Spirit here . . . *sigh* this story's losing its momentum . . . I guess
actually it's just me right now. I'm supposed to be doing my homework but I
can't make myself do it, soo I came over here to work on the fanfic. Sad
huh?
Quite
O great, look at me, I'm even talking to myself now O.o owell
Enjoy ^ ^
By the way, go visit bearmoon and toysrusgirl
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter 6: Guilt and Revenge
Indeed, Abu was following them, although his hunger and ache threatened him to abandon this vigil. Only his friendship for Johara pushed him onwards. Each step was heavier and heavier and heavier as his eyes threatened to close again and again. The two slave traders seemed to be getting farther and farther away. Abu couldn't last any longer, and though he kept on walking in his mind, he didn't realize it when he had fell down and fell asleep. Nor did he realize the dark shadow that swept by him and the hissing of snakes that followed the swish of the cloak.
Jafar was following the two foolish slave traders determinedly. Intent on their every move, his eyes flickering with desire. This was his chance for life, for REVENGE . . . So concentrated on his two pawns, Jafar did not notice the monkey on the side of the road, slumped over from exhaustion. Silently, he signaled the two cobras following him. The two gave a hiss and bobbed their heads in unison, then slithered on ahead.
Jafar grinned to himself as two screams of pain and horror echoed in the distance. He quickened his pace, his eyes centering on the two men lying in the road . . . and the bag beside them. His eyes showed endless mirth . . . no, not mirth. It was enjoyment in pain, in other people's suffering. Jafar drank in all the pain and breathed the fear. It was pure . . . evil.
*****
Back at the palace, Aladdin, Jasmine, and the rest of the inhabitants made ready for bed. Jasmine was combing her hair with a thoughtful expression. Aladdin sat beside her on the little stool by her vanity table and sighed, "Jasmine, what you said before . . . were you telling the truth?"
"What did I say?" she asked with an innocent calm.
"You know . . . about Johara liking me, I mean, she's just a girl!"
Smiling gently, Jasmine turned to face Aladdin, "Does age really matter Aladdin? She's fourteen . . . but maybe I was wrong, maybe she only looks up to you as a role model . . ."
"A big brother?"
"Yes, maybe . . ." Jasmine dropped her gaze to the brush she held in her hands, "Aladdin?"
"I'm worried."
"About?"
"Johara of course!"
"Don't worry Jasmine, she's very strong, not to mention, very capable of taking care of herself and besides, Iago and Abu must be there by now."
"You're right Aladdin," Jasmine sighed and leaned her head on Aladdin's shoulder. "It's just that, I---"
"Yes?"
"I feel guilty." Jasmine yawned sleepily.
"Why?" Aladdin had started to gently pick Jasmine up from her resting position to bring her to her bed.
"Because . . . I know . . . Johara is . . ." Jasmine trailed off, succumbing to the sleep that called to her.
Aladdin smiled fondly at the sleeping figure of Jasmine. He gently lifted her and set her onto the bed. Then quietly, as not to wake Jasmine, he slowly took the covers and tucked her in. He kissed Jasmine gently on her forehead, "Goodnight," and walked out of her room, closing the door gently. Aladdin shut the door firmly and sighed, leaning on the frame of the door. He blew a stray hair out of his face and shivered, "Suddenly, I have a bad feeling about this . . ."
*****
The two slave traders looked up at his towering figure feebly, their eyes glazed over with pain. Jafar's translucent figure flickered, ending in a more solid tone. Achmar whispered, "Ja-Jafar, O honored one . . . " he faded off, but Lachen picked off where he left off, "Save us, ho-honored Jafa-ar."
Jafar sneered at the weak faces, "Mortals," then in a poisonously sweet voice, "Do you not want your reward?"
Even at the brink of death, the two greedy men could not help letting the greed that they've had for all their lives seep into their eyes, mixing with the pain. Achmar strained to reply, "Y-yes sir, but we . . . the snakes, poison . . . s-save us honored one . . ."
