Price To Play
By: DarkDuelist
Disclaimer: Aladdin, Jasmine and Co. are copyright of Disney and I used them without permission, but with love. The name of the city is from the game "Pharaoh", because Angie couldn't think of anything better. (*) mean the character is thinking. The title of this story comes from the Staind song "Price To Play" which is copyright of Staind.
This idea was came from my dear friend Anthony, who impose some very interesting crossovers for Aladdin. This idea originated from the "Angel" episode "The Ring" so credit goes to Joss Whedon. This story has *alot* of twists and turns so, if you get lost my bad. =^_^=
Chapter 1: Journey
They say it's bad luck to turn and face your home once you set out on a journey, because if you do, your trip will be filled with misfortune. Worst yet, if you watch someone journey completely out of sight, you will never see them again. But that's just superstition. Some silly old wives tale that started for some unknown reason. No proof that it's real, so there isn't much to fear. But, than again, there's no proof that it's false as well.
***
"Please, Sultan? Pretty please?" Genie tuned into a small blue puppy with big sad eyes.
"I'm sorry, Genie, but I think it would be best if Aladdin went on his own this time. Now that Aladdin and Jasmine are married he must learn about diplomacy and the best way to learn is first hand."
"But we've gone on diplomat missions before with Al. Why can't we go now?"
"Because it is best he know how to handle things on his own. You and Carpet can't follow his on all his missions," Sultan replied.
"Sure we can! In fact, we'd be more than happy to."
"Well, I'm afraid that will just not work. Aladdin is going alone and that is final." The sultan crossed his arms over his chest.
"Can Carpet go? At least let him go, please?" Genie begged once again.
"Genie..."
"I think I can handle things on my own, Genie." Aladdin said, cutting the sultan off, "And Sultan is right; I should go by myself."
"Well, then, that's settled." Sultan smiled. "I'm sure that you will make us proud, my boy."
A week ago the Sultan told Aladdin that he would be an ambassador of Agrabah at a peace summit in a city called Sharuhen, and that he was to go alone. At first Aladdin wasn't too happy about the idea, but, as time passed, it didn't seem so bad. He would be leaving today and would be gone for two weeks. Since morning Genie had begged and pleaded hoping that Sultan would give in and let him and Carpet go with Aladdin, but, in the end nothing had worked. It was now noon and everyone stood in front of the gates of Agrabah. Aladdin turned and held Jasmine close.
"Well, I guess I'll see you in a few weeks."
"I'll miss you." Jasmine kissed him.
He looked into her eyes and smiled, then kissed her back before getting on his horse and riding away. It wasn't until the group reached the larger dune outside of the city that Aladdin turned back and gave Agrabah one last look.
"You shouldn't have done that," a guard said as Aladdin rode up next to him.
"Done what?" Aladdin questioned, confused.
"Look back at the city. It's bad luck to look back toward your home once you have started a trip."
"That's just some silly superstition."
The guard shrugged. "Believe what you want, but I would be careful if I were you."
Aladdin simply smiled and shook his head. He had never given much thought to superstitions, and he wasn't going to start now.
***
Jasmine watched the group until they couldn't be seen, then turned to go back to the palace. That night she sat on their bed and looked at her portrait of Aladdin.
"Two weeks and I miss him already," Jasmine sighed as she put the portrait back on the table.
*It will go by fast,* Jasmine thought to herself, *Before you know it, he'll be back home.*
The next morning as Jasmine and her father were eating breakfast, they heard someone shouting, and in ran on a guard - the very one that warned Aladdin about the superstition - his uniform torn and bloody.
"Sultan!" The guard gasped before falling to the floor.
"What happened? Where is Aladdin and the other guards?" The sultan asked, alarmed.
"Not long after setting up camp we were attacked. We were outnumber; I was the only one who was lucky enough to get away."
"And Aladdin?" Jasmine asked, fear filling her heart, "What about Aladdin?"
The guard lowered his head. "He tried to fight them off. The last time I saw him he was alive, but I don't know if he got away."
