Disclaimer: I don't own and of these characters. I also don't own Avenue Q
Warning!: Slight Gore at beginning.
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Aladdin sprinted down the corridor, as the evil laugh echoed off the walls and around his head. He had just witnessed a bloody murder and heard the details of a terrible plan to take down Dream High. But, for now he just had to get away. Rounding a corner, he hid inside a deserted classroom. He sat in the corner and gathered his thoughts, mind lingering on what he had just watched;
With a pale blue knife the murdered had rounded on the sleeping victim. In a single motion he brought the knife swishing down. He had buried it in the victim's chest, and had started chanting in a strange tongue. It almost sounded European. Aladdin had watched in horror as the murderer pulled down the blade and made a long, deep gash from the from just above the now-dead figure's heart to it's stomach. Then, with gloved hands, he had peeled back the skin revealing the organs inside. Aladdin had gagged and tried to look away, but found himself unable to as the killer started to reach inside the body and slowly pull the heart away from it's proper place. The knife had been raised again and in a single swing cleaved the small heart away from the body. Deep red blood dripped from the organ through the killer's gloved fingers and onto the floor as it was raised and then slowly lowered into purple flames. A bright blue light had flashed through the room, as the flames quickly licked and devoured the crimson organ. The murderer had then kneelled before the maimed body as another figure stepped out from the shadows. Aladdin now wondered how he had not seen him sooner; the new man's body glowed with blue flames(1). The murderer rose and pushed back the hood of his cloak. Aladdin had only seen the back of his head, but even from that the killer was easily recognisable. It was Jafar.
"You have done well, Jafar. The princess was slaughtered just right. The sacrifice was perfect was perfect. Now, I need you to listen carefully. During the next few weeks the king will rise again through the princess. You have to make an excuse so people think she is sick. Then, when he awakens, let her out and she will walk around the school as she usually does, speak to who she usually does and act how she usually does. During those days the king will wake up his allies from Tartarus and bring them into the school. But, before he awakens we must work out who might be on our side. You need to find any students who are worthy of our cause and give them a single drop of this, " The flamed man had said, handing Jafar a small vile of green elixir. "Be careful; too much will kill them, but a single drop will harness their evil. The side effect is that they will show their true potential, and they will act against their fellow students, but that shouldn't be a problem, rig- what was that?" The man turned his dark eyes to Aladdin, who had gasped just moments before. Aladdin watched in horror as the plotter's once sapphire flames turned ruby red. "Jafar! After him!" He yelled. Aladdin had ran away, as fast as he could, until he could hear Jafar foot steps.
Now, as he sat in the empty classroom buried his face in his hands, when he heard the door creak open and saw Jafar walk in, blue knife raised...
Aladdin jerked awake, and sat up in his bed. His face was sweaty and palms clammy. He caught his breath and looked around. He was safe in his bed, in his dorm. He sighed and looked at the illuminated numbers on the alarm clock. 4:13 am.
"Al?"
Aladdin looked over to the bed on his left to see a tired looking Clopin, yawning and rubbing his eyes. His shoulder length hair was sticking up at every angle.
"What's wrong, mon ami? You woke me up with all that panting." Clopin asked, lowering his hand and furrowing his eyebrows.
"Sorry," Aladdin said. Should he tell Clopin about his dream? "I- I just had a bad dream, is all."
"Oh. Want to tell be about it, Al? Or was it too scary?" Clopin joked, his playful smile returning to his lips. Aladdin rolled his eyes, and gave in to his friend. As he described the dream, Clopin's face fell. When Aladdin had finished the gypsy remained silent for a minute before he spoke. "I wouldn't give it another thought. It was just a dream," He said. "Anyway, now I'm wide awake, and it's all your fault. Shall we get dressed and see if any of the girls are up?" He asked, standing up, duvet falling away to reveal his bright purple y-fronts. Aladdin smiled at his friend's choice in underwear, before getting up and pulling on his clothes.
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Clopin knocked rhythmically on the door and stepped back, as the door was opened a fraction. "Who is it?" Came the tired voice of Belle.
"Ah, bonjour, Belle! Are you awake?" Clopin asked, happily.
"Well, we are now." She said pulling back the door a bit more so they could see her frowning face.
"Ah, good, you can come out then?" Clopin asked, pushing the door a little with his slender, gloved hand. Aladdin looked at Clopin's hands and shuddered being horribly reminded of Jafar's hands in the dream.