~*~
Jafar smiled maniacally, "So, you want your reward," then reaching into his cloak, he slowly drew out a crooked dagger; the same that he had used a while ago to try to kill Aladdin. His eyes blazed at the thought, "Aladdin," then as if just noticing the two slave traders sprawled on the floor, he sneered again then a eviler look came over him, "Hmm . . ." Jafar smiled, "Here's the deal, I only have one vial of the antidote enough for one of you." Jafar paused to let the information sink in, "If you want it, kill the other person." Achmar and Lachen gazed at each other, horrified at the thought of killing their lifelong partner. But as their unbelieving minds soaked up the information, Achmar's face changed. He wanted more than anything to live. He was not going to die for Lachen. Achmar drew himself up painstakingly and took the dagger from Jafar's hand. If Achmar had been in his right mind, he might have just stabbed Jafar instead, not that it would've done anything, but in his desire for life, he turned about and stabbed Lachen. The dry ground of the Agrabah street was slowly saturated with the blood, the life seeping away from Lachen's body. Lachen stared dumbfounded at Achmar, too dazed to even realize what was going on. Lachen slowly lifted his hands up to Achmar and held his shoulders, "How . . . could . . . you . . ." Lachen trailed off, his body slumping down onto the ground. He was dead.
*****
Jasmine peeked one eye open as soon as she was sure Aladdin was gone. Johara . . . Abruptly, Jasmine stood up, and walked to the balcony. She breathed in the cold night air as if she were pooling up her courage. Jasmine shivered slightly in the cold air as if there was a dark omen passing by. Spurred by a sudden feeling of unrest she ran back inside, grabbed a cloak, and went to the door. She pressed her ear against the door to check if anyone was there. Hearing nobody, she nudged the door open slightly and peeked. Seeing nobody, she dashed out of the door and into the hallways. She thought to herself, "Everybody must be sleeping," she smiled. Then sensing a greater need to hurry, she looked up with a determined face and ran even faster out the doors of the palace, "Johara, you better be okay . . ."
*****
Achmar stared at the fallen body, his eyes glazed over with pain. He whispered, "Lachen . . ." then dropping the dagger to the ground, he howled like a wounded animal, "Lachmaaar! Noooooooo!"
Jafar sneered at the sight. Then in a venomously sweet voice, he said 'comfortingly' to Achmar, "It's alright little fool, now that he's gone, you can live . . ." Jafar picked the dagger off the ground and drew out a vial from his cloak, "Here you want it?" he asked. As soon as Achmar had nodded vigorously, Jafar deliberately dropped it. Achmar lunged at the vial as it fell to the ground. It shattered in Achmar's face, the contents leaked onto the ground and was quickly soaked up by the dry earth. "Here's your reward." Jafar lifted the dagger above his head observing the horrified eyes that followed the path of the dagger. "Your . . . eternal reward," then plunged the dagger into Achmar's heart. A scream of pain pierced through the air but was just as soon stifled. No one around them stirred, not even the people sleeping on the streets. Jafar whispered, "There's no one to hear you . . . there's no one to see you. You are nothing. You are dying." Jafar twisted the dagger just to see Achmar's face tighten even more in pain. Giving a finally wrench of the dagger, Jafar hissed, "Now . . . DIE." The body slumped to the ground. Achmar was dead.
Jafar put the dagger back in his cloak with satisfaction. He snatched the fallen bag that contained Johara. He gazed at the bag with a smug face, and then signaling the two cobras, they made their way back to the palace.
