Sorry for the long wait. I've been busy with college work.
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Hell's Champion; The Left Hand
Everyone in the palace gathers around as the Queen continues to sob furiously on Ali's chest. The prince feels helpless as his lover laments over the absence of her beloved sister. Kai and Gerda come forth and try to comfort their heartbroken mistress.
"My lady, please. Don't cry. We're going to do whatever we can for the return of Anna and Kristoff."
"It's impossible," Elsa muffles in Ali's chest. "It'll never happen." She cries some more. "As long as that monster has them."
"Elsa," Ali finally speaks. His whole being is pained with the sound of Elsa's crying voice.
But Elsa stops crying. Her body stiffens, making Ali look harder at her. Her face pulls up from his warm chest, and blank blue eyes stare at him. "Why didn't you stop him?" she asks with a shocked tone.
"W- What?"
"Why. Didn't. You. Stop him?" Elsa breathes heavier with emotions.
"I- I couldn't. He was going to kill you. This was the only thing I could do."
Elsa's eyes widen and her jaws were slacked open. She gets off of Ali and stands up; Ali does the same. "So you chose me over Anna! You sacrificed my sister and her fiance!"
"What! No! That's not what I was trying to do."
"But you did. You traded Anna and Kristoff away just to get that monster to leave. I… I can't believe this! You know how much Anna means to me."
"But Elsa. I couldn't let you die."
"I promised Anna that nothing will happen to her. I wanted to protect her! At all costs!"
"Elsa-"
"No! You you you," her redden eyes begin to spill tears yet again. "I trusted you!"
Ali is speechless. Completely perplexed.
"I just wanted you to be safe, Elsa."
"But what about ANNA!" She yells her name. The snow queen's blood boils hot. "It should've been me. Not her!"
"Elsa please. Don't you know how much you mean to me?"
"You clearly don't know how much Anna means to me." She cries again, collapsing onto her knees, covering her eyes as if her tears would flow out like open faucets if she didn't. Ali tries to hold her, but she pulls her shoulders away from his gentle hands. Everyone in the courtyard can only stay silent, unsure how to console the separated sister. "What's going to happen to them?"
Everyone turns to Ali, wanting to know the answer.
"Um… I'm not sure. They can't be dead; that's for sure. If father wanted them dead, he would've killed them at the spot. That's how cruel I see him now."
Hans walks up to them. "Ali, you said it yourself that your father resorts to three options of torment. Execution, imprisonment, and slavery. If it's not death, than it has to be one of the other two."
"Well yeah. He would either throw them into the dungeon, where they'll only be fed once a day; or…"
"Or what?" Elsa uncovers her eyes.
"Uhh."
"Tell me!" She grabs Ali's shoulders and shakes him anxiously. "What else could happen?"
"They could be sold as slaves. There's one particular slave master that father usually sells his captured enemies to. His name is Baqir, but he's more commonly known as the Shirriir, meaning the "Wicked" one."
"The- the wicked one."
Ali nods slowly. "He's very cruel and is known to brutalize his slaves. I- If Anna and Kristoff are sold to him…" Ali's words trail off.
"Then what! What's going to happen to them," Elsa wails.
Ali shakes his head. "I don't know. I never seen what happens to his slaves. Only once did I get to see what happens to those who are forced to serve him. The soldiers that attacked me years ago, you know, the Ottoman ones who came; and that's when Quick-Shot was born. Only one of them survived, and father had him sold off to Baqir. I remember how he was like before, and- and when I saw him again- It was when Baqir came to the palace about a year after to get his hands on yet another slave, I saw the soldier with him… He was dead on the inside." Ali whispers the last sentence. "He- He was completely broken. It looked like he lost all hope."
His words grieve the Queen even more. She can feel her chest tightening, dreading the possible torture her sister and her soon-to-be brother-in-law will face. "We have to do something. We have to get them back."
"We can't," Ali holds her shoulders. "It's too dangerous. He'll hunt us down if we try to go to Agrabah."
"How could you be so selfish. What about Anna and Kristoff?"
"What about you! I love you Elsa, and I'm not letting you go kill yourself. You're staying here in Arendelle, and that's final!"
Silence
The air is thick between these two. Elsa huffs out her frustration and stands up. She turns around and walks back into the palace, shutting the door behind her.
"Awwgh" Kristoff moans while opening his eyes. The swaying and rocking motion on the ground blurs his vision initially. When his sight clears, he sees the main deck of what he assumes to be a large ship. The men who grabbed Anna were also seen on different parts of the ship. Wait a minute. Where is Anna?
