Agrabah 2932
By:Kalynn Osburn(Writer)
Laur Huser((Creator of Nefret))
The song blared on the radio as the driver cranked up the volume with a long, vaugly clawed hand. The street lights passed over the car like strobe lights, giving anyone who could actually see into the tinted windows a glance of an excessivly pale young woman with short, platinum blond hair, the two thick strands on each side of her cheeks colored a deep pine green. She wore dark shades that covered her eyes and masked any sort of emotion on her beautiful face. From her head, two small horns protruded, giving off exactly what species this woman belonged to. She was doned all in black leather armor, showing off her sleek, well toned body. The very aura around her screamed out assassin. This was in fact, her occupation, and already she was late for an appointment.
The streets of Agrabah weren't what they once were. No longer did merchents peddle their wares and haggle over prices. Now the only thing being sold was crack and herion, and the only haggling was done over keeping a bullet out of your ass. This was the world she'd been born into, unable to think of it as having once been the thriving, cheerful city the history book preached about. Even the statue of the once great hero Aladdin down in Midway Park was covered in graffiti and other obscenitys. Not that you could notice it during the night, not that anybody would be stupid enough to be wandering through Midway Park at night.
'Cept for me.' The woman grinned casually to herself as she threw on an old brown leather jacket. There were all sorts of thugs who littered this park after the few light that still worked went out. Building this place had been nothing more then creating a hive of theives and thugs, making every bush, ever tree you couldn't see behind a convienent place for a surprise attack. Only those with enough of a reputation walked around without harrassment. Apparently, this woman was one of those. The few sulky character that kept to the outskirts avoided her figure, and went on to easier targets.
"Your late."
The woman in black stopped in her tracks, adjusting her jacket and pulling out a cigerette. Her finger seemed to catch fire but she took no notice, bringing it up to the end and giving a long puff before blowing the smoke out into the chilly night air. "I'm never late, I arrive exactly when I feel like it.Besides, keeping to a schedual makes you too easy to track." she turned around suddenly, surprising her customer by appearing right beside him,giving no sign that she had moved from her position on the walkway before actually having done so. Her eyes glowed a dark, vibrent red from behind her glasses.Her wide, vulpine grin showed off fangs that would have made a vampire wince. "Shall we talk buisness?"
* * *
Nefret Anuxamoon stepped out from behind one of the tall marble pillers, wearing her outfit from the days service. A priestess at the Temple of Hathor, she showed no embaressment at being topless as she waved good-by at the few patrons who still cared to graces these holy halls of prayer. In a time where few people belived in any sort of better life, those who still attempted to find belife were to be commended.
She turned back inside and accepted a robe from one of her fellow priestesses, throwing it over her shoulders and tieing back her mass of plum purple curles. "Another day, and once again we have less coming then before." There were times where she wondered why she even did this job? Of course it wasn't her fault that her uncles had paid off their tax debts by giving her to the Temple at such an early age. Even though she could have left any time she pleased, this place had become more of a home to her then anywhere else had since the death of her father. Besides, here,Nefret had a place. She was useful and was well taken care of. There was no reason to leave the white marble and clean gold decorations in favor of the grey concreate and black alleyways.One of Nefret's favorite saysing was that whoever kept the temple clean was so anal retentive, the could stick a piece of coal up their ass and have a diamond in a week!
Nefret turned back inside and passed by several statues of the Goddess Hathor. In some odd way, she resembeled the goddess of pleausre. Nefret was a healthy sized girl, though incredibly attractive. Her body had a pear shape too it that she kept with pride and frequent snacking. Her skin was often said to have the same color as a mocchachino from Starbucks without the froth. Her purple hair frequently astounded people, since she swore to Hathor that she never used dyes or any sort of pygment in it to make it that color. She hips swung merrily back and forth as she went to her room.
Her pharoh hound,Anubis met her at the door. Having been here since six, Anubis was the only true possession she owned besides a few gold braclets and cerimonal outfits. The dog licked her fingers joyusly as he sat up on the cot. Anubis was useually meant to gaurd her while giving a preformance. Now-a-days, many people had no respect for the sanctity of a holy place no matter what God it served, and there were times when Anubis had been forced to take a chunk of flesh from some overly eager men in order to kee his mistress safe. But to anyone friendly, Anubis was as pleasent as a sunny day, and well-mannered.
