De Vil-Radcliffe

Chapter 10- Runaways

"Mom, are you ready to see my results?"

"Of course. You've been waiting for this for a while."

"What is it?"

"I don't know, Dad, that's why I'm about to open it."

"What is it?"

"My parents are both... villains."

"Who are they?"

"Mal, Mal, what's going on?" I asked as I opened my door.

Mal was looking at me, her eyes red. She was crying. I looked at her, worried.

"Come on, we're going to the Isle. Pack, let's go," Mal sobbed.

"Mal, why?" I questioned. "Don't you like it here?"

"Everyone expects me to be the person I'm not, Sophie," Mal said in disbelief.

I grumbled. "Fine."

I got changed and packed a few books. Mal knew I always wanted to go to the Isle. To find my parents, to make them explain what happened. Mom had made me Isle wear in case I went with Ben. A ripped red dress with a black layer underneath. A blood-red jacket. Black high heel boots that went up to my shin. And a cool cuff that went with the gloves that matched Carlos's. The only Isle-related thing I wear with my outfits.

"Ready?" I questioned as I put on blood-red lipstick and winged eyeliner.

"Ready," Mal nodded.

We took our bikes out to the coast and Mal spelled them both. We drove the bikes through the barrier and stopped on the beach.

"I need to go on the other side of the island. Dad's cave should be there. I'll see you in two hours, okay?" I explained.

She nodded and drove off, heading for the island.

I went around the island until I reached a part of the island full of darkness. I stopped and hid my bike in an alley. Nobody was around here, anyway.

"Father?" I called out, forcing open the gate. "I know you're here. You're immortal, so I know you're not dead."

I continued down the dark tunnel until I heard whispering. More whispering.

"Come further, princess."

"You're so close to your destiny."

"Who's there?" a voice boomed.

"I think you know how to answer that," I replied.

He chuckled. "What brings you here?"

"I was wondering why I was brought to Auradon when I was two weeks old," I said.

"Well... you'll have to look me in the eye to know why," Dad challenged.

"I'm about to," I replied, turning the corner to face a humanized father. "If you will look into mine."

He turned to me, looking like Lucifer himself. Goatee, long black hair and black eyes that boar into one's soul. He stood up, flexing his wings. Horns stood proudly atop his head.

"Hello, my daughter," he smirked, looking at me.

"Hello, father," I replied, straightening myself.

"You look so much like your mother," he whispered.

"I found that out when I was looking through mother's old photos," I said snarkily. "I grew up thinking my parents wanted me gone."

"We didn't. I wanted to raise you, but your mother didn't, so she sent you off with the goblins to be taken to Auradon," Dad explained. "Your mother is stubborn."

"I can imagine," I snorted. "She is Madame Medusa, after all."

Dad smiled. "But I see you have not reached your transformation point."

"What?" I asked, confused.

He reached his hands up, placing them on the sides of my temple. "Just close your eyes, Sophia, and we can change that."