*****
Jasmine wrapped the cloak tighter around herself as she ran through the streets of Agrabah towards Johara's dwelling. But as she walked on, she found that her thoughts had drifted to what had been happening recently. 'When I first met Johara . . . it must have been when we saw her in the market place . . . then, before I knew it she was at the palace. She's so young too. Hmm . . . I think I sound like an old woman. But when she came, it was so different, Aladdin . . . I remember being jealous, then she'd smile at me. I . . . ' Jasmine shook her head to get rid of the thoughts and concentrated on her purpose for getting out of the palace. 'Johara . . . it's all my fault'
*****
Jafar strode toward the palace confidently, "Soon Aladdin, the time will come. Your time is almost up." He held in a wild laugh but his evil glee danced in his eyes. Suddenly, he stopped. He heard footsteps in the distance, light footsteps. A shadow came closer and closer, growing in the bright moonlight. Jafar squinted to identify the stranger, the moon was casting shadows over the person's face. But before Jafar had the chance, the stranger came skidding to a stop and let out an angry hiss, "It's you!"
Jafar frowned at this unexpected appearance. Then collected his thoughts as he altered his plans and smiled, "Why, isn't it the princess? Princess Jasmine," stressing the name Jasmine.
Jasmine scowled at Jafar. Somehow, Jafar managed to make her name sound like an insult, just as she had managed to make his name sound like a piece of chalk scratched upon a chalkboard. Jasmine spatted out, "What are you doing Jafar?"
He replied calmly, and coolly, "Just taking a midnight stroll. What about you princess? Hardly a time for you to be out now is it?"
"None of your concern," Jasmine replied icily, then spotting the bag that Jafar held, she continued, "What's in the bag?"
Jafar smiled, this was going exactly as he wanted. "None of your concern, princess," he mimicked, "But if you really want to know . . . I suppose I could show you."
Jasmine narrowed her eyes, suspicion written clearly on her face, "Show me."
"As you wish, princess," Jafar grinned and dropped the bag on the floor with a heavy thud, revealing its contents.
Jasmine's eyes went round with surprise as she breathed out, "By Allah," and ran towards the fallen figure of Johara. "What did you do to her?!"
Jafar was stroking his goatee calmly, "Nothing damaging, she's just going to be out for a little while, at least until I'm done with her."
Jasmine hissed angrily, "You evil," she fumbled for a word evil enough to insult Jafar besides snake, "evil, SCUM BAG!"
Jafar seemed very unimpressed as he scoffed, "Is that really the best you can do?" He grinned as he watched Jasmine control her anger, "Now it wouldn't be WISE to try to hit me now, would it? Not a very good choice when your opponent's greater in strength AND number." The cobras hissed in agreement.
Jasmine seemed to take a step back when she heard the snakes. She hadn't known the snakes were there, the wind was cold and the heat she felt seemed almost tangible. She could feel the adrenaline pumping and it seemed as if her heart was beating at her throat. She swallowed to moisten her parched throat. Trying to cover up her shaky voice, she said defiantly, "I'm taking Johara with me and that's that."
"Oh is it now . . ." Jafar sneered, he signaled the cobras, then facing Jasmine, he said, "One bite from them and you die in one day, and I promise you, it will be very VERY painful."
"I don't care. You can kill me if you wish, but Johara goes."
"Since when did I say I wanted to kill you?"
Jasmine's mind reeled as the information clicked. "You wouldn't."
"Yes I would. If you go against me, I will kill Johara." The snakes were circling the area where Johara slept on unconscious, forcing Jasmine to make way.
"You can't," Jasmine went on breathlessly.
Jafar extended his right hand while gathering up the bag with Johara in, ignoring Jasmine's shock, "Now, I'd like you to come with me back to the palace, Princess Jasmine." As much as it sounded like a request, it's menacing undertone made it clear that it wasn't.
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Finally finished. Sorry this one took so long to post. School's started. again -__- can't wait till spring break ^ ^ By the way.
Dragonessa24: Thanks for the review ^^ I'm getting the feeling lotsa ppl like Iago a lot, I'll see what I can do for him
Toysrusgirl: = P Hmm . . . Johara/Aladdin? Interesting idea . . .XP but . . . u'll see what happens ^^
I believe this is now PG-13? Correct me if I'm wrong.