The whole world slowed, as did Jasmine's heart. She could feel tears in her eyes. *Aladdin...*
"We have to go there," Jasmine said quickly, "They might still be alive."
With a group of guards Jasmine and the others followed the guard's directions and found the camp in shambles. The sand was crimson with blood, and in the middle of all the chaos was a pile of charred bones and ash. Jasmine stood there in shock; never had she seen such devastation.
"No," she whispered to herself as she began to search the camp, "he has to be alive."
Every inch of the camp was searched, but nothing was found. The remains were taken back to Agrabah and given a decent burial. Jasmine looked at the graves of the unknown men and sobbed. *I might have just buried my husband.*
With that thought, Jasmine let out an anguish cry. Her father held her close as she cried.
"Two weeks," she moaned, "he would have been home in just to weeks."
***
He awoke to the feeling of discomfort. Everything was blurry, but he could make out some bars; a cage. When he went to move his hands, he found that they were bound to something above his head. The stench of blood and sweat was overwhelming.
"Where am I?" He murmured, not expecting an answer.
"Your in Hell, my friend."
He looked up and saw that he wasn't the only one in the cage. The man who had answered him was across from him and his hand were also tied to the bars. He also noticed that the cage was moving, and he could see the dunes and sand outside, as well as a few other men.
"Where?" His head was pounding so hard it was difficult to think.
"You! Boy! You would be best to keep that mouth of yours shut," one of the men from outside shouted at him.
"What?" he murmured, dazed.
His question was quickly answer with a agonizing blow to the head.
"I said keep silent! You should consider yourself lucky; we could have left you to burn with the rest of your friends."
It wasn't until the guard was far away that other prisoner spoke again.
"You'll learn quick to stay quiet when they're around. Take care, my friend; your life is nothing to these dogs. They will not think twice about killing you now."
"I don't understand. Who are they? Where are we?" he asked again.
"I told you," he said with a sorrowful smile, "we are in Hell."
By: DarkDuelist
Disclaimer: Aladdin, Jasmine and Co. are copyright of Disney and I used them without permission, but with love. The name of the city is from the game "Pharaoh", because Angie couldn't think of anything better. (*) mean the character is thinking. The title of this story comes from the Staind song "Price To Play" which is copyright of Staind.
This idea was came from my dear friend Anthony, who impose some very interesting crossovers for Aladdin. This idea originated from the "Angel" episode "The Ring" so credit goes to Joss Whedon. This story has *alot* of twists and turns so, if you get lost my bad. =^_^=
Chapter 1: Journey
They say it's bad luck to turn and face your home once you set out on a journey, because if you do, your trip will be filled with misfortune. Worst yet, if you watch someone journey completely out of sight, you will never see them again. But that's just superstition. Some silly old wives tale that started for some unknown reason. No proof that it's real, so there isn't much to fear. But, than again, there's no proof that it's false as well.
***
"Please, Sultan? Pretty please?" Genie tuned into a small blue puppy with big sad eyes.
"I'm sorry, Genie, but I think it would be best if Aladdin went on his own this time. Now that Aladdin and Jasmine are married he must learn about diplomacy and the best way to learn is first hand."
"But we've gone on diplomat missions before with Al. Why can't we go now?"
"Because it is best he know how to handle things on his own. You and Carpet can't follow his on all his missions," Sultan replied.
"Sure we can! In fact, we'd be more than happy to."
"Well, I'm afraid that will just not work. Aladdin is going alone and that is final." The sultan crossed his arms over his chest.
"Can Carpet go? At least let him go, please?" Genie begged once again.
"Genie..."
"I think I can handle things on my own, Genie." Aladdin said, cutting the sultan off, "And Sultan is right; I should go by myself."
"Well, then, that's settled." Sultan smiled. "I'm sure that you will make us proud, my boy."
