My boots held me steady on the patchy stone walkways.

There was a thick layer of smoke that lay heavy on the streets that morning. Perhaps a nearby gang had gotten angry and burned down another house. Or one of the experimental types had caused an accident. Or maybe I was imagining things and the smoke was as it had always been… lingering.

Shouts rang out down alleyways. Stupid people who had left the house with something valuable on them and lost it a minute later. Or maybe one of the core villain kids had lost their temper and taken it out on a passerby or a shopkeeper.

It didn't matter to me. I smirked, taking in my hometown.

I was a bit out of my neighborhood, but no one would touch me here anyway. These streets were full of lowlife villains who never made that much of an impact. I could have someone murdered on the spot just for looking at me.

And even if it weren't for my status, I was very resourceful. Everyone knew it. My mother would have never let me leave the house if I wasn't. She wouldn't have let me live if I wasn't…

I glanced to my right and found exactly what I was looking for.

I pulled off the street, veering towards the empty, carved out area between buildings. There was just enough room there, and it was smooth.

I dropped my bag to my side and pulled out my spray cans. It was time to go to work.

I didn't keep track of time as I worked. I never did. I was well aware that I was supposed to meet up with Evie, Jay, and Carlos, but it was of no consequence to me if I was late, so I didn't worry about it.

Lucky enough, Jay found me fairly soon after I had finished.

"Nice work!" he shouted at me as he approached. Jay knew to warn me that he was approaching while I worked on my art. I often got lost in my head and my defense instincts went onto autopilot. So, if I sensed someone around that I wasn't expecting I would happily spray them in the face with my paints.

I didn't turn to look at him, just began to pack up my belongings. The bottles were covered in different colored splotches from my dyed fingers.

As I stood up and threw my bag over my shoulder, I noticed Jay standing next to me, admiring my work. It was a simple design. I had made a silhouette of my mom in black, then surrounded it with green fire. Inside the silhouette were the words "Long Live Evil". I had put up many similar signs around, ones I knew Jay had seen before, but he still liked to appreciate each design for its differences.

"Earth to Jay," I muttered. "I assume you know where Evie and Carlos are?"

He nodded, bringing his focus back to me. "You up for an adventure?"

I crossed my arms. "I guess."

I followed him out of the alley silently and back onto the main road.

"Carlos is pissed," he explained.

I went to answer, but got distracted as he grabbed a piece of sheet metal along one of the walls and pushed it aside, revealing another alleyway.

"Alright," I responded. "Is Evie also upset?"

"Nah." Jay stopped suddenly and looked at me. "Evie was flirting with some salesman when I left."

I rolled my eyes, then mumbled a quick, "Why are we stopped?"

Jay smirked, then patted the ladder attached to the wall beside us. "Because we're going up."

I groaned inwardly, watching him climb, before pulling myself up to the rooftops with him.

"We're back!" Jay shouted, then slid down the side of someone's roof and landed in front of Evie and Carlos.

Jay was a smooth sort of guy. Socially and physically. I had to wonder where he got it from, considering his dad was a slinky snake of a person who sat around in his early life trying to steal power from a senile sultan.

I rolled my eyes, stomping down far less gracefully

"Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the latest of them all?" Evie jabbed.

I didn't respond as Jay helped me get down from the edge of the building.

"What do you want me to say? I'm rotten to the core."

Neither Evie nor Carlos was amused by this response.

I simply pushed past them and into the large warehouse. We had gotten word that some of Wonderland's best were hanging in there. Jay had convinced us that it was worth raiding because of some of the strange and antique goods they collected. Jay lived for stealing things and the rest of us didn't mind. The more mischief we caused, the happier our parents were with us.

People didn't take notice of us as we strolled through, splitting off in different directions.

As I walked through, I started to callously knock things off tables and destroy stands.

"Freak!" someone shouted.

I turned around and winked. No point in getting angry. I had heard some pretty foul words. This meant nothing to me.

I reached into my bag, pulling out a random can and shaking it. As I passed through I started spraying certain vendors and curtains purple.

A couple people ran after me, but froze when they saw the green dragons on my back. I reached the back of the warhouse and noticed Carlos riding by on a wagon filled with hay.

"You ain't seen nothing yet!" he snarled, before jumping down next to me.

Jay and Evie were quick to follow, leaving commotion in their wake. Jay was carrying a dirty teapot as he shuffled past and opened up the back door for them to escape.

