Split Apart
Irish Nobody
===Disclaimer: the original characters Sarah, Jareth, Hoggle, Ludo, Mr. Worm, Fierys, and Sir Didymus ect. do not belong to me, nor do the lines from the original movie (these are used only to advance the story and I take no credit for them, they were created by Jim Henson or which ever genius who wrote the original script). New characters are from of my own imagination or suggestions of the Chicken (my little sister #1) or my friends. Any relation of characters to actual persons is purely coincidental cough, cough. Okay--here we go now. ===
Chapter the First
"Goblin King, Goblin King, where ever you may be, come and take this child of mine far away from me!" Sarah cried holding Toby up far above her head.
"'That's not it!' 'Where'd she learn that rubbish? It doesn't even start with I Wish,'" Anne murmured in exact copy of the goblins in front of her.
Chremslied just shook his head and gazed at her. The sixteen year old girl in front of him was curled up with her face barely an inch from the screen, body bleached of color and simply reflecting those thrown from the screen. This could be because the volume was turned down extraordinarily low. Chremslied had no problem hearing it from his perch of course, but that was to be expected. Very stealthily he stole a piece of bread from the loaf right beside Anne and cocked his head to the ceiling.
Straight above Anne was her "guardians'" bedroom, but no unnecessary noises issued forth. Chremslied could hear the steady breathing of Patty and Johnny as they slept in their comfortable queen sized bed. Chremslied's low growling sounded just like a creaking tree limb in the wind as he thought about the pair sleeping above him.
* * *
Anne was eleven years old when Chremslied had found her; it would be six years ago in one month and three days. (Has it been so long? the thought came, interrupting his reverie). She had been in a magnolia tree reading, of all things, a copy of Labyrinth she'd printed from the Internet. Chremslied had nearly fallen off his branch when he'd caught a glance of what was typed on the legal sized paper.
What fool went out and made a novelization of it? he'd thought. Is nothing allowed to fade into obscurity anymore?
Chremslied had been hoping to find some rest amongst the tall branches of the magnolia away from the scurrying mortals that never ceased bustling. Upset when he had discovered Anne reading, his curiosity eventually got the best of him. Understandably more upset when he'd discovered what she was reading (Jareth would not be pleased with this outcome), he went on to actually look at the child reading the story with such avid hunger.
She, quite simply, took his breath away. Her eyes were a greenish- blue, her skin pale, her face lightly dotted with freckles, and her hair was dark and thick. She looked so much like Sarah that Chremslied thought he'd managed to get caught in a time warp and was in the past. The only real difference was the fact that her hair was only shoulder length (she was recovering from a very bad case of head lice which had caused her hair to be whacked off) and that her copy of Labyrinth was not the same Labyrinth that Sarah had read.
Then she spoke, "'Well, since I'm pointed in that direction, I guess I'll go down.' What a moron! I would have gone up! At least the castle was close at hand that way, and humans don't work well in the dark anyway." She smacked the paper with her hand. A quick grimace of pain flashed on her face, but quickly disappeared as she continued reading.
Startled at her sudden outburst Chremslied actually jumped, then smiled wryly at himself. At least she doesn't have Sarah's voice, nor her thought process, maybe I'm not caught in a time warp after all.
Now completely intrigued, Chremslied crawled around behind her. Looking over her shoulder, he tried to discern what had caused her grimace. Then, he saw it. Her right hand was burned. It looked as if she had placed her hand on a window seal, fallen asleep, and had not woken up until a good two hours had passed. (Chremslied would later find out that she'd spilt boiling water on her hand when she accidentally sloshed it from a bowl during intense distress). Shocked at such an unusual injury he decided to actually stay with this peculiar human.
That night when Chremslied followed Anne to her house he was introduced to the horrors of abuse. Patty and Johnny never actually laid a hand on Anne, but they may as well have. They continuously lashed at her with barbed tongues, wounding her emotionally and mentally. Anne was in a constant state of nervousness around her guardians. One time after Chremslied had been with her a month, Patty had made a motion as if she was going to throw a vase at Anne, which caused Anne to back out of the room so fast she tripped over a table leg and fell down the stairs.
Chremslied gritted his teeth at Patty's reaction. "You clumsy oaf. You'll be lucky if you ever live to be twenty, let alone make anything of yourself." She had laughed cruelly and then went back to her room as Anne painfully clambered off the floor. She had a bruised cheek, shoulder, and other aches for about a month.
