire," He gulped ready to move any moment.
"It's alright. I can make you warm," Gaston grinned, "I do know how to cook."
"What are you cooking," Carlos asked being drawn into those coal eyes.
Right before he made it to Gaston's face, the older ripped his face to the right, "Well, I guess you can decide."
And his voice was right back to where it was and Carlos felt the immense weight lift off of his shoulders. What was he about to do? His breathing returned to normal, and he moved off of the couch over by the fireplace to rest his thoughts.
"I don't mind. I can eat anything," Carlos just stared at the fire, "By the way, do you know what time it…is?"
He looked around but Gaston had already vanished into the next room. This was turning out to be a really weird night.
Word had got around that Jay had apparently said meaningful things to a crowd of people .He was the talk of the school, and he was hating every minute of it. It was completely different when Carlos was there to see him score and cheer him on, but now that Carlos wasn't here, there was no point in trying to be cool. He sighed when a couple girls came up to him trying to flirt. Their shirts coming down low showing off their sexy curves, but he just wasn't feeling it.
"Ladies, come on now," He purred, "I'm sure there are plenty of other guys that need your beautiful attentions right now."
They squealed running off to tend to whatever girls did these days and Jay just walked slowly wondering what else could go wrong. He spotted Mal over by the bleachers running over to her but stopped once he saw Ben. He slowed down barely hearing their conversation.
"I just don't know how this could have happened," Ben shook his head, "Our security is impeccable. How could someone just steal something so valuable?"
Jay listens in and hears Mal, "Ursula's necklace though? It just seems like something so useless for a villain to have."
"Hmm, Ursula's necklace is missing," He jumps onto bench along with them and Ben gasps.
Mal just nods still looking confused, "Do you know why anyone would want Ursula's necklace?"
Jay ponders over it for a second, "Unless they know some kind of power we don't that lies within it, than I see no point and stealing something so worthless unless you can sell it off for a pretty penny."
"J-Jay, can you please not let anyone else know about this," Ben pleads and Jay puts a thumbs up.
"You got it bud," And Jay pauses, "Um, Mal, have you seen Carlos?"
Mal shakes her head, "Why?"
Jay stares away sighing, "No reason," He says that before jumping off the bench walking away quickly.
Mal doesn't look too into it, but she does yell, "I'll let you know right away if I find him."
He chuckled still questioning about Ursula's necklace. What could someone possibly do with it?
Haha, alright guys. Let's see if you're already fitting the puzzle pieces together.