"Anubis I just don't know why I bother anymore?" Nefret began as she patted her dogs head. "Every day they just look more pathetic and hopless then the next. Why most of them even come to cerimones is beyond me!" She flung her skimpy skirt into a drawer and pulled out her clean pair of jeans and a Ankh If You Love Hathor belly shirt."I mean, most of them only show up because this place has central heating and it's freezing outside! And people say this used to be a desert! Ha! The only sand I see is in playgrounds."Nefret slipped on a pair of sneakers and threw on her trench coat. "I'm going to the Bazzar and see if I can pick up soem more sandlewood soaps. Coming with me?"
One of the oddest things about Anubis was his ability to understand his mistresses words. Not just simple comands like'Stay', 'Fetch', and 'Sit', but actual sentences. Which was why it came as no surprise when he jumped off the bed and went over to the door, twisting the knob with his jaws and opening it for Nefret. "Good boy."She reached down and scratched between his ears as the began walking down the halls.
"Keep that thing steady!"
"I'm trying!"
"And keep yer voice down!We don't need no'body comin' round!"
Nefret froze and hide behind a piller. She didn't recognise the two voices as one of the priests and slowly peeked around the corner.Sure enough, they weren't priests. She could see one of them using a pry-bar to work on a large amythest eye on a statue of Hathor, the other one holding a gun and keeping a look out. The one with the gun appeared jittery and kept nibbleing his bottom lip."Will you hurry! I don't like being in here with all them statues. Their eyes give me willies."
Anubis gave a low growl and Nefret slapped her hands down over the dogs mouth. Automatically the theives froze. "Who's 'er? I warn 'ya I got a gun!" The Jitter man lifted his weapond and Nefret tried to keep her dog from growling again.
"Take a look around while I keep working on the gem." The Pry-Bar one ordered and grunted as her tried to force the jewel from it's place."Go on!' he urged and kicked his partner ford. "And if ya gotta shoot try and get the gun against 'em so it don't make much noise."
Nefret motioned to Anubis to walk ford and make himself noticed. The dog flattened his ears against his head and gave a low whine, walking out from behind the piller in a swift trot. As soon as the hound appeared, Jitter's gave a start and gripped his chest, aiming the gun for the dog. "Oh..oh shit. Scared the Hell outta me ya damn mutt." he said with a trace of humor. The man turned around. "Hey Malvin! It's just a dog!Uack!"
Nefret wrapped an arm around the mans neck and brought her heavy metal bracelet against the back of his head, knocking him to the ground as the other man yelled for his companion. Anubis barrled ford, latching onto the fallen man's throat and holding him down as Nefret stamped on his foot and kicked the back towards herself. "Thats what you get for messing with a Goddesses temple." she spat and kicked him on the side of the head to knock him out.
A loud,angry yell was all the warning she was given before the one with the pry-bar charged her. Anubis was up off the other man in an instant and tackleing the pry-bar man's legs as Nefret snaped her wrist against the man's clavical and brough the gun against his head. "Jerk!" Nefret yelled and picked up the bar. "Hold 'em down Anubis." she motioned and the hound struck a hunting pose, baring his teeth and growling dangerousely.Nefret walked over to a piller and opened up a small panle on the side, pulling out a hand-held phone."Hello police...I'd like to report a robber...ack!"
The blue laser had fired, incenerating the phone and charring half the piller with it's blast. "That won't be nessicary sweetheart." Came a low, suultry female voice. Nefret didn't waist a second before swinging the gun around to where she judged the voice to be. "Ohhh tough girl huh.." There was a flash of silver and the gun was halved, the barrle falling to the floor. Anubis jumped to beside his mistress and again set about a low growling, his claws making tiny click click sounds. A pair of red eyes flashed from the same place the sword had come from. "Easy there puppy,I wouldn't want to have to cut you into the shape of a poodle now would I?" A sharp, deadly growl emmited itself and Anubis gave a low, frightened whimper.
