So now all that stuff is taken care of...

Takes place when Mal and Thanatos are both thirteen on the Isle

Also I'm putting an emoji in every title and you can't stahp meh 😈😈😈
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~Mal's POV~

"See ya, suckers!" I shouted at the top of my lungs, climbing a building and running across the roof.

It didn't take a genius to figure out that the angry Scavenger gang of three Isle kids were chasing me, so I ran like the wind back to my mother's castle.

And... the door is locked.

Darn it!

My mom has this strict policy: no waking her up under ANY circumstances. My only sister Madison was probably already asleep, so I couldn't expect her to open the door.

Door's locked, the sun is going down, and there's a gang of Isle kids chasing me.

Okay, Mal. Time to kick some Isle butt.

The three figures grew closer. I picked up an old rusty crowbar laying around randomly on the street and prepared to fight.

The first one, Samson, son of Scar, approached. Don't ask how Scar had a human son, because I have no idea. He had the same skin color as his father's coat, and his eyes were also eerily creepy, an intense lime green color that blazed when he was mad, which is to say, all the time. Samson even had his father's trademark scar across his left eye. But what distinguished him from his feline father, well, aside from being human, was that Samson didn't rely on his cleverness or trickery. He operated almost solely by brute strength and fear. Aside from me and my old frenemy Uma, he ruled the Isle.

"Well, well, well," he smiled evilly. "Looks like the Princess is finally cornered."

I snarled and raised the crowbar. "Leave me alone."

"Or what?" one of Samson's henchmen, Gaston Jr, asked tauntingly.

"She'll tell her momma?" Gaston III, another one of Samson's gang, snickered.

"Oh please," Samson cut them off. "Her momma doesn't care. We could leave her dead right here and she'd kick her lifeless body into the gutters."

My anger boiled over, which was rare. Even though what Samson has said was probably true, it still stung like salt in a wound.

And yes, my mother had once forced me to put salt into one of my bad cuts on my side. So I knew what that felt like.

"Get back!" I shouted. "Now!"

"Oh sure, princess," Gaston Jr laughed. He took out something from his belt- a long knife.

"Ah, ah, ah," Samson held up his hand. "I get the first blow."

He too unsheathed a knife and took a step closer to me. I backed up until my back foot was against the wall of the old rundown castle.

He took another step closer.

And another.

And another.

Now or never, I thought.

I swung the crowbar.

He did something very annoying. He ducked.

The crowbar swung over his head and straight into the hands of Gaston III, who was standing almost right next to me but somehow I didn't see him.

Gaston III yanked the crowbar right out of my hands, and there I was, weaponless except for my fists and combat boots.

Gaston Jr smirked and punched me in the side so hard that I fell, and as I did Samson went in with his knife, which gave me a pretty deep cut along my jawline. It hurt, but if it was a few inches lower it would've slit my throat, so it wasn't as bad as it could've been.

I collapsed on the floor, the three guys standing over me. My own blood dropped from the blade of Samson's knife and landed on my nose. Gaston Jr had drawn his own knife again, and his twin brother now held my crowbar in his meaty hands.

Gaston III whacked me in the leg, which would definitely leave a nasty mark. But I probably wouldn't survive anyway, so I don't think I had to worry about that.

Gaston Jr punched me in the face. Honestly, he had a knife, why not use it?

Then Samson hauled me up and pinned me to the wall with a hand against my throat. I could barely see, but I felt the tip of his knife just above my heart, which was now beating rapidly.

Fight or flight I remembered from one of my classes with Dr. Facilier.

Flight wasn't an option. Fight it was then.

I was about to try and knee Samson right in his soft spot, but before I could, I heard yells from both of the Gaston twins. Samson's grip on my neck loosened abruptly, and the pressure of his blade lightened on my chest.

One moment his face and creepy eyes were right in front of me, and the next he was laying on his back in the street.

A figure in black and blue leather Isle clothes stood above him. I couldn't make out their face since the sun was almost past the horizon.

Behind the mystery person were the two knocked-out-cold Gastons.

Samson scrambled backwards, his knife skittering across the old stone pavement. The mystery person picked it up. Samson stood, his fists clenched, and even from here I could see his lime green eyes gleaming bright in his fury.

"Don't f*****g touch her," the mystery person boomed.

Samson stood up and tried to run away, but the person grabbed him in a chokehold and lifted him up in the air.

I withdrew, my back eventually hitting the door of the Bargain Castle. Hopefully when the mystery person was done with Samson, they wouldn't turn on me next.

"L-let me g-go," Samson stuttered, clawing at the person's hands locked around his neck.

The mystery person only laughed and punched him in the gut, then threw him down mercilessly down onto the street. Samson got up coughing, and the mystery person stood ominously over him.

I didn't dare interfere.

"Go!" the mystery person snarled. "Don't let me catch you around here again."

Samson wordlessly ran off, and the mystery person turned to me.

My back was already against the wall, so if this person decided to attack me as well, I had nowhere else to run.

The mystery person turned to face me, and he looked... oddly familiar. But I couldn't place a name.

"Who are you?" I asked, trying to show no fear in my voice.

"My name is Thanatos," he answered.

"Son of?"

"Hades. And you?"

"Mal. Daughter of Maleficent."

"Maleficent..." he said my mother's name with unspeakable amounts of hate attached to it.

"Is there something wrong with that?" I asked a bit defensively.

"No, no, it's just that she's" he hesitated before going on "not too popular around here."

"Tell me about it. It's not easy having the Mistress of all Evil as a mother." I sighed.

"My Dad is actually pretty cool to live with. Sure he has high expectations for me and my siblings, but he doesn't beat us or curse us or anything like that."

I couldn't imagine what that would be like. "H-how many siblings do you have?"

"One full sister and one half-sister. Their names are Penny and Maze."

"I have one sister. Madison." I said.

"Is she part of your gang?" Thanatos asked.

"No. Mom barely lets her out of the house."

"Oof..."

"Do you know who your mother is?" I asked.

It was 100% an honest question, but his eyes turned dark and he didn't answer. So I didn't press.

Before I could say another thing, pain filled my body. My chin burned like a thousand wasps had decided to sting it simultaneously, and my ribs were probably bruised. My leg felt broken, and so I collapsed in front of the doorway. My vision went blurry, then black.
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When I came to, I was in my bedroom. No light came through the window, only black night sky. My lamp was on, and by the dim light I could see the guy from earlier, Thanatos, talking with Madison by the doorway.

Madison left, and Thanatos cane over to my bedside. "Hey Malie. You're awake?"

I grunted and sat up groggily, rubbing my eyes. "Don't call me Malie. Only my siblings get to call me that."

"Well, I'm one of them."

"What?!"

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