Chapter Thirteen

Torture

I woke up tied to a table drawn and quartered. To my right was Abu, he was in a cage, to my left was Aladdin, in chains and also drawn and quartered on the wall.

The torturer, Mike came in, he was holding a large scalpel, which I assumed was for me, because in his left hand he was holding a bird skull. Walking towards me Mike laughed, it was nasally and sounded an awful lot like Lefou, "Ready to die bird?" he sneered, "Come on Mike" I said, "You know me, we're friends!" Mike huffed, "You hated me" I rolled my eyes, "Only because you kept feeding me those disgusting crackers! That, and almost assaulted Jasmine" Mike shrugged, he obviously didn't care. "Yeah, I really don't care about that Iago" he said as got directly in my face.

"Why can't you just leave him alone?" That was Aladdin, "He didn't do anything wrong" Mike laughed, "Oh really?" Mike moved a little closer to me, "The only thing I'm guilty of" I declared, "was falling in love with a girl who doesn't love me back. Is that a crime?" Mike then drove the knife into my stomach, "No" he sneered again, "But betraying Jafar was" He then walked over to Abu and Aladdin and released them, as if their form of torture was watching me die.

When Mike left, Aladdin immediately began pulling the knife out, but I stopped him, "Don't worry about me." I began coughing up blood, "just get out of here!" Without questioning me any further Aladdin left, followed closely by Abu.

Ten minutes later, I saw a portion of the palace, the western tower, fly through the air; I could hear Aladdin and Abu screaming inside of it. I could hear Jafar laughing, and I could hear Jasmine crying her eyes out. Do you know what the worst sound in the world is? It's whatever sound that makes your heart break the most and your mind undergoes the worst hallucinations imaginable, it's the sound that tortures you, that makes you afraid to go out at night.

Mike came back in the room, "The Sultan will see you now" I breathed in slowly, "He's a prisoner too" I said, Mike rolled his eyes, slightly annoyed, "Not that Sultan. Jafar" I nodded in understanding. Mike untied me from the table and then threw me on the floor, almost causing me to break my wings again. "Get up!" he yelled as he pulled out another scalpel and stabbed me in the back. Barely able to stand, I complied; the blood I coughed up was now darker, redder. I thought I was going to die, in all I had lost almost 1/3 of the liquid that keeps me alive.

Remember how I say earlier that my friends are the reason I'm still alive? Well that comes into play right about here. You see, Genie had apparently split himself into two halves, one good and one "bad". The good half was heading towards the torture room, while the "bad" half was with Jafar.

Mike pulled out a whip and began beating me with it, making sure to hit the scalpels driving them deeper and deeper into my body. Just as he was ready for second round, Genie burst in and threw him against the table, knocking over several deadly torture instruments. Among them were, axes, knifes, casting irons, drills, corkscrews, and a mirror. I know what you're thinking, how can a mirror be a torture instrument? If you've ever been in a medieval prison in the Middle East, you would be afraid of yourself too, especially after the guards beat you down to almost nothing.

After dealing with Mike and knocking him unconscious, Genie rushed over to me. I was dancing with the Devil; so to speak, I couldn't open my eyes to even look at him. Everything I did made the pain worse. It made me want to die, to just get it over with, but if I had died, there would be no story to tell.

Genie looked up at the sky and whispered something in Arabic, he put his hand on my chest, removing the weapons that had impaled me and healing any wounds that I had received as a result of the torture.

Standing up, I turned towards him, it was the Genie that I knew, all shiny and bright blue, "Thanks for that" I said, "It wasn't for you" Genie stated coldly, "You're the only one who can make this right. You have to stop Jafar" Of course, I did, what else was I going to do? Let everyone die on my account? No. "Agreed, but how? I can't be in two places at once" Genie laughed and snapped his fingers, a blue version of me appeared on Genie's shoulder. "What's going on Genie?" I asked, "This is your clone" he answered, "You can take two birds down with one giant, head crushing stone!" I turned to Genie in confusion, "But how will I know what to do? I can't be in control of him and me!" Genie laughed again, "You will be able to experience his experiences in your mind" I scratched my head, "Speak English please" Genie sighed, "Look, basically this guy" he pointed to the clone, "is just another part of your mind. A surrogate body" The clone looked at me and spoke, "I'll get Aladdin. This is personal for you now" With another snap of his fingers, Genie made the clone disappear, "Alright" I said, "but Aladdin isn't just going to go with that guy willingly" Genie sighed again, getting extremely annoyed, "I'll take of care it, now go save your princess!"