My first ever submission! Let's begin with this:

I DO NOT OWN LABYRINTH. This is merely a pure work of fiction based on ©Jim Henson's film. Bless his soul.

Now that's out of the way. Let it be known, I am not a professional writer. And if you spot anything I can improve on, please do critique away. (Rated M for things to come... Hurr hurr!) Thank you for reading!

1. Prelude

"Eevie? Eevie! Eevie, where are you?"

"I'm up here, Sarah! I'm on my way!" Sarah heard her friend yell from an upstairs room. She was supposed to be at the Petersons' by six, but instead here she was, waiting for this wayward girl instead. Really! She thought.

She heard a crash and a few sputtered profanities, followed by Evelyn stumbling out of the room and onto the stairs. She was carrying her favorite beige flowered bag, stuffed with all sorts of unknown little things Sarah was afraid to ask about. It was huge and beige, obviously. And all over it sprinkled a pink rose pattern. The color and sheer size of it always reminded Sarah of a big brown paper potato bag. But considering the things she had seen yanked from it, she'd have sworn it was much rather a sort of magic portal.

Eevee was a strange creature herself. She always wore a skirt with canvas sneakers, no matter what. If it were cold, like England usually was at this time of year, she would just wear thermal tights with all sorts of screaming patterns underneath the skirt. She had short, ash brown, mousy hair that always curled in awkward directions, and big blue eyes. The girl herself was quite small and petite in stature, and could easily be mistaken for a child.

Sarah met Eevee while pub-crawling in London during her first week in England, and they'd become quite inseparable in the past nine or ten months since Sarah's arrival there. Sarah thanked her stars for sending someone as brave as Eevee on her path, because heaven only knows that without her, she would surely have died climbing on the wrong train or being punched up by some moronic boy racer.

Eevee was quite capable despite her size, and Sarah had even heard rumors of the girl "dealing" with a group of chavs. She'd have paid to see something like that.

The girls made their way out of the house, rushing to get to their next destination. They traveled on foot in the cold November night, but they were fretting and running so fast that they barely felt the cold stinging their eyes and nostrils.

Mr. Peterson was rather particular on punctuality, and Sarah never dared to run even a second late. That was partly because it was her job not to be late, and also because she was secretly scared knickerless of him. He was not particularly rude or violent, nor was he unforgiving or cruel… He was just the kind of person you found yourself so deeply respecting.

Sarah Williams came to England shortly after her twentieth birthday. While in her final year of school, she decided to take a year or so off before commencing with her studies. Because frankly, she didn't know what it was that she wanted to study. And it annoyed her stepmother to no end. But here she was, already twenty, and still unsure of what to do with herself. She could follow her mother's path and become an actress- she did quite enjoy theatre ever since she was young… Despite recently realizing that it was just an obsession with not wanting to let go of her mother. Maybe she could even go into fine arts. One thing was for sure: Sarah Williams vehemently refused to become an office worker.

"Sarah! Sarah, we're almost there!" Eevee gasped between her panting, sending snow white clouds of vapor twirling in the air.

"I'm so dead! It's already almost six-twenty!" Sarah yelped in reply. Shit! She thought. I'm cowpoop!

"I'm sorry!" Eevee squealed in apology. "Maybe he won't be bothered! He's not a cruel person!"

"That's not exactly the point, Eevee!"

Her jeans did little to keep out the chilling cold air rushing by her legs as she ran, but her red shirt, thermals and prison-striped scarf at least kept her warm. Her jacket was still at the Petersons' since yesterday, where she had forgotten it. It was her day off, and she had slept over at Eevee's without bothering to take it along.

They ran and ran, and finally reached the Petersons' front steps. Sarah opened the door, and sure enough, there he was. Mr. Peterson was standing in front of her with his arms crossed over his chest.