"Nothing's wrong, Sarah! Just go away! I hate you! I hate everybody!" Toby screamed at his older sister through the door separating them.

"Toby, please, open the door! Just talk to me!" She begged him. Oh, she knew something was very wrong with Toby. He had come home from school crying, and he wouldn't tell her anything. Sarah suspected that it was some mean kids that had said something cruel to him, but she couldn't talk to him, so she couldn't understand what was wrong with him.

"No!" His voice sounded muffled and strained, almost like he was trying to hold back the tears. She knew from experience that holding back the tears wouldn't help anything at all. If anything, it would simply make it worse and worse until you shattered inside.

"Toby. Open this door right now!" She told him sternly, shaking the doorknob. Slowly, the door opened and there sat a ten-year-old Toby, a broken pencil sharpener next to him and the small razor in his hand, ready to cut his skin.

"Sarah… it's too much. I can't do it anymore! Why won't the pain stop? Why can't I just stop?" He cried, screaming when Sarah took away the blade form him.

"Toby, look, I know I shouldn't hold strong opinions about something I know nothing about, but when you get older, have kids, would you really want them to see the scars and ask why you have them?" She asked gently. Toby looked at her angrily.

"So?! Why should you even care?! You're not even my real sister! I hate you! I hate you and your dad and mom! I wish the Goblin King would come and take you away, right now!"

Instantly, her heart stopped. What did he just say? No! No, he couldn't have!

"Toby, what have you done?!" She shrieked, shaking his shoulders, glancing around nervously as the wind picked up and the shutters slammed against the sides of the house.

"What? It's not as though it's real! You said so yourself!"

Suddenly, the door to the balcony slammed open and in walked Jareth, King of the Goblins.

No, no, this is impossible! I thought Sarah said that it was all made up! Toby thought frantically.

"What are you doing here!" He yelled at Jareth, trying to block Sarah from his view, although it didn't work out well.

"I'm here to take away your lovely sister." The Goblin King said arrogantly, posing as though he was some sort of vapid model.

"I'll never go with you!" Sarah shouted angrily at him, making his eyes narrow in anger, but he quickly composed himself and laughed.

"Unfortunately, Sarah, you don't have much of a choice. Your brother wished you away, and now you're all mine."

"I didn't mean it, though!" Toby quickly tried to redeem himself.

"Oh, you didn't?" He asked Sarah's brother mockingly.

"Toby, it doesn't matter whether you meant it or not. I now belong to him unless you can win me back." Sarah explained to her little brother.

"How? How can I win Sarah back?!" Toby asked Jareth, hoping it'd be easier than Sarah told him. Motioning to the door, Jareth showed him the Labyrinth in which he'd have to run to win back his sister. "That doesn't seem too difficult!" He exclaimed excitedly. Maybe he'd get Sarah back after all!

"Oh, dear child, it's going to be much, much harder than you'd think. You have thirteen hours to solve my Labyrinth, and if you don't, Sarah will be mine forever."

Instantly, Toby ran off to find a way to get into the maze, not wasting any time.

Jareth leaned into Sarah's personal space and whispered in her ear,

"It's not going to be as easy as it was the last time, dear Sarah, so don't bother getting your hopes up. I've changed the Labyrinth. Oh, look! Here comes the contestant before your brother! See how bloody and mangled she is?" Sarah watched in horror as a girl about two years younger than her was dragged out by magick. She was torn up by what looked like a more lethal version of the cleaners.

"Oh no, Toby!" Sarah cried out in terror, afraid that her brother would die because he thought he could take on the Labyrinth.

"Come, Sarah." Jareth took her hand and they were instantly taken to his throne, where she was forcibly sat down on his lap on the throne, unable to move.

She probably should have taken gym more often, then she would be able to be strong enough to not be held in this man's arms while her brother tried to find his way through the deadly maze.

"Could you put me down?!" She asked him angrily, annoyed that she was being treated like a toddler.

"No. I want you like this, so I'll have you like this. Remember Sarah, you're mine. For thirteen hours at least. At most? Forever." With that, he let out a huge laugh, making Sarah jump, which would've made her fall to the floor, but Jareth had her secure in his arms, even though she was still unable to move, since she was being thwarted by his arms.

"Jareth… please, at least give Toby a guide or someone to help him like I got!" She begged him, tears slowly falling down her cheeks, the soft cries gradually turning to sobs. "He'll never make it out!"

"Oh, so I see you have absolutely no faith in your little brother." Jareth said amused, it was actually funny. Sarah slowly lifted her head and saw that he was getting amusement from her pain!

"Stop! Just stop! Please, send Hoggle or Ludo! Please, I'll do anything!" She begged him. He lifted a perfectly sculpted eyebrow.

"Anything?"

Sarah slowed down on crying for a while.

"Yes, anything." She affirmed, growing more nervous as Jareth smiled wolfishly.

"Well, love. Toby can definitely be given a guide, as long as you'll do anything."

"I-I, well, what do you want?" She asked cautiously, not sure if negotiating with the Goblin King was a very smart idea.

Jareth smirked and pulled her closer to him, bringing his lips close to her ear, he whispered,

"Everything."