Chapter 3
The men sitting at the table with him were babbling on about their latest crime that they got away with. He chuckled at their exaggerated stories, one man spoke of having to run from the captain of the guards plus ten of his men while trying to eat lunch and flirting with every pretty chick along the way. Each story was more elaborate than the next, going from ten guards to thirty, one woman to ten, ten pounds worth of stuff to a hundred.
The young man listened, vaguely interested in the tales of victory and conquest. Finally he was tired of the babble and stood up to leave. His tablemates looked up at him ceasing their current conversation.
"Hey, Al, what's wrong? Legs fall asleep?" Harul, a large man who was no stranger to the world of crime, asked him with a feigned look of concern. Al looked at him and shook his head. He then without another word left the club. Finally outside he let his lungs fill up with the fresh air. It was cool and crisp but felt wonderful to his filth saturated body. He went up to his rooftop house and sat on his large window ledge lookout. The Palace was huge even from where he sat, which was at the complete other end of the city. The stab of jealousy he felt was not as bad as before when he'd look upon the great marble and ivory towers. After all he held his own kingdom here inside the thieves court. He was their King, this was his palace, and there was nothing that the proud and clueless Sultan could do about it. A smile played across his lips as he reveled in the thought for a moment, then something caught his attention down below. He peered over the ledge a little more to get a better view. It was a young girl, foreign blood, having trouble with the locals. He chuckled as he thought of how stupid she was to have come into thieves court alone and without knowing anything about rules, law, or custom. He could just leave it alone and let her learn her lesson, if she lived through it. But he knew he'd hate himself later for doing it. Besides, the ones harassing her were the few enemies he had in the court and he wasn't about to let them get any satisfaction in this one. He jumped the great distance from his loft window to the ground, landing gracefully and effortlessly. It was an impressive entrance to say the least. The men stopped and turned around to find him standing behind them, arms crossed over his chest and a grim look on his face as he glared at them. The leader of the gang stepped forward with as much defiance in his step as he could muster. "What do you want here." He demanded. Al raised an eyebrow at the tone. "What I want here is to know what the hell you think your doing, Jahssed." Jahssed smirked. "That's for me to know and you to find out." He then turned around and walked back toward the young girl, who by this time had found a small corner to try and hide herself in. Jahssed found her and pulled her out, under much protest by the latter. He was not in any way gentle handling her. His tight grip almost cutting off circulation to the rest of her arm. He looked at his friends that had joined him in this and motioned for them to follow him. However he did not get far, as he saw that Al had deliberately stepped in his way. Al was furious that this man would defy him like this. He would put an immediate stop to this now. "Uh uh, release her first and then you may get by." There was really no other way out of the dead-end alley. Its narrow walls crowded by various objects reaffirmed this. Jahssed glared at him. How dare this "king" try to stop him. But he knew that he did not stand a chance in a hand to hand match against him. He glared at the girl then threw her hard against the wall. She fell to the ground seemingly unconscious. Al then moved aside and let them pass. The other man took advantage of this to accidentally push him aside as well. Al sent a hard kick to Jahssed's back, knocking the man into the dirt. Kneeling down Aladdin smirked, this guy wasn't even hardely worth the effort. He then stood and walked away, going to the girl who was still in the alley.
She was still unconscious and so Aladdin picked her up and decided it'd be safer for her to rest at his home for now.
Christina struggled to move and open her eyes. Thinking herself to be in horrible condition and even worse company she willed everything in her wake up fully and sat upright, eyes wide now.
Well, she wasn't in an alley, but whether or not she was in good company was yet to be decided. She looked down at herself, noting that nothing much had been changed, save the dirt smudges and such had been washed away and the bruise was now showing in full color.
She stood, careful to be silent, and looked around the small room. Her 'bed' had been about three or so huge plush pillows, each with different color and tassels on the corners. Across from the bed was a small desk of finely carved wood. A short stool sat beneath it, other than the fez cap resting off to the side it was bare.
The ground was stone but most of it was covered in a richly woven oriental rug. Christina had to let out a low whistle as she tried to figure the price it'd sell for back in her world.
Then a sound caught her attention and she looked up to see a rather tall man, with long black hair and a smirk on his face looking at her. He was dressed in a baggy pair of tan colored pants and an open purple vest showing of his muscled chest.
"I was wondering if you'd ever wake up." He said to her, entering the room to lean against the desk while he spoke.
Christina stepped back slightly, still unsure how well she could trust this stranger. But perhaps he knew who she was looking for. "Well, I'm awake now." She gave him a small smile.
Aladdin was caught off guard by the accent she had. She really was a foreigner. But a rich foreigner, one who would be paying him nicely for saving her life.
