Hey this is my 1st labyrinth fic. I usually do Lord of the Rings
fanfiction,(read and review my LOTR fanfic- the dark rider)so bare with me.
Anyway I apologies for the short chapter, but it is meant as a tease and
the rest of the story wouldn't really fit in this perspective so this
chapter ends here.
Disclaimer- I own the Labyrinth and all of its occupants, their mine, back, back fell demon. They are mine I tell you. * Door opens and in walks a nice doctor in a white coat* "ok Christa, time for you medication, come this way, lets leave the nice readers alone." But their mine, so go away..why are you still here, oh yeah to read my story. Right, any way read the story and review.
Just to warn you this is an evil Jareth, none of this 'he was just misunderstood shit' or the 'since Sarah left him he has changed,' or 'because Sarah envisioned him this way, he had to live up to her expectations.' He is BAD, dose king of the GOBLINS mean nothing to you people. Gezzze.anyway here is the story
Disembodied voice- its outrageously small Christa- hey the doctors said that they medication would make you go away. Disembodied voice- Mwhahha.you think you can get away that easily?? Christa -* sits one bed rocking back and forth* its just my imagination, its just my imagination Disembodied voice- Mwahahhahahah
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If one were to drive down the Fox Hall neiborhood, they would see a perfect development. Lawns a deep green, and perfectly cut, flourishing gardens, surrounded by moltch. The houses, all in colonial style, were painted in matching colors of light tans, whites and browns. Cars parked out in the driveway so that the 'proud' owners could flaunt them. The families' taking walks together, young children taking their dogs for walks. Teenagers hanging out at the neiborhood pool. This was the Fox Hall way of life. Everything perfect, and everybody was trying to be more perfect then everyone else. The whole development was in a never-ending compition. Everybody wanted to have the best lawn, everybody wanted the best car, everybody pushing their kids to be more then they can be, everybody was wanting to be everyone else friend. Of course no body really want to be your friend. They just want to climb the social latter. And since their parents acted that way, the kids did too. They were always fighting for the top spot in the class, sucking up to the parents, gaining new friend, then talking behind their back. See, that was the problem with Fox Hall, nothing ever happened, and nobody wanted it to. For all they care they could continue to live in their single minded world of petty interest and nobody would ever complain out lound, but on the inside their souls were screaming for change. They would never state their mind, though, what if their peers didn't agree. So it was with this state of mind that they shunned the chance they had for change. And that chance was grateful.
Disclaimer- I own the Labyrinth and all of its occupants, their mine, back, back fell demon. They are mine I tell you. * Door opens and in walks a nice doctor in a white coat* "ok Christa, time for you medication, come this way, lets leave the nice readers alone." But their mine, so go away..why are you still here, oh yeah to read my story. Right, any way read the story and review.
Just to warn you this is an evil Jareth, none of this 'he was just misunderstood shit' or the 'since Sarah left him he has changed,' or 'because Sarah envisioned him this way, he had to live up to her expectations.' He is BAD, dose king of the GOBLINS mean nothing to you people. Gezzze.anyway here is the story
Disembodied voice- its outrageously small Christa- hey the doctors said that they medication would make you go away. Disembodied voice- Mwhahha.you think you can get away that easily?? Christa -* sits one bed rocking back and forth* its just my imagination, its just my imagination Disembodied voice- Mwahahhahahah
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If one were to drive down the Fox Hall neiborhood, they would see a perfect development. Lawns a deep green, and perfectly cut, flourishing gardens, surrounded by moltch. The houses, all in colonial style, were painted in matching colors of light tans, whites and browns. Cars parked out in the driveway so that the 'proud' owners could flaunt them. The families' taking walks together, young children taking their dogs for walks. Teenagers hanging out at the neiborhood pool. This was the Fox Hall way of life. Everything perfect, and everybody was trying to be more perfect then everyone else. The whole development was in a never-ending compition. Everybody wanted to have the best lawn, everybody wanted the best car, everybody pushing their kids to be more then they can be, everybody was wanting to be everyone else friend. Of course no body really want to be your friend. They just want to climb the social latter. And since their parents acted that way, the kids did too. They were always fighting for the top spot in the class, sucking up to the parents, gaining new friend, then talking behind their back. See, that was the problem with Fox Hall, nothing ever happened, and nobody wanted it to. For all they care they could continue to live in their single minded world of petty interest and nobody would ever complain out lound, but on the inside their souls were screaming for change. They would never state their mind, though, what if their peers didn't agree. So it was with this state of mind that they shunned the chance they had for change. And that chance was grateful.