Fall Is Beautiful

S4 Chapter 1: Hope Is Gone

Before you read this chapter, I highly suggest you quickly reread season 3 and mainly focus on Aiden. Trust me, it will pay off in the long run!

It had been a week since I was brought here, and although I tried my best efforts to find my brother, it was hopeless. There were guards watching your every move here, and if you tried to get away from them they'll grab you and throw you into your cell. No breakfast, no lunch, no dinner.

I was assigned to "Ms. Maader," my second day here. She was... cold. I could never look her in the eye. She gave me the creeps, and always threatened to throw me into the icing room. God I hated the mere idea of that room.

Anytime I really got the chance to talk to anyone was at breakfast and dinner. All of the kids had the same breakfast and dinner, but different lunches. Masur and I didn't have the same lunch, unfortunately.

As the days rolled on, I realized this camp was different from the PSI camps. They actually encouraged you use your powers, had you work on them for the most of the day. I had gotten better at my fire skills, working hard because I needed my skills to get out of here with my brother, but also Masur and wherever Aiden was.

...

I was on break when suddenly Masur sat next to me on the grass. He was assigned also to Ms. Maader, so it wasn't that hard to hinder communication. "I got some information, about Jafar." I blinked in surprise. But it looked like Masur was serious. With a frown growing on my face, I turned to him, taking the note he was passing to me.

"Bad or good?" I asked, opening the letter, and Masur shook his head.

"Neither, really. I just found out where they're keeping them." He explained, crossing his arms. I sighed of relief, leaning back a little as I read the letter. Jafar was somewhere near the icing room, in a lab off of the restricted section.

"Well that's good news. Now we can save him." I said, quietly as possible. Masur turned to me, his eyes downing.

"Without a plan? That would be suicide, and you know that." He rejected, and I turned back to him, trying to hold back a snarl.

"I have a plan." I told him, standing up but he grabbed my wrist, pulling me back.

"Going in flames ablaze is not a plan." He scolded, pulling me down. I either was lighter than I originally thought, or Masur was just hugely strong for a 12 year old. I glared at the younger boy, before sighing.

"Well, do you have a better plan? I still have to find Aiden, but I'm not even sure he's in the camp. Although, he wouldn't leave Jafar. I know that." I contemplated, and Masur sighed, face palming.

"I may not be as smart as you or Jafar, but I do know a way to get past the restricted area without having to sneak around." He finally spoke up as I rambled to myself. I turned to him, eyes wide. He knew a way?

"But... it involves..."

...

Jafar took a deep breath, calming his nerves. He needed to stay calm in here. He was chained to the wall, for one reason only. He was an orange. He could mess with peoples minds if he came in contact with them. Most animals were easier to control from far away, as their conscious hasn't been fully enabled to understand what was happening in their mind. With humans, however, they were a much different story. It took a huge mental tole on Jafar's mind to travel into someone's memories. He could injure that person or himself, as their subconsciouses would be interwinding for a single moment.

That's why they had to keep him chained up. He could severely injure someone or himself, and they didn't want that. They needed him for some reason, but he'd rather die than be used by them. Not by Al Thamen...