64Hello! This is my first story here, so please, try to be nice. Flames will not be tolerated. Anyway, this story has been in my head forever, and I felt like it would be a good introduction to the site. Anyway, I do not own Disney's Descendants nor the songs, except the few little insert I make for my OC Gabriella and any other OCs I may make. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!
Full Summary: Gabriella has never felt understood. A young girl that never knew her family, only the group of villains that took her in and raised her with their own children. She never thought she would leave the Isle of the Lost, that is, until the son of the man responsible for all of the villains, including her father, being sent to the Isle of the Lost decides that the children of villains should be given a chance. Now Gabriella, a girl of few words, is being tossed into a school of Princes and Princesses, and fairy tale good guys. What will she do? Will she follow in her father's footsteps as the hotheaded hunter whose inner self is like the beasts she hunts? Or will she learn that being good isn't all that bad?
Once upon a time, long, long ago, well more like twenty years ago, Belle, the village girl with way too much idiocy, married a horrendous beast that turned out to originally be a selfish, greedy prince, until Belle admitted her love for him. Crazy, right?
Anyway, they invited around six thousand of their personal friends…must have been a big cake. Definitely not a waste of money…
Now, instead of taking a honeymoon like any rational couple, they united all of the kingdoms and Beast got himself elected King of the United States of Auradon…stupid name, right?
Then, he decided to boot all of the villains and their sidekicks to the Isle of the Lost, complete with a magical barrier to keep them there. And ya think old Beast would be wary of magic, but nope.
Anyway, this is where I live, and yes, I'm not referring to it as a home on purpose. There's no magic, no Wi-Fi, and no…way…out.
Or so I thought…
Across the sea from the dark island known as the Isle of the Lost, a grand castle stood, right on the edge of the United States of Auradon. In this castle lived a royal family…well, the Royal Family of all royal families. This castle was inhabited by King Beast, his lovely wife, Queen Belle, and their son, soon to be king, Prince Benjamin, who was currently being fitted for his suit for his up and coming coronation.
The tailor raised Ben's arm, measuring it as the young man stared out at the Isle of the Lost, turning his head forward obediently when the tailor went to measure his head. Once the measuring tape left his head, Ben's eyes were once again turned to the dark island, eyes sparking with sympathy at the thought of all the children that lived their…abandoned.
King Beast and Queen Belle walked into the room, unaware of the thoughts running through Ben's mind.
"How is it possible that you're going to be crowned King next month?" King Beast asked, chuckling slightly. "You're just a baby!"
"He's turning sixteen, dear," Queen Belle admonished, sending her son a smile.
"Hey, Pops," Ben greeted, his decision solidifying in his thoughts as his father continued to speak.
"Sixteen?! That's far too young to be crowned King! I didn't make a good decision until I was at least…forty-two!"
Belle paused in putting close on the chest at the end of the bed, turning to give her husband an incredulous look. "Uh, you decided to marry me at twenty-eight…"
Beast was quick to think of response to save him, hopefully. "Well, it was either you or a teapot." He sent a wink to his son as Belle rolled her eyes. "Kidding."
Ben chuckled slightly at his parents' banter, before going to step off the pedestal he was on. "Mom. Dad." He resumed his place as the tailor scolded him. "I've chosen my first, official proclamation." His parents smiled at each other, neither one prepared for the bombshell their son was about to drop. "I've decided that the children on the Isle of the Lost be given a chance…to live here in Auradon."
The King and Queen looked shocked, Belle dropping a coat as a strangled sound escaped her throat. How in the world did their son come up with such an idea?!
"Every time I look out to the island, I feel like they've been abandoned."
"The children of our sworn enemies…living among us?" Beast demanded, fully against the idea.
"We start out with a few at first, only the ones that need our help the most. I've already chosen them."
"Have you?"
Belle set a calming hand on her husband's arm. "I gave you a second chance." The couple shared a meaningful look with each other before turning their gazes back to their son. "Who are their parents?"
Ben took a deep breath, knowing he was going to end up facing opposition at some point. "Cruella De Vill, Jafar, Evil Queen…" Ben paused, preparing for the protests about to come his way. "Maleficent and one child of Gaston."
"Maleficent?! She is the worst villain in the land! And Gaston?! He tried to kill me and steal away your mother!"
"Dad, just hear me out here!"
"I won't hear of it! They are guilty of unspeakable crimes-"
"Dad, their children are innocent! Don't you think they deserve a chance at a normal life?"
Both parents were silent, looking to each other for approval as their son looked on with hopeful eyes. He was trying to do what they had taught him: to not judge by appearances, but to try to get to know people before he casted judgement upon them.
"I suppose the children are innocent…" With that, Beast turned to head out of the room, soon followed by Belle after she straightened her son's jacket, praising him quietly. They left the room as Ben once again turned his eyes towards the dark island on the horizon.
A young girl with purple hair and dressed in colors of purple and green was spray painting a silhouette of the evilest of evil, Maleficent, surrounded by green fire with the saying LONG LIVEEVIL in the center. On the back of the girl's purpled leather jacket was a heart made from a series of green swirls that created a dragon of sorts within the different shades of green. Once finished, the girl spun around with a smug smirk on her lips.