* * *
Suddenly Chremslied heard the creaking of floorboards. Startled out of his reverie he realized that Johnny had awoken and was approaching the stairs. Probably to get a midnight snack, he thought. Quickly he darted around the television and laid a finger against its side. The television "mysteriously" flickered off.
"Oh," Anne huffed quietly and went to hit the television when she heard the stairs creaking. Her eyes widened in distress.
Hurriedly she unplugged the tiny television and pushed it in her small cupboard. Then she unplugged the VCR and shoved it under her cot, quickly pushing random clothes from the floor in front of it. She thrust her face into the pillow and tangled the sheets about her legs. Taking a smothered breath she counted quietly to five and relaxed her body as much as possible. She did her best to regulate her breathing as she strained to hear the footsteps as they padded through the house.
For several minutes, everything seemed fine. Anne let out a sigh of relief, and then spasamed when she heard the refrigerator door slam. Chremslied winced.
"Where the &*$% is my food?!" Johnny swore.
It was all Anne could do not to tense and pretend that she was still asleep. Please, please don't let him come here. Please just let him drink some whiskey and go back to bed. Please Lord, just let him go. Don't let him come in here.
To Anne's intense dismay, she heard him march to her room. Her door flew open and banged against the wall. "OLIVIA ANNE MCCONNLEY!" Johnny shouted and proceeded to flick on the light.
Anne squeezed herself into a ball and then opened her eyes slowly, feigning drowsiness. She could sleep through anything, but a light would wake her up in an instant-Patty and Johnny knew this.
Before she lifted her head she quietly sobbed into her pillow, "I wish the goblins would make you leave me alone, if just for this night."
Chremslied seized his chance. Quickly he darted to Johnny's side and whispered quietly to him. Johnny glared at Anne when she looked up at him. "Anne! If you don't have me my food ready immediately after you wake up in the morning, you're dead! Understand!"
"Yes sir, but.you're.you're.snacks take time to prepare, the brownies alone take at least an hour," she nearly sobbed.
"Fine! Whatever, just make sure you get it done or that you're working on it when I get up in the morning!" Johnny growled and left, pausing to flick off the light (at Chremslied's suggestion).
Anne was so astonished that she just sat in shock for a moment. She then collapsed in relief on her cot whispering a 'thank-you' to the night as she quickly fell asleep in exhaustion.
Chremslied looked at her sadly, "You're welcome. If only Jareth knew."
Irish Nobody
===Disclaimer: the original characters Sarah, Jareth, Hoggle, Ludo, Mr. Worm, Fierys, and Sir Didymus ect. do not belong to me, nor do the lines from the original movie (these are used only to advance the story and I take no credit for them, they were created by Jim Henson or which ever genius who wrote the original script). New characters are from of my own imagination or suggestions of the Chicken (my little sister #1) or my friends. Any relation of characters to actual persons is purely coincidental cough, cough. Okay--here we go now. ===
Chapter the First
"Goblin King, Goblin King, where ever you may be, come and take this child of mine far away from me!" Sarah cried holding Toby up far above her head.
"'That's not it!' 'Where'd she learn that rubbish? It doesn't even start with I Wish,'" Anne murmured in exact copy of the goblins in front of her.
Chremslied just shook his head and gazed at her. The sixteen year old girl in front of him was curled up with her face barely an inch from the screen, body bleached of color and simply reflecting those thrown from the screen. This could be because the volume was turned down extraordinarily low. Chremslied had no problem hearing it from his perch of course, but that was to be expected. Very stealthily he stole a piece of bread from the loaf right beside Anne and cocked his head to the ceiling.
Straight above Anne was her "guardians'" bedroom, but no unnecessary noises issued forth. Chremslied could hear the steady breathing of Patty and Johnny as they slept in their comfortable queen sized bed. Chremslied's low growling sounded just like a creaking tree limb in the wind as he thought about the pair sleeping above him.
* * *
Anne was eleven years old when Chremslied had found her; it would be six years ago in one month and three days. (Has it been so long? the thought came, interrupting his reverie). She had been in a magnolia tree reading, of all things, a copy of Labyrinth she'd printed from the Internet. Chremslied had nearly fallen off his branch when he'd caught a glance of what was typed on the legal sized paper.
What fool went out and made a novelization of it? he'd thought. Is nothing allowed to fade into obscurity anymore?
Chremslied had been hoping to find some rest amongst the tall branches of the magnolia away from the scurrying mortals that never ceased bustling. Upset when he had discovered Anne reading, his curiosity eventually got the best of him. Understandably more upset when he'd discovered what she was reading (Jareth would not be pleased with this outcome), he went on to actually look at the child reading the story with such avid hunger.
