Descendants of Evil
Hey there, this is my first descendants fic. This idea has been on my mind for a while now and initially i wasn't gonna write it let alone post it yet because i didn't want to work on multiple stories at ones but recently i just thought 'what the heck, why not'. So i broke my own rule and started just writing out different stories, a chapter here, a doodle there sometimes i just save a general idea which i might get back to at some point. So that's how this chapter came to be, fair warning it can be a little dark at times which is why the story is rated T. Hope you all enjoy the first chapter of 'Descendants of Evil' ( might change the title at some point cuz it rings a little cliche to my ears.) Anyway i won't hold you of the story any longer (i wanted to say happy reading but considering the content of this chapter that might come over as a little sadistic after you've read it, so i won't) let me know what you think though.
Death has no cost
Life has no worth
It's how we live
~Lincoln, the 100~
Once upon a time, long, long ago... well, more like 9 years ago... Belle married her Beast in front of 6,000 of their closest personal friends. Big cake. Yeah, so instead of a honeymoon, Beast united all of the kingdoms and got himself elected king of the United States of Auradon. He rounded up all the villains and sidekicks... basically all the really interesting people... and he booted them off to the isle of the lost with a magical barrier to keep them there. This is my hood.
No magic. No wi-fi. No way out.
No way of escape not for the villains and sidekicks nor for the offspring they sired.
…
''Evie?! Where are you? You insolent girl, it's time for your bath!'' Grimhilde screeches '' come here right now before the water gets cold and useless!''
The Blue haired girl hides as her mother searches and screams for her. She doesn't plan to come out of hiding until the water stops it's sizzling and bubbling.
Unfortunately for her , her hiding skills haven't really advanced well enough in her five years of life to outsmart Grimhilde.
A hand reaches out and grabs the blue haired girls arm in a painful, inescapable grip. ''There you are, you dirty girl!'' Grimhilde screeches in anger ''princes want clean girls, not muddy pigs!'' and proceeds to drag the girl to the smoldering hot bath while the girl screams her little lungs out, knowing all too well they'd fall on deaf ears.
But those screams don't compare to those that leave the tiny five year old after the splash.
…
Crack
On the other side of the isle things aren't much better for a boy surrounded by trinkets of another world.
Crack
''This is all you got me! huh?! Two measly coins!'' Jafar rages
Crack
''Daddy please"
Crack
'' What did I say about you calling me that you useless street rat!'' Jafar asks darkly while lifting the boy up by his throat.
''But momma said…''
Crack
''Don't you speak of that useless whore!'' Jafar makes his way to the front door and throws the wounded boy onto the cold stone ground outside. ''You better not show your face before you have something better to show me boy!''
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''Puppy, puppy come out now'' Cruella whispers ''Mommy just wants your fur for a beautiful coat, wouldn't you like that?'' She asks stalking through the ruins she calls home with wide crazed eyes. Swinging a hunting knife around.
The four year old is luckier than his counterparts, not that his parent is less evil or dangerous to him than theirs to them. But because unlike their parents, his is genuinely crazy and whether he realizes that or not, it gives him an advantage his peers don't have.
He can trick his mommy while making his escape .
That's how Cruella de Vill came to chase coats on lines all through her house while her 'puppy' escaped the house through the window.
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In the ruins of what was ones a castle lay a purple haired child on the ground, dull green eyes stare at the door waiting for her mother to leave the castle. Her blood stains the floor and part of the wall.
That's the last time she would ask about her baby brother, like mother said 'the brat wasn't magic so it doesn't matter' it's not worth angering mother again she's not gonna tell her where he went anyways.
Bang
That's her queue to start moving
…
That night she met up with her 'gang' in their fortress at the docks. There they patched each other up best they knew how, which as you can imagine left much to be desired.
None of them complained or cried though, villains don't cry they make others cry. Others they had yet to meet cuz you don't make your own gang cry, not that they would ever admit such a thought as it might be misconstrued as good or kind. And they know all too well what happens to you when you're good.
The fortress held one other gang, their most vicious rival… Shrimpy's. They should be attacking and they would be if only to prove to their parents that their bad like them. But not tonight, not on this night. Every year on this day the villains are worse than normal, sometimes they take it out on each other but more often than not they turn to their offspring to blow off steam. The following days the children would find that they miss gang members, siblings and sometimes a parent.
So every year on this night there's an unofficial truce to be forgotten and never spoken of the next day.
But for now they just tend to their own, little Carlos tends to Evie's burns with a crème Jay nicked from the 'doctor's office'
Mal makes sure Jay stays awake, Carlos says that's important if you've hit your head. Jay keeps busy and awake by bandaging mal's open wounds.
On the other side of the room Uma tends to Harry's cuts no doubt placed there by a certain hook and simultaneously guarding a bruised slumbering Gil. Uma herself doesn't have a scratch on her but the fact that she's shivering in drenched clothing tells the others enough, Ursula is just as disappointed that her daughter can't swim as Maleficent is that Mal can't fly.
Doesn't stop them from trying to get their daughters to do it though.
A noise from outside makes all freeze this is why they never go to the same fortress twice in a row. On the boat next to them which was their fortress last year stands a woman one of them knows all too well.
''Puppy, puppy!? Where are you?!'' Cruella asks, sounding almost concerned.
''Grrraaa where are you! Momma needs a new coat!'' Almost.
As she passes many more villains with her intentions roam around the boat, maybe not her exact intentions but all the same nothing that they would want to experience.
As the night goes on the children give in to exhaustion and doze off one by one, unaware that their new fortress was leaving the only home that they'd known and entering a world unlike anything they'd ever seen.