A week ago the Sultan told Aladdin that he would be an ambassador of Agrabah at a peace summit in a city called Sharuhen, and that he was to go alone. At first Aladdin wasn't too happy about the idea, but, as time passed, it didn't seem so bad. He would be leaving today and would be gone for two weeks. Since morning Genie had begged and pleaded hoping that Sultan would give in and let him and Carpet go with Aladdin, but, in the end nothing had worked. It was now noon and everyone stood in front of the gates of Agrabah. Aladdin turned and held Jasmine close.
"Well, I guess I'll see you in a few weeks."
"I'll miss you." Jasmine kissed him.
He looked into her eyes and smiled, then kissed her back before getting on his horse and riding away. It wasn't until the group reached the larger dune outside of the city that Aladdin turned back and gave Agrabah one last look.
"You shouldn't have done that," a guard said as Aladdin rode up next to him.
"Done what?" Aladdin questioned, confused.
"Look back at the city. It's bad luck to look back toward your home once you have started a trip."
"That's just some silly superstition."
The guard shrugged. "Believe what you want, but I would be careful if I were you."
Aladdin simply smiled and shook his head. He had never given much thought to superstitions, and he wasn't going to start now.
***
Jasmine watched the group until they couldn't be seen, then turned to go back to the palace. That night she sat on their bed and looked at her portrait of Aladdin.
"Two weeks and I miss him already," Jasmine sighed as she put the portrait back on the table.
*It will go by fast,* Jasmine thought to herself, *Before you know it, he'll be back home.*
The next morning as Jasmine and her father were eating breakfast, they heard someone shouting, and in ran on a guard - the very one that warned Aladdin about the superstition - his uniform torn and bloody.
"Sultan!" The guard gasped before falling to the floor.
"What happened? Where is Aladdin and the other guards?" The sultan asked, alarmed.
"Not long after setting up camp we were attacked. We were outnumber; I was the only one who was lucky enough to get away."
"And Aladdin?" Jasmine asked, fear filling her heart, "What about Aladdin?"
The guard lowered his head. "He tried to fight them off. The last time I saw him he was alive, but I don't know if he got away."
The whole world slowed, as did Jasmine's heart. She could feel tears in her eyes. *Aladdin...*
"We have to go there," Jasmine said quickly, "They might still be alive."
With a group of guards Jasmine and the others followed the guard's directions and found the camp in shambles. The sand was crimson with blood, and in the middle of all the chaos was a pile of charred bones and ash. Jasmine stood there in shock; never had she seen such devastation.
"No," she whispered to herself as she began to search the camp, "he has to be alive."
Every inch of the camp was searched, but nothing was found. The remains were taken back to Agrabah and given a decent burial. Jasmine looked at the graves of the unknown men and sobbed. *I might have just buried my husband.*
With that thought, Jasmine let out an anguish cry. Her father held her close as she cried.
"Two weeks," she moaned, "he would have been home in just to weeks."
***
He awoke to the feeling of discomfort. Everything was blurry, but he could make out some bars; a cage. When he went to move his hands, he found that they were bound to something above his head. The stench of blood and sweat was overwhelming.
"Where am I?" He murmured, not expecting an answer.
"Your in Hell, my friend."
He looked up and saw that he wasn't the only one in the cage. The man who had answered him was across from him and his hand were also tied to the bars. He also noticed that the cage was moving, and he could see the dunes and sand outside, as well as a few other men.
"Where?" His head was pounding so hard it was difficult to think.
"You! Boy! You would be best to keep that mouth of yours shut," one of the men from outside shouted at him.
"What?" he murmured, dazed.
His question was quickly answer with a agonizing blow to the head.
"I said keep silent! You should consider yourself lucky; we could have left you to burn with the rest of your friends."
It wasn't until the guard was far away that other prisoner spoke again.
"You'll learn quick to stay quiet when they're around. Take care, my friend; your life is nothing to these dogs. They will not think twice about killing you now."
"I don't understand. Who are they? Where are we?" he asked again.
"I told you," he said with a sorrowful smile, "we are in Hell."