Mal:
They say I'm trouble.
They say I'm bad.
They say I'm evil,
And that makes me glad.
The girl hopped off the old crate she stood on, strutting forward and between two people, bumping shoulders with one, all still with her smug smirk.
A young man with long dark hair with a red beanie on his head jumped onto a rooftop, a smug smile painting his features with his body clad in a vest with varying shades of red and gold, ripped jeans, fingerless gloves, and black boots.
Jay:
A dirty no good,
Down to the bone;
Your worst nightmare.
Can't take me home.
The boy scaled down a nearby ladder, landing on the ground and pushing open a warehouse door. He ignored the annoyed woman he passed, along with the spray painted image of a red and gold genie, Jafar, as he went through the door way.
Another young girl, this one with long, blue hair, dressed in blue and very similar to a princess, and quite beautiful, stepped onto a long table where many were eating, and strutted down it like it was a catwalk.
Evie:
So I've got some mischief,
In my blood.
Can you blame me?
I never got no love.
She stepped through the railing, entrancing one of the diners with her amazing beauty and charms.
In another part of the island, yet another young girl, this one with dark, ebony hair tied in a long braid, was staring out at the many people that milled about, her blue eyes locked on how they would glance around them, feeling her gaze. She rose from her crouch, pulling a single arrow from her quiver and positioning it into her bow. Her arm drew back as she aimed…
The twang of her bow echoed in the air, causing many of the people to gasp as she zip-lined in, using her bow on the rope that was attached to the arrow imbedded in the used broom selling building.
Gabriella:
They say I'm hot-tempered,
Quick to fight
Can you blame me?
I've never seen no light.
She smirked as people rushed away from her, knowing well how short her temper was. In one, fluid movement, she retrieved her arrow, retracting the zip-line and pulling the arrow head from the wall before stuffing it in her quiver as she strolled on.
Nearby, a boy with dyed white hair slipped out of the window, clad in a red, white, and black leather jacket, black and white shorts, red, fingerless gloves, and black, lace up boots.
Carlos:
They think I'm callous,
A low-life hood.
I feel so useless…
He swiped a bandana from a nearby man and an apple from a nearby girl.
All:
Misunderstood!
The boy took a bite from the apple, then threw it back to the girl, chewing angrily.
The three girls met up in an alley, Gabriella and Evie flanking Mal as they strutted down, a little girl hugging her doll closer as they went past. Further away, Jay was running and sliding over roof tops, while Carlos was hopping from bed to bed in some warehouse, waking their sleeping inhabitants.
Gabriella, Mal, Evie:
Mirror, Mirror on the wall,
Who's the baddest of them all?
Welcome to my Wicked World
Wicked World.
The five met at a chain-link gate, pushing it back with cackles as they ran through and intercepted people throwing bags to one another. Gabriella used the force of one bag, combined with her own strength, to toss one man off his feet. Her wicked smile stayed put on her lips as she and her friends grabbed sticks and began to hit the walls and pipes of the tunnel they ran into.
All:
I'm rotten to the core, core
Rotten to the core.
I'm rotten to the core, core,
Who could ask for more?
I'm nothing like the kid next,
Like the kid next door.
I'm rotten to the core, core.
I'm rotten to the…
I'm rotten to the core.
Mal ran into a shelter made from various sheets, sidling up beside a fortune teller, who gave her an unimpressed look, a can of purple spray paint in her hand.
Mal:
Call me a schemer.
Call me a freak.
How can you say that?
I'm just…unique.
With a flourish of her hand, she painted an M on a plastic curtain, pulling it back to reveal a man in a bathtub, fully clothed. She walked off with a laugh.
In another warehouse that was decorated like a bazaar, Jay use a metal gateway decoration to flip in front of the table, giving its occupants a smirk.
Jay:
What me a trader?
Ain't got your back?
Are we not friends?
What's up with that?
He grabbed the tea kettle, pretending to pour them a drink, before vaulting over the table, kettle still in hand as he laughed.
Evie ran through a rack of scarves, giving a flirty smile to the seller as she grabbed the scarf around his neck.
Evie:
So I'm a misfit.
So I'm a flirt.
I broke your heart?
I made you hurt?
She tugged on his scarf, sending him to the ground as she disappeared into the scarves once again. The man watched after her, love struck.
Gabriella ran through the streets, smirking as she pulled another zip-line arrow from her quiver, a gang of guards after her for stealing some jewelry. She shot the arrow at the closest warehouse, the line attaching to her bow as she brought out an arrowhead. With a simple push of a button, she tossed it over her shoulder, pressing a button on her bow, laughing as it reeled her up.
Gabriella:
Call me a hot-head.
Call me impulsive.
I broke your nose?
Guess my attitude's a bit repulsive.
She let out a quiet chuckle as she heard the pained groans and coughs come from the guards as the arrowhead exploded in smoke.
