A Crack in the Mask

Nightmares and Lies

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Chapter Text

Later that night...

Mal paces back and forth with indecision outside of the boy's room. She knew it was stupid. It was way, past curfew and this was probably going to get ugly. But on the other hand. She was sick of the nightmares she was having about T. They'd been non-stop since they'd come here. Not that she was willing to admit to anyone what they'd been about. She brings her fist to her mouth and bites before she realizes how much of a coward she was being.

She sighs before she forces herself to stop pacing and actually do something about her problem as she pulls out her key chain and walks to the door, unlocking it before she slips into the room.

"Mal?" Jay looks back at her over his shoulder from where he was sitting on his bed. His eyes look around her before he drops them to Carlos already asleep in his bed.

"Hey," She greets quietly, not wanting to disturb or alert Carlos' to her presence, "Can we talk?" She shifts in discomfort, "Please?"

Jay closes his eyes and bites his bottom lip before he bounces off his bed, "Sure Mal," His hard eyes land on her, "where?"

Mal sighs in relief, "I was thinking the woods?"

"The woods?"

She bites her lip nervously, "I'm afraid this is going to get loud, and I don't want to wake anyone up."

Jay nods his head once before he turns to the window and pops it open, "After you."

Mal nods her head, locking the door behind her. Before she knows it she's scaling down the side of the building. "This is dumb. It's been months since I've had to do something like this. You and C are the ones who joined that stupid team."

"Can't have my leader getting out of practice can I." Jay chuckles as he watches her slow descent, "And you should have heard C chewing me out for getting him involved in Tourney. You'd of been proud."

Mal lets out a snort. "I'm sure I would've. Of course, this place has tombs as an elective and not a core class." She scoffs, "Prissy princes and princesses."

"Don't tell me you're not happy about getting to ditch that class." Jay rolls his eyes before he swings his leg over and starts scaling down.

Mal rolls her eyes. "I'm happy to ditch any of these classes."

"What? Not a fan of remedial goodness?"

"Ugh." Mal groans, "Don't remind me. She could at least use different, or at least more complex examples."

"Yeah..." Jay grunts as he hangs off a clamp around the gutter drain, "It's weird to have standards set so low."

"Isn't it though?" Mal jumps the rest of the way down. "At least evil one oh one wasn't insulting to our intelligence."

"Step back," Jay warns before he pushes off the wall.

Mal quickly jumps out of his way, shaking her head at his landing before she walks towards the wood.