Quite
O great, look at me, I'm even talking to myself now O.o owell
Enjoy ^ ^
By the way, go visit bearmoon and toysrusgirl
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter 6: Guilt and Revenge
Indeed, Abu was following them, although his hunger and ache threatened him to abandon this vigil. Only his friendship for Johara pushed him onwards. Each step was heavier and heavier and heavier as his eyes threatened to close again and again. The two slave traders seemed to be getting farther and farther away. Abu couldn't last any longer, and though he kept on walking in his mind, he didn't realize it when he had fell down and fell asleep. Nor did he realize the dark shadow that swept by him and the hissing of snakes that followed the swish of the cloak.
Jafar was following the two foolish slave traders determinedly. Intent on their every move, his eyes flickering with desire. This was his chance for life, for REVENGE . . . So concentrated on his two pawns, Jafar did not notice the monkey on the side of the road, slumped over from exhaustion. Silently, he signaled the two cobras following him. The two gave a hiss and bobbed their heads in unison, then slithered on ahead.
Jafar grinned to himself as two screams of pain and horror echoed in the distance. He quickened his pace, his eyes centering on the two men lying in the road . . . and the bag beside them. His eyes showed endless mirth . . . no, not mirth. It was enjoyment in pain, in other people's suffering. Jafar drank in all the pain and breathed the fear. It was pure . . . evil.
*****
Back at the palace, Aladdin, Jasmine, and the rest of the inhabitants made ready for bed. Jasmine was combing her hair with a thoughtful expression. Aladdin sat beside her on the little stool by her vanity table and sighed, "Jasmine, what you said before . . . were you telling the truth?"
"What did I say?" she asked with an innocent calm.
"You know . . . about Johara liking me, I mean, she's just a girl!"
Smiling gently, Jasmine turned to face Aladdin, "Does age really matter Aladdin? She's fourteen . . . but maybe I was wrong, maybe she only looks up to you as a role model . . ."
"A big brother?"
"Yes, maybe . . ." Jasmine dropped her gaze to the brush she held in her hands, "Aladdin?"
"I'm worried."
"About?"
"Johara of course!"
"Don't worry Jasmine, she's very strong, not to mention, very capable of taking care of herself and besides, Iago and Abu must be there by now."
"You're right Aladdin," Jasmine sighed and leaned her head on Aladdin's shoulder. "It's just that, I---"
"Yes?"
"I feel guilty." Jasmine yawned sleepily.
"Why?" Aladdin had started to gently pick Jasmine up from her resting position to bring her to her bed.
"Because . . . I know . . . Johara is . . ." Jasmine trailed off, succumbing to the sleep that called to her.
Aladdin smiled fondly at the sleeping figure of Jasmine. He gently lifted her and set her onto the bed. Then quietly, as not to wake Jasmine, he slowly took the covers and tucked her in. He kissed Jasmine gently on her forehead, "Goodnight," and walked out of her room, closing the door gently. Aladdin shut the door firmly and sighed, leaning on the frame of the door. He blew a stray hair out of his face and shivered, "Suddenly, I have a bad feeling about this . . ."
*****
The two slave traders looked up at his towering figure feebly, their eyes glazed over with pain. Jafar's translucent figure flickered, ending in a more solid tone. Achmar whispered, "Ja-Jafar, O honored one . . . " he faded off, but Lachen picked off where he left off, "Save us, ho-honored Jafa-ar."
Jafar sneered at the weak faces, "Mortals," then in a poisonously sweet voice, "Do you not want your reward?"
Even at the brink of death, the two greedy men could not help letting the greed that they've had for all their lives seep into their eyes, mixing with the pain. Achmar strained to reply, "Y-yes sir, but we . . . the snakes, poison . . . s-save us honored one . . ."
