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Mal Meets the Rebel

By: Bloodylilcorpse
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Venting Pranks

Roxanne's Pov:

Tonight was the night that I was getting even with Chris McClean, but I was gonna have to wait until it was late enough to pull it off, and I didn't mind at all. With that in mind, I quietly smirked to myself as I lay there in bed wide awake, and ready with a plan I intended to unfold.

It had only been a few hours later when all the lights were forced off by Chris from the main office, and everyone was forced to hit the hay for the day. "Good gawd!...I wasn't trying to make that rhyme. Not one bit..." I thought lamely to myself as I sighed for the hundredth time today.

" .Sleep." Mal growled when he heard me sigh.

"After you." I replied with indifference.

I couldn't see him the dark, but from the sound of it, he was shifting sleeping positions.

He finally stopped tossing and turning, and then growled further in a sinister whisper, "I swear Red if you don't shut up,...I will rise up like Dracula out of this bed, and I then will kill you!"

I roll over to stuff my face into my pillow to suppress my laughter. That was a good one. The very image of Mal dressed up like Dracula, and then attempting to rise up from the death was just too ridiculously funny to even begin to imagine.

I didn't hear anything from him after that, so I waited another hour to make sure he was asleep. I was going to need my knife back because I wasn't able to keep any of my other stuff when I first arrived here this morning. So I waited it out until that hour was up, and crept over to Mal's bed. It wasn't easy either due to the fact, I had to get my eyes accustom to the dark. The only bit of light that shone, came from the exit sign at the very end of the hall. It gave off a very faint glow, but after a while, I had grown used to it.

By now, I looked down at Mal's sleeping figure, I carefully reached out to his pants' pocket. I stopped to see if he was gonna move or wake up, but he didn't, so I then continued with pulling out the blade, and quickly withdraw my hand. I then quietly climbed to the top of my bunk bed and felt for the large vent that was right above me. I took the knife out as silently as I could and began unscrewing the screws and placing each one in my pockets. When that was done, I delicately removed the cover of the vent like it was a bomb about to go off and laid it on the bed. Since I knew better than to put my shoes on, I carefully crept up into the vent in my socks and took off from there in search of a perfect place to climb out.

Mal's Pov:

I knew she was up to something when she didn't say anything after my little angry outburst of a whisper earlier, then I saw her glide off her bed towards mine. My curiosity was tweaked, so I decided to play along to see where this was gonna lead to. She took the knife back and then retreated back to her bed. I was actually disappointed, and I'm not sure why. I wasn't expecting anything silly like a kiss or whatnot, but I still disappointed none the less. Just as I was about to sigh, and roll back over to get some sleep, I heard her bed creak. I look up to see her fiddling with the vent cover for about a minute, and then she disappears in it shortly after.

"What the hell is she doing?!..." I think to myself as I look back up in the vent she just escaped through.. "Just where does she think she's going at this time at night?...She's clever, I'll give her that since parole locks us up tight during the night."

I chuckle to myself. I was tempted to follow after her in the vent but decided not to. I'll wait and see how this plays out in the end. I smirk as I roll back over and close my eyes.

Roxanne's Pov:

The vents were so nasty. I did my best not to cough or gag. They were so full of dust, dirt, cobwebs, and God only knows what else.

"Doesn't Chris have interns for this shit?!.. GAWD!...When's the last time these things have seen a cleaning rag and disinfectant spray?." I think out loud to myself as I continue on with my little mission of mine.

After crawling around for which felt like ages, I finally come across a little outlet to drop out from after crawling around for like ten to fifteen minutes worth of my time. As I opened the cover and peep around, I discovered that I was nurse's office, but I didn't have to worry about running into her, she had already retired for the day.

I climb out and rush to the main office which was nearby. I go inside and look around only to find no one there which in my case is good, I see my tub of things and take back my mp3 and a few other things of mine. I then head to Chris's desk to find a map to his suite which wasn't hard.

I locate his room with little to no difficulty whatsoever, and as quiet as a mouse and as quickly as a cat, I make my way to his room after taking several hallways, and carefully avoiding the parole watch. I finally get to his room and sneak inside after using one of my hairclips to open his locked door. I look around to check to make sure the coast is clear, and my eyes stop short on him noisily snoring in his bed, and then I continue to proceed to his bathroom. There I pull out my own Nair: Hair Remover, and squeezed out a generous amount into both of Chris's shampoo and conditioner, then put them both back exactly as I found them. I then took a very small tiny bit of soap and dabbed it on my finger, and then smiled wickedly as I left Chris a little note on his vanity mirror.

I cover my mouth to keep from laughing out loud, and then made my great escape back to my cell. In less then ten minutes solid, I was already back in bed, and put only two out of the four screws back in the vent cover to keep its place. I then smiled to myself again as I drifted off to sleep eagerly waiting for tomorrow to come, and for my little prank to be set into motion.

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