Across my memory | Ben Beast

chapter two - impress

          In the Isle of the Lost, life has never been more awful.

The smell of stinky old shoes, rotten food and trash, raft through the polluted air.

A bunch of people are seen lying around the dirty ground, some seen trying to pickpocket, some punching some kid for a piece of candy and some... causing mayhem everywhere they go.

A girl with purple hair, Mal, daughter of Maleficent, stood on top of a closed trash bin. Spray painting the wall with her mother's symbol.

After she's done, she smirked, twirling the spray can. She jumped down, bumping harshly to two people without a care in the world.

After bumping into a group of girls, Analise, daughter of Madame Medusa, sneered as she struts away. Her auburn hair was tied to a fishtail braid messily.

As soon as she turned away, she smirked, fishing a wallet and a watch from her pockets.

From the roof, Jay, son of Jafar, climbed down with ease. He had long brown hair that went up to his shoulders with a red beanie on. He wore a sleeveless leather jacket and some jeans.

He smirked as he reached the ground, moving on to rob whoever he comes across.

Stomping on the long table, walking as if she was on a runway. Evie, daughter of the evil queen, smirked.

Her curly blue hair was down freely while a small crown-like headpiece was on her head. She winked at some guys who gawked at her.

Carlos, son of Cruella de Vil, smirked as he climbed outside a window and immediately grabbed a man's towel. His hair was platinum blond with a bit of his darker roots showing.

Walking past, a child throwing an apple in the air, he catches it, taking a bite before throwing it back.

The three girls met up and smirked, walking together, like queens who owned the streets. While the boys went and wreaked havoc in their separate ways.

The group was the trouble makers of the island, and that was saying something as it was filled with people who have done crimes.

They all laughed as they ran around, causing destruction every where they go.

A woman walked past the group, pulling a cart, a toddler sitting on it, candy on hand.

Mal smirked, grabbing the candy before thrusting it up in the air, making everyone laugh except Ana who rolled her eyes in annoyance.

What does stealing candy from a baby do? Impress our parents?

Before she could even blurt out what she thought, two familiar burly enormous men came to view.

People around them start to scream and scramble running away from the scene.

Mal turned around, while the rest of the teens looked at each other with knowing looks before looking at the mistress of evil, who made her presence known.

"Hi, Mom."

And there she was, Maleficent, with her fake scepter and horned head. Beady eyes looking at them unamused.

"Stealing candy, Mal?" She questioned, shaking her head. "I'm so disappointed."

Mal smiled, trying to justify her actions. "It was from a baby." She said, handing the lollipop to her mother.

Maleficent shifted her scepter. "Ah! That's my nasty little girl." She said, making Mal chuckle, proud for making her mother somewhat- oh

The smile on the fae's face disappeared when her mother spat on the candy and stuck it to her stinky armpit, grunting as if she was farting on the candy.

"Give it back to the dreadful creature."

Ana sighed quietly, watching Mal trying to reason with her Mom.

At that point, Analise paid no attention to the ever vicious cycle of Maleficent being Maleficent,  telling the tale how she was back then, cursing entire kingdoms.

Nothing could impress their parents, she learned that a long time ago.

She was once like Mal, who ever so desperately tried to impress her mommy dearest.

But no matter what she did, the old hag wasn't moved by her efforts.

Speaking of old hag...

"Analise!"

Her mother's pitchy voice made her and her friends slightly wince.

There she was, Madame Medusa walking out of her pawnshop, looking at her daughter with crossed arms.

"Were you out fooling around with these friends of yours again?" She screeched, narrowing her cold green eyes were half opened due to the excessive amount of fake eyelashes. "Haven't I told you to watch over my-"

"Yes, I know, Mom." Ana cut her mother off, walking to towards her.

"Well, why weren't you there in the first place!" Her new yorker accent was showing through.

"Forgive me, mother. I won't do it again." Ana said calmly, not wanting to receive a beating from the cruel woman.

Madame Medusa glared at her daughter, trying to read the young girl.

Her wild fiery red hair was kept in a tight bun on top of her head, she wore a red dress that hugged her figure loosely. She wore green dangling earrings and a bright red lipstick.

She smiled satisfied at the glimspe of fear in her daughter's eyes. She was a fairly tall woman couple of inches taller than Ana since she was wearing high heels.

She fixed the dark green leather jacket, patting the dirt away. "Good, now a little birdie told me that someone here on the Isle has a precious diamond bracelet."

Ana took a slight step back, seeing the crazed look in her mother's eyes.

"I want you to get it for me."

Her mother is obsessed with the shiny mineral. She owned a pawnshop for a reason.

Not only did she sell jewelry, but she also takes them.

It isn't like anyone from the Isle could afford such luxury and that made her business very very slow.

But Madame Medusa wasn't just selling jewelry for a living, she was also the only one wearing it.

Before Ana could even utter a word, Maleficent called the teens.