~*~
Jafar smiled maniacally, "So, you want your reward," then reaching into his cloak, he slowly drew out a crooked dagger; the same that he had used a while ago to try to kill Aladdin. His eyes blazed at the thought, "Aladdin," then as if just noticing the two slave traders sprawled on the floor, he sneered again then a eviler look came over him, "Hmm . . ." Jafar smiled, "Here's the deal, I only have one vial of the antidote enough for one of you." Jafar paused to let the information sink in, "If you want it, kill the other person." Achmar and Lachen gazed at each other, horrified at the thought of killing their lifelong partner. But as their unbelieving minds soaked up the information, Achmar's face changed. He wanted more than anything to live. He was not going to die for Lachen. Achmar drew himself up painstakingly and took the dagger from Jafar's hand. If Achmar had been in his right mind, he might have just stabbed Jafar instead, not that it would've done anything, but in his desire for life, he turned about and stabbed Lachen. The dry ground of the Agrabah street was slowly saturated with the blood, the life seeping away from Lachen's body. Lachen stared dumbfounded at Achmar, too dazed to even realize what was going on. Lachen slowly lifted his hands up to Achmar and held his shoulders, "How . . . could . . . you . . ." Lachen trailed off, his body slumping down onto the ground. He was dead.
*****
Jasmine peeked one eye open as soon as she was sure Aladdin was gone. Johara . . . Abruptly, Jasmine stood up, and walked to the balcony. She breathed in the cold night air as if she were pooling up her courage. Jasmine shivered slightly in the cold air as if there was a dark omen passing by. Spurred by a sudden feeling of unrest she ran back inside, grabbed a cloak, and went to the door. She pressed her ear against the door to check if anyone was there. Hearing nobody, she nudged the door open slightly and peeked. Seeing nobody, she dashed out of the door and into the hallways. She thought to herself, "Everybody must be sleeping," she smiled. Then sensing a greater need to hurry, she looked up with a determined face and ran even faster out the doors of the palace, "Johara, you better be okay . . ."
*****
Achmar stared at the fallen body, his eyes glazed over with pain. He whispered, "Lachen . . ." then dropping the dagger to the ground, he howled like a wounded animal, "Lachmaaar! Noooooooo!"
Jafar sneered at the sight. Then in a venomously sweet voice, he said 'comfortingly' to Achmar, "It's alright little fool, now that he's gone, you can live . . ." Jafar picked the dagger off the ground and drew out a vial from his cloak, "Here you want it?" he asked. As soon as Achmar had nodded vigorously, Jafar deliberately dropped it. Achmar lunged at the vial as it fell to the ground. It shattered in Achmar's face, the contents leaked onto the ground and was quickly soaked up by the dry earth. "Here's your reward." Jafar lifted the dagger above his head observing the horrified eyes that followed the path of the dagger. "Your . . . eternal reward," then plunged the dagger into Achmar's heart. A scream of pain pierced through the air but was just as soon stifled. No one around them stirred, not even the people sleeping on the streets. Jafar whispered, "There's no one to hear you . . . there's no one to see you. You are nothing. You are dying." Jafar twisted the dagger just to see Achmar's face tighten even more in pain. Giving a finally wrench of the dagger, Jafar hissed, "Now . . . DIE." The body slumped to the ground. Achmar was dead.
Jafar put the dagger back in his cloak with satisfaction. He snatched the fallen bag that contained Johara. He gazed at the bag with a smug face, and then signaling the two cobras, they made their way back to the palace.