Carlos ran through the market, knocking over various things and throwing a basket at one woman's head.
Carlos:
The past is past,
Forgive, forget.
The truth is…
All:
You ain't seen nothing yet!
He laughed as he used a metal bar to flip to the ground and into a passing wagon full of hay to get away, even going so far as to throw hay into the woman's face with a laugh. Before the woman could do anything, an arrow with a claw-like head and line attached to it landed on her basket before yanking it from her hands. She looked up, seeing cold blue eyes narrowed with warning. She swallowed, backing away from the boy and turning back to her work.
Gabriella's zip-line soon brought her to the window of the warehouse, where she swooped in, her arrow detaching from the wall and being placed back in her quiver, while the basket she had acquired was placed in her pack, as she joined Evie and Mal on the balcony, looking down at the people below.
Along with these people, were Jay and Carlos. Carlos grabbed the end of a rope attached to the metal arm of a piece of machinery, pulling it as Jay hung from the arm.
Gabriella, Mal, Evie:
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Who's the baddest of them all?
Welcome to my Wicked World.
Wicked World.
Jay dropped down and he and Carlos headed out into what was seen as the town square, Mal and Evie rushing down from the balcony. Gabriella, however, turned to the window, smirking a bit as she prepared to make her way down to the dancing crowd below.
Her arrow landed in the middle of the dancing crowd, the spectators marveling a bit as she performed a number of flips and twirls on her way down to crowd.
All:
I'm rotten to the core, core.
Rotten to the core.
I'm rotten to the core, core,
Who could ask for more?
I'm nothing like the kid next,
Like the kid next door.
I'm rotten to the core, core.
I'm rotten to the…
I'm rotten to the core.
Mal blew her bangs out of her face, and then proceeded to grab the lollipop from a child being pulled in a wagon by its mother. Her friends and the spectators laughed as she turned to them, holding her prize in the air. Gabriella rolled her eyes, but smiled in amusement. Soon, however, the group ran screaming, leaving the five teens in confusion until they turned around; behind them stood two guards, scowling at them.
Anyone could see the slightest downward tug of Mal's shoulders as her smile became more forced.
"Hi, Mom," Mal greeted, as her mother, the one and only Maleficent, pushed her way past her guards.
"Stealing candy Mal? I'm so disappointed," Maleficent stated, her lips formed into a mock frown.
"It was from a baby." Gabriella saw the hopeful gleam in Mal's eyes; the hope that she would finally gain her mother's respect.
"Ah, that's my nasty little girl!" Maleficent exclaimed with a happy hiss.
Gabriella sighed, knowing Maleficent would find some way to criticize Mal. She always did.
And, in a way, she did, before she verbalized it, that is. Maleficent snatched the lollipop, spat on it, held it under her arm, and then had her guard hand it to the "dreadful creature".
"Mom," Mal sighed, her eyes brimming with disappointment.
"It's the deats, Mal, that make the difference between mean and truly evil!" Maleficent called, waving to the mother of the child. "When I was your age, I was…"
"Cursing entire kingdoms," both recited, Mal mockingly, of course.
"Walk with me." Maleficent took her daughter a bit away from her friends. "See, I'm just trying to teach the thing that truly counts…how to be me."
"I know that. And I'll do better." Gabriella felt a little sympathy for Mal as she shared a look with her other friends. Mal always tried to impress her mother, yet, whatever she did, was never enough.
"Oh, there's news!" Maleficent suddenly exclaimed, twirling away from her daughter. "I buried the lead! You five have been chosen to go to a different school…in Auradon."
The children gasped, all of them but Mal trying to get away, Gabriella almost succeeding before Maleficent stuck her staff into Gabriella's bow, bringing her to a stop so a guard could grab her and put her on the ground once more.
"What?" Mal demanded. "I'm not going to some boarding school filled to the brim with prissy, pink princesses!"
"And perfect princes," Evie added, before adding a sound of disgust when Mal sent her a glare.
"And don't forget that it's in the land run by a beast that makes play that he is a man," Gabriella scoffed, crossing her arms.
"Yeah, and I don't do…uniforms, unless it's leather, you feel me?" Jay held his hand for a high five from Carlos, but the boy stepped forward, his face set into a fearful expression.
"I read somewhere that they allow dogs in Auradon… Mom said they're rabid, pack animals who eat boys that don't behave." Gabriella smacked Jay after he barked in Carlos' ear, scaring the young boy.
"Yeah, Mom, we're not going," Mal finally declared, standing strong before her mother.
"Oh, you're thinking small, pumpkin. It's all about world domination! Knuckleheads!" Maleficent smiled as she turned to walk away. "Mal!"
Gabriella rolled her eyes, following after Mal and the others with a blank face. She knew they would all end up going to Auradon, and she felt the anger bubbling already in her veins. However, she had to be careful. Angering her…"foster family" would be an extremely bad idea.
They just better not take her bow. She would most definitely lose her cool if anyone so much as placed a single finger on her bow.
And there it is! Chapter one! Yay! Reviews are appreciated, flames are not. See you next chapter!
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