"Krissy!" her voice whispers to this right. "Thank god you're okay."
Kristoff looks over to see his fiance tied up on one of the large poles that makes the base of the main sail. By instinct, the shocked lover attempts to run over to his beloved woman. However, it seems that he too is tied up to another pole, and his ropes appear thicker than Anna's.
"What's going on, Anna?"
"We're prisoners! Cassim is going to take us to Arabia."
What! How did this happen? Arabia! I've never even been anywhere south of the North Sea, and now Anna and I are being taken to another continent? How are we going to get out of this mess?
"Kristoff. I'm so scared. This guy's a monster."
"I know. But everything is going to be okay, alright. I'm going to be with you Anna. Don't worry."
"You don't get it, Kristoff. When you were out, he killed so many people."
"What! Who? Don't tell me Elsa and Ali are dead."
"No. He spared them for us. I don't know why he wants us. But Kristoff listen. Remember all those guards and also his own soldiers. Not these ninjas, but the ones that were actual soldiers. He killed them all! It was so horrible. He just… burned them alive."
Anna shuts her eyes. The horrific images are pressing into her thoughts. Kristoff has never seen her so disturbed before. He can't stand it. "Anna, look at me."
She shakes her head.
"Anna please. Look at me."
"Noohoho," she starts to cry.
"Sweetheart. I love you. But I can't help if you don't look at me."
After some whimpers, she slowly musters up the courage to open her eyes, trembling as her watery pupils latch onto her fiance's. Kristoff's eyes warm strongly, trying to comfort hers from this frustrating distance between their ropes.
"It's okay. I'm right here. I'll protect you."
"Can you now?" says a voice from above. Jafar swoops down from the higher deck of the ship. "Hope you don't mind. I was listening in on this little convo you two lovebirds were having."
"Keep away from us, freak."
"Hey, just because I have wings doesn't make me a freak. Oh, and by the way. You should probably keep it down. The Sultan's a little grumpy right now. Ali's betrayal is still hot in his head."
"I don't give a damn about that man." Kristoff raises his voice. "You can tell him to-"
"Woah woah woah," Jafar covers Kristoff's mouth. "Don't be stupid. You want to die?" He lets go of his mouth, hovering towards a few crates. "While you guys were all watching that battle, I've manage to get some goodies at that harbor. Lets see what's in this box."
"You stole from my city," Anna snaps. "What's wrong with you people. Haven't you've done enough to Arendelle?"
"Relax, babe. It's only a few boxes. It's not like I stole anything valuable. Well, except for this shiny little thing." He shows his ring finger at the two, on it was Anna's engagement ring.
"*Gasp* How did you get that?"
"On your finger?"
"No, but I didn't see you take it."
"You were too busy kicking and screaming, lady."
"Kicking and screaming?!" Kristoff exclaims.
"Yeah, apparently your girlfriend doesn't like being tied up. Bummer for you, really."
"Okay, you guys are really going too far. Give Anna back her ring and untie us."
"I don't think you understand, Krissy. You-"
"Hey! Only I can call him that."
"Fine… I don't think you understand, Prissy. You guys are under the Sultan's custody. So that means I ain't untying you two until we reach home. As for you, girly. This ring isn't really suitable for where you're going. So I'll keep it. Maybe I can sell it to one of the noble women in Agrabagh. After all, a ring this too valuable for use-to-be princess."
"What is that suppose to mean?"
"It means you ain't one anymore. You are now a prisoner! Or slave. Which ever the two Cassim picks."
"S- Slave? No, we can't" Anna looks at Kristoff. "I've never done hard labor before, Kristoff. What if they make us work for four hours straight?"
A cold laugh escape Jafars belly. "Ahahahaha. That's a good one. Four hours. Just FOUR hours! Lady, you're going to be working the whole day if you become a slave. The day I see Baqir make his slaves work only four hours is the day Cassim falls in love. Hehehe… Uh oh." He quickly ducks as if he's expecting a slap or maybe even a fireball to hit him. But nothing happens, as he looks up at the upper deck to the king still standing at the front of the ship, facing the open sea with his arms crossed. "Phew, that was close. Now then. Lets see what's in these boxes."
Jafar tears open one of the crates with his trident and practically dives in all the ways. The box appears to dance around as the crazed demon rummages through its insides. "Woooh, what's this?" He pops up with a glass bottle. "Scotch from 1800. What's scotch suppose to be."