*****
Jasmine wrapped the cloak tighter around herself as she ran through the streets of Agrabah towards Johara's dwelling. But as she walked on, she found that her thoughts had drifted to what had been happening recently. 'When I first met Johara . . . it must have been when we saw her in the market place . . . then, before I knew it she was at the palace. She's so young too. Hmm . . . I think I sound like an old woman. But when she came, it was so different, Aladdin . . . I remember being jealous, then she'd smile at me. I . . . ' Jasmine shook her head to get rid of the thoughts and concentrated on her purpose for getting out of the palace. 'Johara . . . it's all my fault'
*****
Jafar strode toward the palace confidently, "Soon Aladdin, the time will come. Your time is almost up." He held in a wild laugh but his evil glee danced in his eyes. Suddenly, he stopped. He heard footsteps in the distance, light footsteps. A shadow came closer and closer, growing in the bright moonlight. Jafar squinted to identify the stranger, the moon was casting shadows over the person's face. But before Jafar had the chance, the stranger came skidding to a stop and let out an angry hiss, "It's you!"
Jafar frowned at this unexpected appearance. Then collected his thoughts as he altered his plans and smiled, "Why, isn't it the princess? Princess Jasmine," stressing the name Jasmine.
Jasmine scowled at Jafar. Somehow, Jafar managed to make her name sound like an insult, just as she had managed to make his name sound like a piece of chalk scratched upon a chalkboard. Jasmine spatted out, "What are you doing Jafar?"
He replied calmly, and coolly, "Just taking a midnight stroll. What about you princess? Hardly a time for you to be out now is it?"
"None of your concern," Jasmine replied icily, then spotting the bag that Jafar held, she continued, "What's in the bag?"
Jafar smiled, this was going exactly as he wanted. "None of your concern, princess," he mimicked, "But if you really want to know . . . I suppose I could show you."
Jasmine narrowed her eyes, suspicion written clearly on her face, "Show me."
"As you wish, princess," Jafar grinned and dropped the bag on the floor with a heavy thud, revealing its contents.
Jasmine's eyes went round with surprise as she breathed out, "By Allah," and ran towards the fallen figure of Johara. "What did you do to her?!"
Jafar was stroking his goatee calmly, "Nothing damaging, she's just going to be out for a little while, at least until I'm done with her."
Jasmine hissed angrily, "You evil," she fumbled for a word evil enough to insult Jafar besides snake, "evil, SCUM BAG!"
Jafar seemed very unimpressed as he scoffed, "Is that really the best you can do?" He grinned as he watched Jasmine control her anger, "Now it wouldn't be WISE to try to hit me now, would it? Not a very good choice when your opponent's greater in strength AND number." The cobras hissed in agreement.
Jasmine seemed to take a step back when she heard the snakes. She hadn't known the snakes were there, the wind was cold and the heat she felt seemed almost tangible. She could feel the adrenaline pumping and it seemed as if her heart was beating at her throat. She swallowed to moisten her parched throat. Trying to cover up her shaky voice, she said defiantly, "I'm taking Johara with me and that's that."
"Oh is it now . . ." Jafar sneered, he signaled the cobras, then facing Jasmine, he said, "One bite from them and you die in one day, and I promise you, it will be very VERY painful."
"I don't care. You can kill me if you wish, but Johara goes."
"Since when did I say I wanted to kill you?"
Jasmine's mind reeled as the information clicked. "You wouldn't."
"Yes I would. If you go against me, I will kill Johara." The snakes were circling the area where Johara slept on unconscious, forcing Jasmine to make way.
"You can't," Jasmine went on breathlessly.
Jafar extended his right hand while gathering up the bag with Johara in, ignoring Jasmine's shock, "Now, I'd like you to come with me back to the palace, Princess Jasmine." As much as it sounded like a request, it's menacing undertone made it clear that it wasn't.
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Finally finished. Sorry this one took so long to post. School's started. again -__- can't wait till spring break ^ ^ By the way.
Dragonessa24: Thanks for the review ^^ I'm getting the feeling lotsa ppl like Iago a lot, I'll see what I can do for him
Toysrusgirl: = P Hmm . . . Johara/Aladdin? Interesting idea . . .XP but . . . u'll see what happens ^^
I believe this is now PG-13? Correct me if I'm wrong.