"Clopin!" Belle exclaimed, as the door swung open just enough to show her slim form wearing but her underwear(2). She pushed it shut again, as Clopin chuckled.
"We'll be out in a minute!" Esmeralda called though the door.
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"Une Minute," Clopin tutted under his breath. They'd been waiting half an hour outside. Now, when the door finally opened, both Clopin and Aladdin were sat on the floor, leaning against the badly painted walls of the corridor. All of the girls came out, dressed in their normal clothes(3). Everyone agreed; it was so nice not to have to wear Dream High's uncomfortable uniform.
"Where's Quasi?" Esmeralda asked glancing around.
"And, Her-" Meg started, but soon remembered what had happened the previous night and stopped speaking, lowering her eyes to the floor.
"He's still asleep," Aladdin answered Esmeralda, but glanced at Meg. If only she believed it had just been a misunderstanding.
"Oh, okay. Shall we go downstairs then?" She asked. Everyone agreed and they all moved down to the common room. They sat in a circle, dragging chairs around so they could all see each other. Conversation started up, as always, and they got into talking about what they wanted to do in life. Jasmine wanted to prove to her father that she could rule Agrabah better than anyone else ever could. Belle wanted to finish every book in the school library (and to be honest she was almost done). Aladdin said he would find a way to make his wishes come true.
"What about you, Clopin?" Esmeralda asked, noticing her usually loud and energetic friend had remained quiet during the whole conversation.
"Oh," Clopin said, blinking, "I don't know, Cheri. Everyone else seems to have some huge role to fulfil, while I do not."
"Oh, Clopin," Belle said smiling sadly, "Don't worry, I'm sure you'll find your purpose someday."
"I'm sure you're right, Ma Cheri. Now, if you'll all excuse me, I need to go and use the little gypsy's room." Clopin grinned, standing up and walking out into the empty corridor. When he had shut the common room door, he let the smile slip off his face. He sighed and walked slowly down the corridor, shuffling his feet, crossing his arms behind his back and looking at the floor. He took a deep breath and started to sing to himself;
"Purpose, it's that little flame,
That lights a fire under your ass.
Purpose, it keeps you going strong,
Like a car with a full tank of gas.
Everyone else has a purpose,
So what's mine?"
Clopin sighed again, then noticed something shining on the floor. "Oh, look, here's a penny," He said, stooping down and picking it up. He glanced at the date "It's from the year I was born," He noticed, smiling. Then he gasped. "It's a sign!" He exclaimed.
"I don't know how I know,
But I'm gonna find my purpose!
I don't know where I'm gonna look,
But I'm gonna find my purpose!
Gotta find out,
Don't wanna wait,
Got to make sure that my life will be great!
Gotta find my purpose before it's too late!
I'm gonna find life's purpose,
I'm gonna find my purpose,
Could be far,
Could be near,
Could take a week,
A month, a year.
At a job
Or smoking grass. HA!
Maybe at a pottery class.
Could it be?
Yes, it could!
Something's coming,
Something good!
I'm gonna find my purpose, Yeah!
I'm gonna find it!
What will it be?
Where will it be?
My purpose in life is a mystery!
Gotta find my purpose!
Gotta find me!
I'm got to find my purpose!
Purpose, Purpose, Purpose
YEAH!
I gotta find me!"(4)
He finished jumping and punching the air happily. He skipped off down the corridor, but, unknown to him, in one of the classrooms he had just passed, was an eavesdropping Jafar, who was smiling to himself. "Oh, he'll find his purpose, all right..."
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A/N: Ooh! What'll happen next?
Yes, its pretty short, and not very funny. The slightly gory bit at the beginning was necessary, but it won't all be like that, I promise. I am so sorry for the long wait for the update. There's been a lot of things going on, and I haven't had a chance to type this up. So, apologies. Ducks, dodging mouldy tomatoes being thrown at her by angry readers*
(1): The mystery character! But, if you can't guess who it is, then no cookies for you!
(2): Two underwear jokes in one chapter. Oh, god.
(3): Yes, normal clothes. As in Clopin in his purple get up, and Belle in her blue and white dress. Where as the school uniform is... well, I'll get it ready for the next chapter.
(4): This song is from the amazing musical; Avenue Q. The song is called Purpose. Youtube it.
And that's about it from me. The next update will be quicker I promise.