"Alcohol," one of the black-clothed men appears. His face fully revealed, Kristoff and Anna double take as they recognize him as one of Abu's crewmates.
"Uh oh, that's bad." Jafar taunts the bottle. "This is forbidden in our country." He throws the bottle at the wall between Anna and Kristoff. Both yelp and turn their heads away as the bottle flies to the wall, bursting into shards of glass.
"Ah!" Kristoff grunts as one shard scraps his cheek.
"Krissy! Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just a prick." A thin, red line appears on his cheek. "I hope this isn't permanent."
"Too early to worry about that," the ninja walks towards them. "If you guys get sold to the Shirriir, you'll be getting much worse than that."
"What's a sher?"
"Shirriir, you buffoon. Baqir is the slave master who lives in the city. If you guys become slaves, then he's your owner." The ninja now trails off to Anna. "Although." His voice softens. "You're too soft for such a rough life. No, you're too delicate of a flower." He strokes Anna's cheek with the back of his fingers.
"Now you listen here, bud!" Kristoff pulls hard from his ropes. "You get your filthy hands off her. NOW!"
He ignores him. "Such beautiful girl. You shouldn't be treated this harsh. You need better care than this."
"Back off, you animal." Anna tries to bite his fingers, but he snatches them away with a speed that could catch a cat off guard.
"Don't be so feisty, Princess." He trails his hand down her shoulder, Anna looks away with disgust. "Your skin is so smooth and soft. Very very pleasing."
"Hamza!" A voice growls behind Jafar. Another Black Claws member marches towards the ninja. "Do not mess with the her. She's an infidel, remember?"
Hamza quickly steps away from Anna, turning to his leader and bowing his head. "I forgot about that, master. I'm sorry."
Anna looks at Kristoff, perplexed. What does her being an 'infidel' have to do with anything?
The master glares at him and then at Anna. His appearance differs from the rest of the Black Claws. Whereas all the ninjas seem to be at their late teens and early twenties, this one looks to be at his late thirties. The second oldest on the ship, Cassim being the first. Also, whereas most of these black-clothed warriors keep their faces either clean shaven or with a beard nowhere bigger than the Sultan's, his beard is as long as his fists, also fuzzy long on the sides. He is also of a bulky stature, though not as large as Kristoff. However, the most contrast the master has to his pupils was his eyes. Their color is more of a hazel tone, unlike the usual dark browns that the other Arabs on this ship have. There is also a feel of a hawk or a falcon when looking into his eyes. Anna stiffens as he stares blinkless at her.
"From now on. No one except for the king is allowed near these two until end of this voyage."
"Yes, Master Rais."
"Hey hey hey," Jafar floats in front of his face. "I take offense to that. You should've said the King and Jafar."
"Quiet Jafar."
Jafar gasps very loudly and prolonged. "How dare you! I'm the King's right hand. You can't say that to me… I- I'm telling on you." He flies off to the upper deck.
Slowly landing right behind his creator, he bows down. "Your majesty! Rais told me to shut up!"
"Then shut up."
"Bu- But- He didn't put whip cream or a cherry on top."
"Shut up Jafar," Cassim speaks harshly.
Jafar ducks again, but then flies back to the lower deck. "Umm. Yeah. He said don't ever say that again, Rais."
Rais ignores him and walks away.
"Fine, don't believe me. But I'm still his right hand! You can be his left hand."
-:-
The sun glows red now. The ship continues to speed through the waters with three large jets propelling them. Still on European waters, Cassim watches the lands nearby on the same spot he's been standing on for the last several hours. His face bears great ponder and frustration.
Rais carefully walks up to the King. "Forgive me for intruding, sire. But it disturbs me to see you like this."
"I've lost my own son, Rais. He left me for that wretched girl. What do you expect me to be like?"
"You still have Prince Abdullah, my king. I'm sure he'll be able to maintain your empire."
"We'll see."
"What are you going to do with Ali, though? I have a hunch he might come to 'rescue' the Princess and her man."
Cassim snarls. A snarl that sounds like it came more from canine then a human. "If he or that ice brat dare try to come..." His rage singes inside his heart. The lust to kill bleeds through his teeth, as he can feel himself slipping into insanity. Insanity made out of pure anger. "ERRR"
The jets behind the ship disappears.
"Your majesty?"
