The son of Aladdin and Jasmine

Chapter 2

I meant to have this chapter out earlier, but I needed to get to a certain point in my other fic in order for some sense to be made of this one. So, sorry about the wait, but I hope it was worth it.

"Tell me, street rat, how long do you think it would take to break that spirit of yours?" Jafar asked, tilting the boy's head up with his staff.

"I'm my father's son," Aziz said with a shrug, "So I'd like to see you try."

"That'll just make it more entertaining," Jafar said, cupping his face, smirking at the glare that was on Aziz's face, "For me, of course."

"What are you going to do?" Aziz asked, pulling away from his grip, "Beat me? Because that's what you've been doing, and it's not working out that well for you."

"Not yet, I've found that mental pain," Jafar hummed,  raising the scepter and grabbing the boy's face again, "Well that's far more fun to watch."

Before Aziz had time to react, a bright red light flashed in his eyes, covering his vision. 

A bright light was flashed in his eyes. He'd almost forgotten how much the hospital's florescent lights hurt his eyes. More of a reason for him to be angry with his parents for sending him there.  The medication that they had been giving him wasn't really helping either. He didn't need it. 

The hall was the same dead silent as the room the doctors that they had locked him in. He wasn't allowed to leave his room like the other patients, both due to his age as well as his parents own request for it. 

As if getting sent away wasn't bad enough, he also had to be isolated.

He didn't remember why he was sent there. Or he didn't understand. It was one of the two. All he knew was his parents got really mad at him for something, he wasn't sure what, and the next thing he knew he was in the car on the way here. 

They thought he was crazy. That's what they told the doctors, anyway.

"He's having hallucinations," His father had told the doctor when they arrived, "He says he sees things."

That was a lie. He tried to tell them that he wasn't hallucinating, he knew what he saw. He wasn't crazy.

Fuck, had he been saying that his entire life?

The door to the room creaked open and Aziz could feel his heart rate increase, especially as he watched the doctor walk in. He didn't say anything. He never did as he placed the pills in front of him with a glass of water. 

To make him sleep, he said.

It never did work, all it did was make him groggy. The state he was in was almost like paralysis. He couldn't move, and his eyes were closed, but he was still very much awake. He could still feel everything.

"An asylum?" Jafar asked, ripping Aziz out of the trance he was placed in, moving the staff away from his face, "I didn't expect the prince to be insane."

"I'm not insane," Aziz snapped, looking away.

"Oh really?" The djin hummed, "Your parents think otherwise."

"My parents are wrong," He mumbled, refusing to look up at him.

Aziz didn't even know why his parents thought that of him. He remembered being in and out of mental hospitals, with his parents claiming that he had hallucinations and was seeing people who weren't there. 

He wasn't.

Fuck, he was fine!

"How many times can I do this before you really do go insane?" Jafar wondered, more to himself than Aziz, as he grabbed his face and raised the staff again, "Have fun in your memories, little prince."