Three pairs of dark brown eyes flittered around the surrounding area taking in the scene before them. Three children were casually resting against the alley walls. One boy and two girls.

They couldn't have been more than between the ages of three and five, but they each stood with all the confidence in the world. The oldest was a boy whose lips were pulled into a small smirk as his eyes jumped quickly from person to person taken in cataloguing everything on them. The second oldest and the first girl was too busy taking note of each person and how easy it would be to manipulate. To get exactly what she wanted by force or by choice. And the last one. The youngest girl wasn't even paying attention to any of them anymore. Her eyes were all for the snakelet slithering across the ground.

Unbeknownst to her, her eyes flashed crimson red just like the reptile in front of her before they returned to the mocha colored irises she was used to. A bond was created. She had found her forever friend.

She was careful as she walked forward on her still unsteady legs. Her hair once again grown too long swishing against the back of her legs, but she paid no mind as she kept her gaze on her new friend. She had been trying forever to convince her father to get her pet, but she supposed her title as Daddy's Little Sultana was gone now that her useful to bring in more products for the shop rang through.

The little girl kept her movements slow and precise as she slowly lifted the snake up. It tensed in her hands, but she paid it no mind just letting the small creature hold onto her. This was her snakelet. This was her friend.

"I'm gonna call you Myne," the little girl whispered wobbling back over to the other kids to show off her latest friend. She didn't have many. No one wanted to be friends with the menaces. She might have been small and young, but she understood the insults.

Look at the Agrabah brood. Stealing once again.

I wonder how Jafar and Nasira feel seeing their children be the carbon copies of what they hated

I'm just saying its uncanny how much that girl looks like Princess Jasmine

I can't believe she was named after the Sultana

Dammit those three are on the move again

Who? The Agrabah kids? I've been calling them J3 in my head.

Did all their names have to start with a J?

"انظر إلى ما وجدت," the little girl stated. Her eyes were wide and excited when the older two looked at her. Their jaws dropped before they shared a look. The boy awkwardly cleared his throat before he bent down in front of the little girl.

"الأخت الصغيرة, we speak English out here," the boy replied in his own broken English. His eyes darting between the girl and the small reptile in her hands. "Put the snake down."

Her eyes narrowed, and she pouted angrily, "No. Myne mine." She turned her nose in the air and moved around him. This was her snake and she wouldn't let him take them. He can't take her friend. She felt tears brewing in her eyes and sniffled.

No, she won't cry. Aunt Nasira says crying is wrong. Evil girls don't cry.

The little girl walked forward right past the other and immediately headed for her own targets. Which was everyone. Despite them being all evil villains and icky people, no one could resist her charm.

She heard the other two scramble behind her making their way to their own targets, but she could also feel the weight of their gazes. They knew how bad the Isle was and they were not going to let anyone get their stinking hands on her. But she paid them no mind and she casually plucked things from unsuspecting targets and smiled and pouted her way out of trouble.

"Hello sweetheart," the little girl and her eyes flickered up to a man smiling down at her. But that wasn't what caught her attention. No, she paid more attention on the shiny silver watch he was wearing. "What's your name?"

Don't talk to strangers. Her Aunt Nasira hummed whenever she and the others went out to scavenge.

The little girl kept her mouth close and just shrugged her shoulders. The man's brows furrowed. "Can you talk?"

I can, but I'm not allowed to talk to you.

She tilted her head to the side as if she couldn't comprehend what he was saying. She saw the other two do this a lot. But then the man smiled. "Well this makes everything so much easier."

This time her brows furrowed and as the man's hands moved to grip her waist, she felt a jolt of fear rush through her. She took a step back at the same time her new friend jumped forward and bit the man. He let out a "manly" scream as he jumped and tried to shake away her friend.

The girl snarled and whipped out the small knife her father made her carry around with her and stabbed the man in the leg. No one hurts her friend. The man yelped again this time successfully throwing her friend off as he tried to dislodge the knife. She slowly approached her new friend once again and smiled with delight as it moved back towards her.

She let the reptile curl around her arm as the man spluttering curses out at her. Her knife hit the ground and before he could even move, she kicked him right in the spot of his wound. Another smile danced on her lips as the man yelped again giving her enough time to grab her weapon and scurry away.