Nefret lifted the crow-bar in her other hand."Who are you...and what are you doing here in this holy place?"
The song blared on the radio as the driver cranked up the volume with a long, vaugly clawed hand. The street lights passed over the car like strobe lights, giving anyone who could actually see into the tinted windows a glance of an excessivly pale young woman with short, platinum blond hair, the two thick strands on each side of her cheeks colored a deep pine green. She wore dark shades that covered her eyes and masked any sort of emotion on her beautiful face. From her head, two small horns protruded, giving off exactly what species this woman belonged to. She was doned all in black leather armor, showing off her sleek, well toned body. The very aura around her screamed out assassin. This was in fact, her occupation, and already she was late for an appointment.
The streets of Agrabah weren't what they once were. No longer did merchents peddle their wares and haggle over prices. Now the only thing being sold was crack and herion, and the only haggling was done over keeping a bullet out of your ass. This was the world she'd been born into, unable to think of it as having once been the thriving, cheerful city the history book preached about. Even the statue of the once great hero Aladdin down in Midway Park was covered in graffiti and other obscenitys. Not that you could notice it during the night, not that anybody would be stupid enough to be wandering through Midway Park at night.
'Cept for me.' The woman grinned casually to herself as she threw on an old brown leather jacket. There were all sorts of thugs who littered this park after the few light that still worked went out. Building this place had been nothing more then creating a hive of theives and thugs, making every bush, ever tree you couldn't see behind a convienent place for a surprise attack. Only those with enough of a reputation walked around without harrassment. Apparently, this woman was one of those. The few sulky character that kept to the outskirts avoided her figure, and went on to easier targets.
"Your late."
The woman in black stopped in her tracks, adjusting her jacket and pulling out a cigerette. Her finger seemed to catch fire but she took no notice, bringing it up to the end and giving a long puff before blowing the smoke out into the chilly night air. "I'm never late, I arrive exactly when I feel like it.Besides, keeping to a schedual makes you too easy to track." she turned around suddenly, surprising her customer by appearing right beside him,giving no sign that she had moved from her position on the walkway before actually having done so. Her eyes glowed a dark, vibrent red from behind her glasses.Her wide, vulpine grin showed off fangs that would have made a vampire wince. "Shall we talk buisness?"
* * *
Nefret Anuxamoon stepped out from behind one of the tall marble pillers, wearing her outfit from the days service. A priestess at the Temple of Hathor, she showed no embaressment at being topless as she waved good-by at the few patrons who still cared to graces these holy halls of prayer. In a time where few people belived in any sort of better life, those who still attempted to find belife were to be commended.
She turned back inside and accepted a robe from one of her fellow priestesses, throwing it over her shoulders and tieing back her mass of plum purple curles. "Another day, and once again we have less coming then before." There were times where she wondered why she even did this job? Of course it wasn't her fault that her uncles had paid off their tax debts by giving her to the Temple at such an early age. Even though she could have left any time she pleased, this place had become more of a home to her then anywhere else had since the death of her father. Besides, here,Nefret had a place. She was useful and was well taken care of. There was no reason to leave the white marble and clean gold decorations in favor of the grey concreate and black alleyways.One of Nefret's favorite saysing was that whoever kept the temple clean was so anal retentive, the could stick a piece of coal up their ass and have a diamond in a week!
Nefret turned back inside and passed by several statues of the Goddess Hathor. In some odd way, she resembeled the goddess of pleausre. Nefret was a healthy sized girl, though incredibly attractive. Her body had a pear shape too it that she kept with pride and frequent snacking. Her skin was often said to have the same color as a mocchachino from Starbucks without the froth. Her purple hair frequently astounded people, since she swore to Hathor that she never used dyes or any sort of pygment in it to make it that color. She hips swung merrily back and forth as she went to her room.
Her pharoh hound,Anubis met her at the door. Having been here since six, Anubis was the only true possession she owned besides a few gold braclets and cerimonal outfits. The dog licked her fingers joyusly as he sat up on the cot. Anubis was useually meant to gaurd her while giving a preformance. Now-a-days, many people had no respect for the sanctity of a holy place no matter what God it served, and there were times when Anubis had been forced to take a chunk of flesh from some overly eager men in order to kee his mistress safe. But to anyone friendly, Anubis was as pleasent as a sunny day, and well-mannered.