The men sitting at the table with him were babbling on about their latest crime that they got away with. He chuckled at their exaggerated stories, one man spoke of having to run from the captain of the guards plus ten of his men while trying to eat lunch and flirting with every pretty chick along the way. Each story was more elaborate than the next, going from ten guards to thirty, one woman to ten, ten pounds worth of stuff to a hundred.
The young man listened, vaguely interested in the tales of victory and conquest. Finally he was tired of the babble and stood up to leave. His tablemates looked up at him ceasing their current conversation.
"Hey, Al, what's wrong? Legs fall asleep?" Harul, a large man who was no stranger to the world of crime, asked him with a feigned look of concern. Al looked at him and shook his head. He then without another word left the club. Finally outside he let his lungs fill up with the fresh air. It was cool and crisp but felt wonderful to his filth saturated body. He went up to his rooftop house and sat on his large window ledge lookout. The Palace was huge even from where he sat, which was at the complete other end of the city. The stab of jealousy he felt was not as bad as before when he'd look upon the great marble and ivory towers. After all he held his own kingdom here inside the thieves court. He was their King, this was his palace, and there was nothing that the proud and clueless Sultan could do about it. A smile played across his lips as he reveled in the thought for a moment, then something caught his attention down below. He peered over the ledge a little more to get a better view. It was a young girl, foreign blood, having trouble with the locals. He chuckled as he thought of how stupid she was to have come into thieves court alone and without knowing anything about rules, law, or custom. He could just leave it alone and let her learn her lesson, if she lived through it. But he knew he'd hate himself later for doing it. Besides, the ones harassing her were the few enemies he had in the court and he wasn't about to let them get any satisfaction in this one. He jumped the great distance from his loft window to the ground, landing gracefully and effortlessly. It was an impressive entrance to say the least. The men stopped and turned around to find him standing behind them, arms crossed over his chest and a grim look on his face as he glared at them. The leader of the gang stepped forward with as much defiance in his step as he could muster. "What do you want here." He demanded. Al raised an eyebrow at the tone. "What I want here is to know what the hell you think your doing, Jahssed." Jahssed smirked. "That's for me to know and you to find out." He then turned around and walked back toward the young girl, who by this time had found a small corner to try and hide herself in. Jahssed found her and pulled her out, under much protest by the latter. He was not in any way gentle handling her. His tight grip almost cutting off circulation to the rest of her arm. He looked at his friends that had joined him in this and motioned for them to follow him. However he did not get far, as he saw that Al had deliberately stepped in his way. Al was furious that this man would defy him like this. He would put an immediate stop to this now. "Uh uh, release her first and then you may get by." There was really no other way out of the dead-end alley. Its narrow walls crowded by various objects reaffirmed this. Jahssed glared at him. How dare this "king" try to stop him. But he knew that he did not stand a chance in a hand to hand match against him. He glared at the girl then threw her hard against the wall. She fell to the ground seemingly unconscious. Al then moved aside and let them pass. The other man took advantage of this to accidentally push him aside as well. Al sent a hard kick to Jahssed's back, knocking the man into the dirt. Kneeling down Aladdin smirked, this guy wasn't even hardely worth the effort. He then stood and walked away, going to the girl who was still in the alley.
She was still unconscious and so Aladdin picked her up and decided it'd be safer for her to rest at his home for now.
Christina struggled to move and open her eyes. Thinking herself to be in horrible condition and even worse company she willed everything in her wake up fully and sat upright, eyes wide now.
Well, she wasn't in an alley, but whether or not she was in good company was yet to be decided. She looked down at herself, noting that nothing much had been changed, save the dirt smudges and such had been washed away and the bruise was now showing in full color.
She stood, careful to be silent, and looked around the small room. Her 'bed' had been about three or so huge plush pillows, each with different color and tassels on the corners. Across from the bed was a small desk of finely carved wood. A short stool sat beneath it, other than the fez cap resting off to the side it was bare.
The ground was stone but most of it was covered in a richly woven oriental rug. Christina had to let out a low whistle as she tried to figure the price it'd sell for back in her world.
Then a sound caught her attention and she looked up to see a rather tall man, with long black hair and a smirk on his face looking at her. He was dressed in a baggy pair of tan colored pants and an open purple vest showing of his muscled chest.
"I was wondering if you'd ever wake up." He said to her, entering the room to lean against the desk while he spoke.
Christina stepped back slightly, still unsure how well she could trust this stranger. But perhaps he knew who she was looking for. "Well, I'm awake now." She gave him a small smile.
Aladdin was caught off guard by the accent she had. She really was a foreigner. But a rich foreigner, one who would be paying him nicely for saving her life.
