Who: Mal & Tali What: A very unstable Mal finally snaps Where: Her sorority house in Cambridge, Massachusetts When: Saturday night, January 6th 2018 Warnings: Definitely some murder
Ever since she'd found out the truth about her parents, Mal had been in something of a tail spin. She'd barely made it through finals, in some cases having to take incompletes because she'd spent most of the exam staring off into space, or just not caring in the first place and intentionally leaving most of the bubbles blank. Her sisters had gotten fed up with her lack of participation in sorority sponsored end-of-the-semester blow outs, and when she wasn't mentally checked out in a class room, Mal spent most of the time holed up in her room being angry and antisocial, barely eating and drinking most of her meals. She didn't bother washing off her makeup so eventually she had something of a semi permanent smudge of black eyeliner under her eyes, and it was a miracle if she remembered to shower more than once in a week. For someone as tightly wound as Mal was, she'd definitely come unraveled pretty damn fast.
The sorority, law school, her future; suddenly all of it didn't matter to her. She'd held on so tightly to those things like a crutch, especially after she'd become a reincarnate and everything had become so much more uncertain for her. Mal had never really done well with unpredictability, she'd always preferred to be in complete control of her life, always ignoring the obvious impossibility of that. She'd always been the one with a plan for everything, from where she was going to be in the next five to ten years, to what outfit she was going to wear the next morning. Every single part of her life had been planned out exactly the way she wanted it, with the major exception of two things. Her parents deaths, and becoming a reincarnate.
Deep down, Mal still didn't feel much remorse when it came to their father and his very deserved fate. She knew how much of an asshole he had been, she'd witnessed him beat Sean enough times while they were growing up that there was no question of who their dad had been. A miserable, abusive piece of shit who had probably deserved to die a lot earlier. She was comfortable with that idea. Her mother, though. She hadn't done much to stop the abuse, maybe, but now that Mal was older, looking back she could see just how much their mother had been trapped in her own cycle of abuse with him, just like they were. And she'd loved her. It was stupid and childish, but Mal had always held their mother on something of a pedestal, and having to finish growing up without a mom? That hadn't been easy for her, considering her growing pains had been a whole lot different from most girls. Most girls didn't suddenly wake up with an evil fairy warring for dominance inside your own head that made everything in Mal's life twice as difficult.
Mal had been lost for a long time. Even with as tightly wound as she had always been and as hard as she had still continued to clutch to her carefully laid out plans for her life for awhile, she'd been adrift for years now, the only really solid thing still keeping her somewhat grounded being her brother. So, yeah. Finding out that not only had Sean actually killed their parents, but had let her believe otherwise for years? It was no wonder she'd snapped. She'd lost the very last thread from the comfort of her old life that had been tethering her to the earth. Now? She felt certifiably fucking insane. She'd had a couple weeks of peace where it was just her in an empty sorority house, but now that school was back in session, the house was once again filled with the annoying, shrill voices of her sorority sisters and it was really starting to make her twitch. Mal was itching to do something about it.
She didn't call Lex. As much as she enjoyed his similarly bitchy company, Mal wasn't in the mood for the kind of competition they usually thrived on. There was no calling Sean either, as Mal hadn't spoken to him since Thanksgiving, ever since she'd found out the truth. That left one person, and with considerably less reservations than she'd had previously when talking to an actual reincarnated demon, Mal texted Tali. I'm bored. Let's play. That done, she threw her iPhone back onto the bed and waited for her morally questionable companion to answer.