"Anubis I just don't know why I bother anymore?" Nefret began as she patted her dogs head. "Every day they just look more pathetic and hopless then the next. Why most of them even come to cerimones is beyond me!" She flung her skimpy skirt into a drawer and pulled out her clean pair of jeans and a Ankh If You Love Hathor belly shirt."I mean, most of them only show up because this place has central heating and it's freezing outside! And people say this used to be a desert! Ha! The only sand I see is in playgrounds."Nefret slipped on a pair of sneakers and threw on her trench coat. "I'm going to the Bazzar and see if I can pick up soem more sandlewood soaps. Coming with me?"
One of the oddest things about Anubis was his ability to understand his mistresses words. Not just simple comands like'Stay', 'Fetch', and 'Sit', but actual sentences. Which was why it came as no surprise when he jumped off the bed and went over to the door, twisting the knob with his jaws and opening it for Nefret. "Good boy."She reached down and scratched between his ears as the began walking down the halls.
"Keep that thing steady!"
"I'm trying!"
"And keep yer voice down!We don't need no'body comin' round!"
Nefret froze and hide behind a piller. She didn't recognise the two voices as one of the priests and slowly peeked around the corner.Sure enough, they weren't priests. She could see one of them using a pry-bar to work on a large amythest eye on a statue of Hathor, the other one holding a gun and keeping a look out. The one with the gun appeared jittery and kept nibbleing his bottom lip."Will you hurry! I don't like being in here with all them statues. Their eyes give me willies."
Anubis gave a low growl and Nefret slapped her hands down over the dogs mouth. Automatically the theives froze. "Who's 'er? I warn 'ya I got a gun!" The Jitter man lifted his weapond and Nefret tried to keep her dog from growling again.
"Take a look around while I keep working on the gem." The Pry-Bar one ordered and grunted as her tried to force the jewel from it's place."Go on!' he urged and kicked his partner ford. "And if ya gotta shoot try and get the gun against 'em so it don't make much noise."
Nefret motioned to Anubis to walk ford and make himself noticed. The dog flattened his ears against his head and gave a low whine, walking out from behind the piller in a swift trot. As soon as the hound appeared, Jitter's gave a start and gripped his chest, aiming the gun for the dog. "Oh..oh shit. Scared the Hell outta me ya damn mutt." he said with a trace of humor. The man turned around. "Hey Malvin! It's just a dog!Uack!"
Nefret wrapped an arm around the mans neck and brought her heavy metal bracelet against the back of his head, knocking him to the ground as the other man yelled for his companion. Anubis barrled ford, latching onto the fallen man's throat and holding him down as Nefret stamped on his foot and kicked the back towards herself. "Thats what you get for messing with a Goddesses temple." she spat and kicked him on the side of the head to knock him out.
A loud,angry yell was all the warning she was given before the one with the pry-bar charged her. Anubis was up off the other man in an instant and tackleing the pry-bar man's legs as Nefret snaped her wrist against the man's clavical and brough the gun against his head. "Jerk!" Nefret yelled and picked up the bar. "Hold 'em down Anubis." she motioned and the hound struck a hunting pose, baring his teeth and growling dangerousely.Nefret walked over to a piller and opened up a small panle on the side, pulling out a hand-held phone."Hello police...I'd like to report a robber...ack!"
The blue laser had fired, incenerating the phone and charring half the piller with it's blast. "That won't be nessicary sweetheart." Came a low, suultry female voice. Nefret didn't waist a second before swinging the gun around to where she judged the voice to be. "Ohhh tough girl huh.." There was a flash of silver and the gun was halved, the barrle falling to the floor. Anubis jumped to beside his mistress and again set about a low growling, his claws making tiny click click sounds. A pair of red eyes flashed from the same place the sword had come from. "Easy there puppy,I wouldn't want to have to cut you into the shape of a poodle now would I?" A sharp, deadly growl emmited itself and Anubis gave a low, frightened whimper.
Nefret lifted the crow-bar in her other hand."Who are you...and what are you doing here in this holy place?"