"Someone grab that brat," she heard him snarl but she was small, and she was fast even if she didn't have steady legs.

She couldn't wait to tell her father what happened and how she still managed to get away the man's watch unnoticed.

The little girl quickly made her way back to the alley they were previously hiding in and only had to wait a minute before the other two came back. She could see each of their pockets overflowing with their stolen goods and how they both looked over her making sure she was alright.

When they didn't see any wounds, the boy walked forward and wrapped an around her shoulders, "Come on, Jazz. Let's go show dad our loot."

Three Years Later…

Jazmine had been with her brother and cousin at the party for Evil Queen's daughter birthday. Even at four years old, Jazmine could say that she was insanely impressed. She floundered around the other people grabbing anything her little hands could get their reach on and smiled impolitely when she was handed her baddie-bag.

She paused at the sight of an infant primate in its little container. She looked at the little tag on its feet and saw the Wonderland symbol. It was obviously the only explanation of how a monkey could be on this Island. Especially with Clayton around.

"I gonna call you Oro," she smiled. She walked back through the masses of people looking for her brother's beanie covered hair until she found him and huddled up to his side. He was talking to his friends Harry and Gil, the sons of Captain Hook and Gaston. She didn't say anything to them mainly because Jay didn't listen to her when she told him that they were stupid.

And then suddenly, thunder and lightning cracked and boomed, and rain began to pour from the heavens. She felt Jay's hands grip her arm and she looked up just like everyone else at the sight of Maleficent glaring down at them with the full force of her wrath.

"This celebration is over," she declared. "Now, shoo, flee, and scatter, like the little flees you are! And you! Evil Queen and your daughter! From now on, you are dead to the entire island! You do not exist! You are nothing! Never show your faces anywhere ever again! Or else!"

Jade made her way over to them and the three of them quickly took off towards her father's shop. But Jazz still managed to turn and glared up at Maleficent. She didn't notice that her eyes were glowing red.

"One day, I'm going to be the most power person in the world. And you're going to regret everything you ever did."

"Jamil? Jay, what happened to your hair?"

"I didn't steal enough, so dad cut it."

"Jazmine? Jazz, what are you doing!"

"I'm cutting my hair like yours."

"Father? Whaaa?"

His hand smacked against her face sharply.

"I am your master! Do you understand me Jazmine?"

Jazz nodded her head holding back her tears, "Yes, master." Evil girls don't cry.

Jafar walked around her slowly with a sneer on his face.

"Look at you. You're weak and foolish, I don't know what I was thinking when I named you after her. The reason Jasmine would hate you. You're nothing but a disgrace to this family!"

"Jazzzzzminee," Jazz heard inside of her head and she jumped up immediately looking around the room. The villains' history book tumbled out of her hands as she looked for who called her.

"Jazzzzminee," she heard again and this time she slowly pulled out her knife. Her eyes darted around her quickly and she took in the two exit points. The door to the room and the window that she was almost too big to keep sneaking out of.

"Itsss meee," it sounded like a hiss when she paid it more attention. Her eyes narrowed as she bent down to pick up Myne. She swore if this was Kaa messing with her then she was going to skin that D-List villain for all that he was worth. A hissy chuckle resonated in her head and she gripped her knife tighter. "Itsss meee. Myneee."

What?

Her eyes flickered over to the snake before her and this time she could feel a sort of sting behind her eyes. But she watched as Myne's eyes flashed a brighter red and a part of her understood.

"I can hear you in my head, Myne," the girl stated, and she feel the amusement coming from her friend. "This is awesome!"

Everyday whenever she had the time to spare, Jazz practiced making her eyes glow red. She felt powerful.

Jazz screamed as Jafar dragged her across the floors of the shop by her hair. Her hands were clawing uselessly at the tight grip he had as he opened the door to the cellar.

"Maybe some time down here will you give some sense," her father, no Jafar, said as he threw her down the stairs. She screamed as she went tumbling down. Before she could get up, he had already slammed the door closed.

Jazz could only stare and cry as she was locked down there for who knows how long. She felt the familiar sting behind her eyes as they glow red in the darkness. But she didn't cry. Evil girls don't cry.

"One day, I'm going to be the most power person in the world. And you're going to regret everything you ever did."