"Stay here," the King growls. Fiery phoenix wings appear from his back as he ascends above the floor. With a large disk below him, it launches jets out and propels Cassim away from the ship towards the uninhabited land.
Reaching the land which holds a large forest, Cassim stares hard at the horizon. Anger. Hatred. Malignity. It all circulates through his veins. His hands glow with vibrant colors of red, yellow, and orange. Spinning typhoons of fire form onto his hands. His teeth grit with overbearing rage. Though the forest cannot see this raging devil staring it down, it can probably feel its impending doom closing in.
"AAARH"
Throwing his hands out, the flaming typhoons launch out two raging streams of an inferno lashing out at the land. Walls of fire spread throughout the coastline and into the dense woodland. Giant flocks of birds flee from the entire land, as the fire continues its rampage. Hundreds of kilometers have gone by, yet the fire refuses to slow down. Before long, the whole forest is engulfed by the flames, burning down to its untimely death.
"Oh my god, Kristoff. LOOK!" Anna and Kristoff both stare from far at sea, seeing the once green, luscious land now orange with searing flames. Rais and the other ninjas also stare ominously at the supernatural destruction.
"Wallahi. I've never in all my life have seen such destruction by one man."
Still injecting more fire into his inferno, Cassim bellows another roar at his raging flames. The enormous fire begins to spin around in a large, low, and leveled hurricane. The speed picks up as the cyclone condense smaller in radius, now taking up only half the area.
Still screaming, something unusual happens to the King. No living being is close enough to see it (at least no being that hasn't been burnt to ashes at this point: the forest animals that is). From his body, a ghostly image of himself appears to manifest out of him. Raising above the real Cassim, this image continues to scream as his eyes blur into white blanks. The image is then suddenly sucked into the fiery tornado. You might think that's the last you've seen of it, but look again. Now Cassim's face appears at the side of the tornado, probably hundreds of meters large. The face begins to deform and mutilate. The nose flattens down, the forehead enlarges, the chin widens, and eventually the face bears no resemblance at all to Cassim's. Instead, it appears one that is uglier, more grotesque, and unnaturally angered.
The face fades into the flames. The vortex condenses even smaller. Much smaller. Cassim attempts to fly in and follow the shrinking flames, curious to see what he made. The vortex begins to morph into a completely different shape. One with a head and limbs. A creature. A creature created from the blazes of Cassim's wrath.
From head to the ground, he stands eight feet tall, a body that seems to be nothing but raw muscle under that thick, seemingly impenetrable skin. His face, now more solid than it was on the tornado, is mostly humanoid, except for the nose which seems to resemble more of a bull's snout. His body is also mostly like a man's… from the waist up. Below that, it's more like an ox, but more erect and knees at the front like humans. His feet also are half oxen and half human; having two large toes but also a heel. Also, on his temples, two long bull-like horns protrude out an additional foot above his head. Making him actually nine feet tall. Standing in front of him, Cassim actually feels short for once, though that doesn't seem to bother him. The King looks very intrigued by his new creation.
The beast snarls a sound that even a lions roar can't beat, white hot steam escaping his nostrils. His enraged face cringes as he searches down for his new voice. Extending his colossal arms out to his sides, clenching hands to two fist. His body tenses with rages. Every muscle in his body ripples with strength that can throw a large boulder 100 yards away.
His right fist pounds his right chest, creating a loud boom of sound amongst the burnt land.
"GLORY TO THE SULTAN!"
He pounds his left hand to his left pectoral, generating another shockwave.
"GLORY TO THE JAHANNUM!"
Rewinding his fists back apart. He pounds his chest with both hands at once.
"GLORY TO CASSIM!"
Staring down at his creator with heaving breaths, the beast closes his eyes and kneels on one knee.
King Cassim appears to be smiling!
"Malek. That shall be your name."
"I am honored," the beast's says nowhere even close as loud as his last words were. Malek's voice doesn't seem to sound like a human's (the way Olaf, Marshmallow, Quick-Shot, Sabah, or even Jafer sounds). He sounds more like a bull if it can speak words.
"Wooooah," Jafar gawks as he reaches the two. "You are huge!"
"Jafar, meet your new brother. Malek."
"Umm. Technically, he's my little brother. Right?"
"Humph," Malek snorts. "You are the little one."
"Now you see here, tough guy. I can slice you into a million pieces if I wanted to." Jafar points his trident at him. Malek growls a deep low grunt that vibrates the Jafar's insides. "Hey hey hey. Let's not be like that, buddy. Come on. We're bros." Jafar quickly puts the trident behind his back, smiling weakly.
