Abarat Re-Written

Disclaimer: I do not own Abarat nor any of it's characters. If I did I would be rich!

Note: Mischief and Malingo are both 16, nearly the same age as Candy. You'll see why I did this in future chapters. I also took out Mischief's brothers (sorry to the people who liked them but I couldn't keep up with their names!).

Prolouge

On the island of Gorgossium below one of the volcanoes was a precinct. It was where all of Abarat's notorious crimanals were sent. One of the prisoner's there was making a plan. He had been caught stealing one of Carrion's most precious items from one of his servants.

The prisoner took a needle out of his pocket that also contained a small pistol and put it toward the locks. He smirked, thinking, Those fools! They should've known better than to skip frisking a master criminal. He played with the lock for awhile until he heard a faint click and he yanked the lock open. The door of his cell creaked as he pushed it gently so as not to create a disturbance.

He tiptoed quietly down the narrow hallway and had his back toward the wall. Suddenly he heard footsteps coming closer. His heart was beating fast. Suddenly he saw the guard…

The guard was strolling and whistling while he carried an important package---to be delivered to Carrion of course. He didn't see the prisoner, only a fist coming in contact with his face, breaking his nose and knocking him unconscious.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" The prisoner said in a mocking tone. "A package? For Carrion? How sweet! I think I'll take this from you…it's the least I can do after destroying your face." And with great flourish, Mischief grabbed the package from the unconscious guard's hands and studied it. The brown box looked moldy and had a loose string tied around it. He carefully removed the string when---

"Hey! You there!" One of the guard's had spotted him. Shit, he thought as the guard ran back down the hallway to call for backup. "I guess it's time to go." He said amiably to the unconsious guard. "Been a real pleasure meeting you!" He waved his hand at him and ran down the hall just as the guard who spotted him hit the siren.

The noise rang in his ears as he sprinted through the exit and ran as fast as he could…

….only to reach the edge of the cliff.

He slipped, but caught himself. He saw the Sea of Izabella hitting the jagged rocks that lay below.

"Hold it right there, John Mischief." Mischief turned around slowly after hearing his name. He recognized that voice before he met the man's gaze: Mendelson Shape. He was staring at him menacingly, sensing the fear in John Mischief. He stepped forward casually, knowing that Mischief could not escape this one.

Mischief said nothing to Shape, just glanced down at the rocks below.

"You fool, did you really think you could escape this place? This is Gorgossium, boy. Carrion knows all your tricks…"

Mischief's heart just kept thumping as Shape talked. He kept looking at Shape then back to the sea below…

Shape had pulled out a pistol that was concealed in his robes and pointed it at Mischief. "Come back here, boy, and bring that package with you. I don't care if you jump, your life is of no importance to Carrion. Just bring the package."

Mischief held out the package to make it look like he was going to drop it into the waters below. He had a smirk on his face that made Shape furious and nervous.

"Fool, you don't know what's in there! Bring it back now! Or I'll shoot you!"

Mischief threw the package from one hand to the other. Then he said in an amused tone, "You want this? Yes? Then come and get it!" Before Shape could react, Mischief fell backwards and landed into the sea below…

Shape had gone back up to the tower where Carrion had awaited news of the commotion that had happened down in the precinct.

"Well?" Carrion's voice was filled with fury and agitation.

"Well….sir…J-J-John Mischief…he's…well…"

"Yes!"

"He has escaped…sir."

"What!" Carrion slammed his fists down on some books that were on his study.

"He escaped with your package…"

Carrion then slapped Shape across the face. Shape got knocked down and he backed up into a corner. Carrion knocked the books that were in his way, his eyes were red with anger and the fluid in that was encased in a neckbrace that he wore bubbled.

"You!" He pointed at Shape. "You! Go get him back and make sure that you bring that package! Do not fail me! Do you understand? Do not fail me or you will end up just like your brother!"

"Y-y-yes master…I shall not fail you…"

Shape exited the room, still shaking. The slap that Carrion had given him had stung. As soon as the door slammed behind him, Shape broke down into heart wrenching sobs.

In the waters, Mischief was floating unconcious, dreaming of his past life. He dreamed of innocent laughter, the smell of roses, the touch of a hand on his…and his voice calling out: Princess…Princess…Princess…!

Well, should I keep going with this? Plz read and review if you liked it or if u didn't! Ur flames help me be a better writer, so plz take the time to tell me if it sucked or if it was good. Thnx!