She, quite simply, took his breath away. Her eyes were a greenish- blue, her skin pale, her face lightly dotted with freckles, and her hair was dark and thick. She looked so much like Sarah that Chremslied thought he'd managed to get caught in a time warp and was in the past. The only real difference was the fact that her hair was only shoulder length (she was recovering from a very bad case of head lice which had caused her hair to be whacked off) and that her copy of Labyrinth was not the same Labyrinth that Sarah had read.
Then she spoke, "'Well, since I'm pointed in that direction, I guess I'll go down.' What a moron! I would have gone up! At least the castle was close at hand that way, and humans don't work well in the dark anyway." She smacked the paper with her hand. A quick grimace of pain flashed on her face, but quickly disappeared as she continued reading.
Startled at her sudden outburst Chremslied actually jumped, then smiled wryly at himself. At least she doesn't have Sarah's voice, nor her thought process, maybe I'm not caught in a time warp after all.
Now completely intrigued, Chremslied crawled around behind her. Looking over her shoulder, he tried to discern what had caused her grimace. Then, he saw it. Her right hand was burned. It looked as if she had placed her hand on a window seal, fallen asleep, and had not woken up until a good two hours had passed. (Chremslied would later find out that she'd spilt boiling water on her hand when she accidentally sloshed it from a bowl during intense distress). Shocked at such an unusual injury he decided to actually stay with this peculiar human.
That night when Chremslied followed Anne to her house he was introduced to the horrors of abuse. Patty and Johnny never actually laid a hand on Anne, but they may as well have. They continuously lashed at her with barbed tongues, wounding her emotionally and mentally. Anne was in a constant state of nervousness around her guardians. One time after Chremslied had been with her a month, Patty had made a motion as if she was going to throw a vase at Anne, which caused Anne to back out of the room so fast she tripped over a table leg and fell down the stairs.
Chremslied gritted his teeth at Patty's reaction. "You clumsy oaf. You'll be lucky if you ever live to be twenty, let alone make anything of yourself." She had laughed cruelly and then went back to her room as Anne painfully clambered off the floor. She had a bruised cheek, shoulder, and other aches for about a month.
* * *
Suddenly Chremslied heard the creaking of floorboards. Startled out of his reverie he realized that Johnny had awoken and was approaching the stairs. Probably to get a midnight snack, he thought. Quickly he darted around the television and laid a finger against its side. The television "mysteriously" flickered off.
"Oh," Anne huffed quietly and went to hit the television when she heard the stairs creaking. Her eyes widened in distress.
Hurriedly she unplugged the tiny television and pushed it in her small cupboard. Then she unplugged the VCR and shoved it under her cot, quickly pushing random clothes from the floor in front of it. She thrust her face into the pillow and tangled the sheets about her legs. Taking a smothered breath she counted quietly to five and relaxed her body as much as possible. She did her best to regulate her breathing as she strained to hear the footsteps as they padded through the house.
For several minutes, everything seemed fine. Anne let out a sigh of relief, and then spasamed when she heard the refrigerator door slam. Chremslied winced.
"Where the &*$% is my food?!" Johnny swore.
It was all Anne could do not to tense and pretend that she was still asleep. Please, please don't let him come here. Please just let him drink some whiskey and go back to bed. Please Lord, just let him go. Don't let him come in here.
To Anne's intense dismay, she heard him march to her room. Her door flew open and banged against the wall. "OLIVIA ANNE MCCONNLEY!" Johnny shouted and proceeded to flick on the light.
Anne squeezed herself into a ball and then opened her eyes slowly, feigning drowsiness. She could sleep through anything, but a light would wake her up in an instant-Patty and Johnny knew this.
Before she lifted her head she quietly sobbed into her pillow, "I wish the goblins would make you leave me alone, if just for this night."
Chremslied seized his chance. Quickly he darted to Johnny's side and whispered quietly to him. Johnny glared at Anne when she looked up at him. "Anne! If you don't have me my food ready immediately after you wake up in the morning, you're dead! Understand!"
"Yes sir, but.you're.you're.snacks take time to prepare, the brownies alone take at least an hour," she nearly sobbed.
"Fine! Whatever, just make sure you get it done or that you're working on it when I get up in the morning!" Johnny growled and left, pausing to flick off the light (at Chremslied's suggestion).
Anne was so astonished that she just sat in shock for a moment. She then collapsed in relief on her cot whispering a 'thank-you' to the night as she quickly fell asleep in exhaustion.
Chremslied looked at her sadly, "You're welcome. If only Jareth knew."