"Welcome to my wicked world," he chuckled to himself as we all ran out and made our way down the road.

As we went, we created a formation of sorts with me front and center. The three of them flocked me, looking around as we went.

People watched our gang walk by. We had all the confidence in the world. After a moment, we stopped, deciding to talk about what our next plans were.

The people around us lessened by the minute. I wondered if we frightened them off. Four of the most powerful teens in all of the Isle of the Lost, with connections to the most dangerous villains the world had ever seen.

But the hope of such distinction was lost as the rest of the stragglers disappeared and left our gang facing a group of men in the same, ratty, brown outfit they'd worn since I was born.

I clear my throat, trying to signal to her goons that I recognized them, before mumbling, "Hi mom."

I would never drop my demeanor in front of my friends or my mother. I need their respect, their fear, for my own survival. But this isn't good. My mother doesn't step out of her "castle" just to visit her daughter. She had a reason for being there. An important one.

She pushes through the two men who were previously guiding her through the streets and faces me.

Those who had met my mother would never forget her face. She was all angles, as if made of slabs of metal. Her expression was never changing. It seemed as though anything you could say or do would ricochet off of her like it was nothing. I was perhaps the only person in the world who had truly seen her react to something and survived it. And that was only because she wanted me to see her like that. She wanted me to know what true fear felt like, coming from her eyes.

My friends didn't move as her guards, who previously surrounded her, moved to surround the five of us.

"Hm. What have the four of you been up to?" Her voice is deep and steady like a long drag from a cigarette. "I hope more than simply walking the streets and stealing from children."

I didn't respond. Why give her an answer she doesn't want to hear?

She doesn't question my silence and continues. "You know, Mal, when I was your age I was cursing entire kingdoms."

I do my best not to roll my eyes. As if I hadn't heard that one a million times.

My mother liked to remind me of her power at all times. The barrier that surrounded the Isle of the Lost prevented any use of magic while inside it. But that only stopped some of her cruelty.

"Oh! There's news!" she finally said. "You four have been chosen to go to a different school," she points between all of us, a smirk lit up her face, "in Auradon."

The three behind me tense up. Carlos looked seconds away from running for his life.

"What?" I exclaimed. "I can't go to some boarding, full to the brim with prissy, pink princesses."

My mother looked almost excited, though. Her eyes were lit up and I realized that this is something she wanted. All that arguing would get me was pain at this point.

My friends refused to say anything. A look from my mother would silence them, even if they tried.

"You're thinking small, pumpkin," she informed me. "It's all about world domination."

She always carried her head as if there was a crown on it. I suppose those thick horns had some weight to them, but whether or not it was necessary, it gave her a sort of regality. It forced her to look down upon those around her and made the snarl of her teeth that much more frightening.

She swung around and left, her goons quick to follow behind and surround her once more. That was their main job. Protect her in the city. Because people like these would happily murder her to take her place. Not that they could if they tried.

I didn't move from my spot. I was happy to watch her walk away and get some distance from her.

Jay slid up behind me, leaning over my shoulder, before saying, "She's joking, right?"

I laughed at him, but there wasn't any humor in my face. "You obviously don't spend enough time with my mother. She would never joke. And by the look on her face… she's got ulterior motives."

"Why would we be invited to Auradon?" Carlos asked, walking around to face us.

I shook my head. "Who knows."

Evie was basically straining every muscle in her body to contain her excitement. "Think about how many castles there are in Auradon! And princes!"

I scoffed, and almost immediately her face dropped to match my disgust.

"Listen," Jay added. "I don't do uniforms. Unless it's leather, you feel me?" He joked, holding up a hand to Carlos, but he was far too distracted to reciprocate the high five.

"I read somewhere that they allow dogs in Auradon. Mom said they're rabid pack animals that eat boys who don't behave…"

I rolled my eyes at Carlos's naive comment. It was fairly well known that Cruella de Vil, Carlos's mother lied constantly to Carlos as a way of manipulating him. He was so sheltered that he hung off her every word about what the rest of the world was like.

"We're not going," I insisted. "I just… need to find out why she wants us to go so bad and convince her she's wrong."

It was Jay's turn to laugh. "You? Convince your mother, the 'Mistress of all Evil'? I doubt it."

I glared at him. "Let's see."