Ship Of Dreams- Titanic/ Disney Descendants FanFiction

Chapter 8- A Thief's Past

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"What are you talking about?" Ben said in confusion.

"Let me explain,"

**Flashback-- New York City, 1908**

"I was sent to do it alone. When I found them that night, they had a box and walked out of the store, and I didn't know why it was so important to my mother. I had some mud on my face for a disguise. I tried to take the box from them but the men had his valet waiting in his car. I had a knife and gun with me, even though I never used one before."

Mal felt herself breath heavily as she hid around the corner in an alley. She saw them open the box and quickly closing it and placing it back in the bag. They walked in her direction, she prepared her gun and knife. She had no one beside her, Mal was alone in her mission.

It wasn't very busy outside, it was near midnight. The lamps lit the streets, making the shadows and darkness Mal's greatest advantage.

The couple walked closer in her direction. Mal pulled out her gun revealed herself to them. They jumped and looked frightened.

"Give me the bag!" Mal yelled out, having her blade aimed at them. She made sure her face wasn't seen in the light, her body being in the darkness.

"Don't hurt us!" The woman exclaimed.

"Give me the bag!" Mal repeated. She took out her gun, aiming at the couple. She heard someone behind her, making her turn around and shoot. The person, a man, ducked behind a car. The woman dropped the bag, the box tumbling out.

Mal immediately grabbed it, but the two men tried to stop her. She used her knife to slash one of the men in the arm, making him let her go. She punched the other man in the gut and jaw, making him weak enough for her to escape.

The thief ran through the alley, not looking back at the men and woman. When she turned into a corner, she calmed down.

"I never felt my heartbeat so wild before. When I looked in my hand,  I had the box. I was going to go back to my mother, not even open the case, but the woman who I stole from stopped me."

"You're not like her," the thief quickly pulled out her gun, aiming at the one spoke. She saw the woman who bought the jewel.

"Don't come any closer!" Mal yelled out.

"Just hear me out," Mal hesitated at first but nodded, still holding up her weapon.

"I know who you are," the woman told her. "I know you don't want to do this,"

"You don't know me!"

"I can see you're in Maleficent's gang," The thief was shocked, slowly lowering her gun.

"How did you know?"

"I volunteer part-time to help those in need. I heard a lot about Maleficent, about what she does to those who can not help themselves,"

The bandit lowered her gun and saw hope in the woman's eyes. "Aren't you going to call the police?"

"I can see you don't want to do this. You to be better than Maleficent, but in a good way."

"I didn't know how she could see good in me, but I believed her. She didn't know anything about me, but she somehow knew I wanted more in life.

Mal stood there, but before she could say anything, she heard a gunshot in the air. Mal and the woman ducked. The thief looked up to see the two men, one with a  gun. Mal held onto the box and aimed her weapon at the man with the gun.

The husband kept his wife behind him. She tried to stop the two but had no avail. Mal was cornered. The man nodded at the other man, who was about to shoot Mal. It all happened very quickly.

Mal held up her gun, closed her eyes, and shot. She heard a woman's cry. She opened her eyes, seeing the woman on the ground. Blood was soaked in her clothes, her husband kneeled beside her.

The thief was shocked. She saw the woman look at her, mouthing the words 'run'. Mal, without a second thought, ran through the alley.

"After I left them, I didn't go back to my mother. I spent the night sleeping under a bridge. By the next morning, the news of her death was already out."

Mal woke up, feeling the grass under her. She got up, seeing a small river below her. After she ran away from her mission, she hid under a bridge. She usually went there when she wanted to be alone or to get away from her mother.

The people in New York City were going about their usual. The rich were in the luxurious cars while the poor were begging for any money.

Mal kept her head down, making sure no one saw her. She walked passed a young boy waving a newspaper and yelling the headline.

"Extra, Extra! Mill Owner's Wife Murder!" Mal stopped and looked at the stand of newspapers. She took out ten cents, paying the boy in trade for the daily paper. As she reread the title, she read the article.

Mal felt many feelings. She felt anger because it didn't mention it was an accident. She felt guilty for killing the woman who saw good in her. She felt scared most of all. Scared of what her mother would say. Scared that she'll be killed.

With all these feelings inside her, she saved the paper in her bag. Mal walked on her usual route to get to her mother's headquarters. It was in an 'abandoned' warehouse near the Hudson River. She stared at the building, being on the other side of the river. She saw the few henchmen surrounding the area, keeping an eye out for any intruders.

Mal knew that she would be in trouble. Everyone knew someone killed Belle, and someone tried to steal from the DeWitt Bukater couple. Mal looked in her bag, seeing the newspaper, $10, her drawings, blank papers, and her drawing kit that had pencils, a small knife, and eraser.

Without a second thought, Mal turned and walked away.

**April 13,1912-- R.M.S. Titanic**

"I never meant to kill her," Mal said will tearful eyes. "I just wanted to please my mother for once,"

Mal opened her bag, pulling out a newspaper. It was a crumpled paper bit still in one piece. She handed it to Ben, who read it.

The article said that Adam DeWitt Bukater, a mill owner, and his wife, Belle DeWitt Bukater, were mugged after they visited a jewelry shop. Adam tried to stop the female robber but it all ended in tragedy. The robber ended up killing Belle and running away.

"You killed her," Ben said softly. Mal nodded, tears streaming down her face.

"I didn't want to," She said. "I never meant to shoot her. I'm sorry,"

Ben didn't know what to feel. Should he feel anger and leave Mal, like what his father would do, or should he be a forgiving man, like what his mother would do?

"You aren't like your mother, you are not a criminal," Ben said after a moment of silence. "I'm not like my father. We are not automatically like them. We get to choose we're going to be."

Mal looked up at him, feeling somewhat better. Ben looked into her eye, seeing a beautiful woman and not a criminal.

"I can look into your eyes and I can tell you're not evil,"

"Thank you," Mal said, wiping away her tears.

"For what?"

"You're the only person who knows what I've done, over than Evie. You have a gift. You see people,"

"I see you,"

"And?"

"You should make your own choices,"
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A/N-- I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. I  got out of writers block, so I'll try to update as much as I can.

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