"Jafar, Malek is not like you. He's far more superior than any creation of the elements you've ever seen."
"Ach. That hurts, Cassim! I'm suppose to be your right hand, remember? What does this guy have that I don't… Besides having mountains for biceps."
"Malek. Demonstrate."
The beast looks around at the charred land. He notices a large hill over to the side. Place his palm toward the hill, small embers form in front of his hand. They grow into large fireball that launches out towards the hill. The collision is followed by a thunderous explosion.
"You can shoot fireballs with just your hands!" Jafar slaps his forehead with disbelief. "I have to use this pitchfork for that."
"Jafar, you idiot. Malek can do a lot more than that. He's a full fledge sorcerer. Like me."
"Wha- wha- wha- wha- wha- What! How? He can't have his own magic. You said that impossible… Unless… *GASP* You didn't!... Did you?"
"Indeed. I've bestowed my own power into him."
"All of it?"
"Jafar, do you take me as a fool?"
"Then how much?"
"Enough to take down Ali and Elsa."
"But that's like half your power!"
"Not quite. I still have the majority of my magic still with me."
"I know you probably have a good point for doing this, sire. But… WHAT IS IT! Why would you cut up your own powers like that? You do realize that you're weaker now."
"Yes, I do realize all that. Thank you very much, Jafar." A hint of annoyance can be tasted in his words. "Haven't you've heard of the tactic of splitting up your troops when your have more than one target. That's exactly my plan. We will return home to Agrabagh, and Malek will travel to Arendelle. If Ali and Elsa are not there, then Malek!"
Malek snarls in response.
"I want you to take over the city. Make everyone there recognize their new ruler."
"Grrrr. I will make them all tremble before your glorious name."
"Indeed. Bring in an army with you."
With one arm raised, Malek unleashes a row of fire onto the ground. The fire groups up into clumps that forms into creatures that look similar to Malek, though only six feet tall and faces composed of nothing but a blank pair of white eyes.
"What the-" Jafar looks at the dozens of newly formed soldiers that Malek has created. "He can create his own creatures?"
"Indeed." Cassim smiles. "I can see that you're good to go, Malek. I and Jafar will leave now. But I will stay in touch with you."
Malek nods.
"Stay in touch?" Jafar glances at Cassims pockets. "You're going to give him one of your walkie-talkies?"
"My what?"
"Walkie-talkie. You know the thing you used to talk to Rais when he's not around."
"You mean the transceiver?"
"Yeah, that thing. A walkie-talkie."
"Why do you call it that?"
"Because, you know. You walk and you talk on it."
"That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard. No one but you will ever use that word. Anyway, I don't need to give Malek a transceiver. I can communicate him through our minds."
"Umm. Since when were you psychic?"
"Jafar, Malek inherited my powers through my soul. Part of my soul is in him. That's the miracle that has happened today."
Jafar looks at Malek, astounded. He flies close to Malek's face and looks hard into his eyes. "So you're here.. and in there?"
"Yes Jafar," Malek replies this time. "Now quit acting stupid. It's time to go."
Cassim manifests his phoenix wings again and rises; Jafar follows. "Oh and Malek. If Ali and Elsa are still in Arendelle when you arrive.. Kill them." With that they leave and head back to the ship.
Rais and the other ninjas are at the upper deck when their king returns. "Sire, that was quite a scene we've saw. The land is completely desolated."
"You monster!" Anna yells from her tied-up position.
"Can't you just stop killing innocent lives?" Kristoff adds.
"Innocent is a very ambiguous term," Cassim replies.
"And if you still think this guy's a monster," Jafar points at Cassim, "then you should check out who's over there."
"Huh?" Rais looks over at the land. With sun getting ready to set, he could barely make out a small cluster of reddish dots. One particular dot seems bigger than the rest.
"Oh and by the way, Rais." Jafar floats in front of his face with a sneer. "You're not the Sultan's left hand anymore. He's got a new champion now."
Looks like things are heating up (literally) now that the vicious Malek is born! He screams and roars as terrible as he scorches the land and anything in it.
Anyways, thanks for reading this chapter. I'll be done with finals by the 16th, so hang in there fellas.
Till Then:
Magandang gabi
Oh and to someone named snowyowl48, I get all these goodbyes from omniglot (dot com) I don't actually know them myself. I'm not very fluent with any language other than English, hehe... I'll be taking my cyber cookie now.
