Descendants 2: My Twisted Tale

Mal's Hatred

  It was irrational, it was petty it was Mal's current hatred for Harry and Gil. 

She should know that they were telling the truth. She should know that Uma was in trouble. She should know to help others in need but she was blinded by her rage that Ben let them in so easily. It was so uncharacteristic for her but at the same time... 

 She slipped into the  museum and avoided the guards. She barely glanced at the wax figures of the VK's parents. She found her spell book and carefully removed it from it's temporary case and found the spell she'd cast on Uma a few months earlier.

 She barley thought as she said the time rewind spell and watched the past week and half turn into nothing. She also cursed Harry to keep his distance from Gil. She made sure Uma never found The Horned King's final resting place. She made sure she would never go back to the Isle. She made sure everything was perfect and convenient for her.

 She didn't realize she hated Harry and Gil more than she thought. She didn't realize she was acting exactly the villain everyone had thought she was. She wondered what the outcome of her spell would be and let herself be washed away into the past. Fully knowing what she'd done and who it was affecting.

 She didn't care.

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 Harry sat and listened to Uma rant about how she hated Mal, how she hated the villain kids and how she hated this island after one of their "private" moments. She always got this way after he gave her hours of ecstasy. He just went with it and ignored how much of an ungrateful bitch she could be.

 He had the strangest half memories. He felt like he'd slept with Gil, tortured Ben and seen Mal again. But none of this had happened. There was no whisper of Mal on the Isle except for Uma and no one really cared. 

 He felt protective of Uma and always, always stayed with her. He was so protective lately he'd begun staying with Uma every night. Whether she demanded they screw was up to her and he didn't push it or even ask. 

 He watched her get up to get dressed and decided to do the same. These memories would haunt him and he almost felt like magic was involved.

 But magic doesn't work on the Isle of the Lost. Or does it?

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 Gil sat in his favorite spot and played his harmonica. His memory was fuzzy but he knew everything that should happen between now and next Thursday, Gil would be punished with a kiss, Mal would arrive, they would kidnap Ben, Uma would leave for Ben and Harry would take him away into a night of erotic adventure. Then Uma would turn out to be evil and they'd escape to Auradon.

 But no one would believe him.  They would start calling him stupid and crazy. So why bother? 

He thought about what Harry and him would do and it sent a shiver down his spine. Harry was attractive but he was solely Uma's property. It was stupid to think he even had a chance in hell.

 He played a merrier tune rather than the dark one he'd  been playing fiercely and thought about what he'd do if Mal came to the Isle. He'd kidnap her and demand why she'd ruined his chances with Harry and hated them so much.

 If she came. If she didn't, he didn't know what he'd do except be disturbed by the clarity in which he saw these visions. He stopped playing and decided to sleep on this. Maybe something terrifying like his father would come and chase these damned memories out of his head.

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