Fall Is Beautiful

S4 Chapter 2: Homo-icide

My favorite quote of this entire series I have created is this, "I guess love is an open door... in some cases?" -Jafar.
Second favorite would have to be, "fuck you, fuck ya mom, fuck ya brother, FUCK YA UNCLE- I don't care- I'M FUCKING BI BITCH!" -???

S-Sin!? Sin where are you!? SINBAD!" Jafar yelled out into the cold. He had woken up to no one in the car. Hina had gone outside to "hunt" before the cold really settled in earlier that morning, where Sin had been with them still. Where did he go? The cold bit at the 10-year-olds nose, causing him to shiver. He wrapped his blanket around his shoulders tighter, trying to see through the mist and fog. In the distance, he was sure he saw a silhouette of a person around his brothers height, so he darted over.

When he came upon the supposed silhouette, it turned out to be a dead tree. Defeated, Jafar turned around to go back to the car, but there was a little problem. He couldn't see the car anymore. He gulped, feeling fear rise through the pit of his stomach up to his heart. Everywhere around him was white. The snow at his feet was white, the mist of the clouds were white, everything was white. Jafar curled up into a ball, sitting down against the dead tree. He pulled the blanket over his head, hoping someone wouldn't mistake his hair for snow or the mist. "Sin..." He whispered carefully. "Where did you go?" After a few moments of silence answering his whispered pleas, he felt tears brimming his eyes. "WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS!?" Jafar threw his blanket off of his shoulders, screaming out into the morning fog. "I NEVER ASKED FOR THIS! I NEVER ASKED TO BE SEPARATED FROM MY FAMILY! SO WHY MAKE IT THAT WAY!?" His gripped tightened on the Vittel doll Sinbad had made him, almost going unnoticed. Gently, Jafar calmed himself and sat back down, wrapping his snow covered blanket over himself again. "I'll die out here if I sit and do nothing. Okay, I was walking West when I saw the tree so the car must be East." Quickly, Jafar stood back up and turned to the direction he thought was East, trudging through the snow, unknowingly walking straight into danger.

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I woke up to the cold bitting at my body. Having been put in the freezer hadn't been what I expected. At first, I used my flame powers to stay warm, and it worked, until night fell. There was a window high up in the room where I couldn't reach, but it brought in even more cold, especially in the winter. Yet, it was time for my plan to start. I had a penalty of one night in the freezer, so they'd come get me before breakfast. As I predicted, the door opened right before the crack of dawn.

"Come along, 7188, we have work to get to." The worker spat as I stood up. Shakingly, I raised my hand towards them and conjured a flame, blasting it towards them. They shrieked only for a moment before their wails died down. I didn't stop to see if they had burned alive or ran away. But one thing stuck in my mind. How come this camp... it's so easy to escape from?

"You're going to need to go to the left. There should be a door that leads to the outside, but it should be locked... you'll need a key card to get through- or you could blast through it. Then you'll have to run across a field that's stationed off for workers only- so prepare for a fight- and once you inside the other building, there should be rows of cells. That's the "detention" center for kids who don't learn from the ice room. Jafar's cell should be in that general area, room #64."

I recalled Masur's description to myself. I didn't want to stop and grab a keycard and waste time, so I supposed I'd just blast through the door. Element of surprise, I suppose? Either way, I was getting to my brother, no matter what.

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"...Lalala lalala... haha... haha!" Jafar rocked himself using the chains he was confined to. Bruises battered his face and blood ran out of his nose onto his lips, where more blood came out of his mouth. In short words, he was beaten, bruised and battered. Mind tricks from other oranges messed with him, and now here he was, going completely insane, and he knew it. "Sweet and low, sweet and low... wind of the western sea... low, low breathe and blow, wind of the western sea..." Ugh god, he needed some medication for his headache.