Chapter 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Labyrinth and I don't own the title either. Nor do I own the song lyrics (they might be in a later chapter not sure) they belong to Oasis.
AN: I lost all creativity for Heart and Betrayal I'm sorry. I had to get this one down before it drove me insane with its insistent thumping of the creativeness for the other story so I had to write it, I just had to! My updates will be extremely infrequent for this one because school is just starting so again I hope you enjoy, and leave a review! A review would make my day!
"You have no power over me!" I watched myself yell at the tall catlike man in front of me. I was tortured once again by the look of disappointment on his porcelain face, the loss in his enchanting mismatched eyes, and worst of all the emotion that just barely flickered into view; love. I had broken the man's heart, I had invaded his world and robbed him of the one thing he still had, I had stolen his heart and thrown it at him with vengeance.
I sat up in my bed, panicked. This dream had come to me almost every night since that fateful evening six years ago that I spent thwarting the goblin king and his Labyrinth. At the time I had been so naïve that I had missed an obvious fact, the man had fallen in love with me. I almost wished I could return to the Underground, almost. If I had learned something from my trip there it would have to be, be careful what you wish for. The goblin king would want some sort of revenge on me I just know it.
"Sarah, get down here, NOW!" I heard a gruff voice bellow up to me. I rolled my eyes, it was Ryan my husband. "Sarah" he said in a warning voice, he was right outside my bedroom door now and still I did not stir. He tried the knob but it was locked so he beat the door with his shoulder. After about three tries the hinges broke loose and his wide frame shuffled through the door. He was a burly man of about twenty five; he had short strawberry blonde hair and green eyes that glowed with a malicious fire when he was angered. He wore grey jogging pants and no shirt.
"Sarah, why did you not come down stairs when I asked you to?" Ryan angrily in that slight British accent of his. He stepped forward menacingly when I did not answer immediately. "Well?" he asked, annoyance prominent in his voice. Without giving me a chance to answer he leaped forward grasping my throat with his huge hand, effectively cutting off both my air supply and my ability to speak. My eyes widened in fear when they caught sight of the gun tucked haphazardly in the waist of his pants and the metal baseball bat in his free hand.
The man smiled wickedly and I saw the muscles in his arm flex as he swung the baseball bat at my body. It made contact with a loud pop on my ribcage and if it weren't for his vice-like grip on my throat I would have cried out. I was blinded by pain and blood as he struck the side of my head. Black splotches swam in front of my eyes but I was not graced with unconsciousness. He swung again and again at my body until I was nothing but a bloody mass hanging from his tight grip.
He threw me to the floor and walked to the door. I saw him stop and turn around to look at my broken body; he snickered and reached into his pants, producing a silver pistol.
My heart skipped a beat was he really going to shoot me? "I-I-I wish the goblin king would come and take me away right now." I whispered quietly, still motionless on the floor.
*Sorry I know it's kind of short I just thought this was a good place to stop it at. Well until next time! Leave a contribution in the little box!