Things I Ain't Even Tried
Chapter One: Nightime in New Orleans
Note: I do not own The Princess and the Frog nor any related copyrights such as Princess Tianna, Prince Naveen, Dr. Facilier, Mama Odie, and other such related characters.
July 11, 1919
Two nights before the Full Moon
In the dark of the night, a figure walked the unnaturally quiet streets of New Orleans. Typically, musicians, late night scoundrels, or at least homeless bums would be wandering the streets this time of night. However, something kept people away from this particular block unless they were expected.
Which, of course, David wasn't.
David Creed was a man that always went places without being invited: parties, ceremonies, other people's bedrooms. The life of a thief was one of many sorrows and many rewards. So far, David managed to steer clear of the sorrows and feel many of the rewards. But nowadays people were more cautious. Nobody left their door unlocked anymore, nobody kept a window on the lower floor open anymore, nobody unintentionally allowed a thief into their home anymore. This made things difficult for David.
A man's got to eat he always told himself. What's so wrong about using his own particular talents to do so? Still, times were rough and he needed something to take and sell fast.
He rubbed his aching stomach as he unconsciously turned into an alleyway. He knew people that would buy things, people that he knew had good motivations. Collectors, curators, and even royalty sometimes bought the things he "found." They never knew that what they now had in their possession was stolen goods.
What they don't know won't hurt me he always told himself.
He looked up to find himself in a completely unfamiliar neighborhood: A square dominated by a single wilting tree had now become the latest place he was uninvited to.
And an open door, despite the skulls that adorned its door and the eerie darkness that enveloped the inner room only welcomed him in. David rubbed his cold hands together and walked in.
Upon stepping into the room, the door slammed shut behind him and lanterns suddenly sprang to life, illuminating the room. Dark curtains hung from the walls and ceiling. Cupboards filled with questionable paraphernalia loomed over his head. At the far end of the room, a table set for three stood dusty in front of another curtain.
"All right, nobody home." Was all David said.
He made his way through the chamber, being careful not to step on any traps or things that may be worth something to someone. Either way, he'd be in trouble. He made his way to the table and saw the deck of cards in the center. Brushing aside the dust, he flipped through cards.
Tarot cards he recalled, recognizing the familiar shapes. One time he sold a deck of expensive cards to a businessman on his way to Panama. Chuckling, David drew three cards from the deck, remembering the whole routine from presenting it to the businessman.
The first card was the Wheel of Fortune, but instead of the familiar wheel, there was a figure of a man who was taking money from a man's pocket and putting it into another's. David laughed and put the card down.
The second card was the Moon, but again, instead of the normal picture, was the same man walking on a street under the moon with his hand against his stomach. Uneasy, David put the card down and flipped over the next.
The final card was the Devil, and a devil it was. A beast of pure flame seemed to reach out of the card towards him, beckoning. David threw down the card and turned away. Stay away from tarot cards David noted to himself.
He continued to look through the junk around the room to find something covering something else. Bending down, David saw that what appeared to be a voodoo doll was covering something that glittered. Taking the doll and tossing it to the side, David picked up the object beneath. It was small, a tiny jewelry box. It was plain and dark but the material seemed to sparkle as though it were alive.
"Hello jackpot." David said as he opened the box.
Suddenly a flaming figure burst forth and screamed. An evil presence seemed to push its way out of the box. The flames seemed to envelop the room. With a jerk, David slammed the lid back down onto the box and gasped for breath. He looked at the thing in his hands. The glittering box continued to glitter as though nothing had happened.
David looked around the room. The dark presence in the room had finally gotten to him, causing his eyes to dart around the room in panic. He finally looked back at the box.
"What they don't know," David said, putting the box in his coat, "won't hurt me."
With a turn, David fled the room, throwing the door behind him shut. The lanterns went out as if by magic.