I own the plot and my OC Katie. That's all, this is set after the events in Labyrinth by years.
Kate's POV (Age six):
I screamed in pain as my older brother Jake shoved me roughly causing me to slam into the beige wall of the hallway and tearfully ball up.
"What the fuck?! I mean you want me to go look under the bed for monsters?" He shouted in disbelief. He often hurt me making me bruise and bleed, my mummy and daddy were fine and I loved them dearly. I even looked up to my older brother, he was brave pretty and smart.
He just had demons in him according to grandma, they made it hard for him to control his anger. Mummy and daddy had gone away for the weekend as they had to help grandma settle in at a old people's home as she had broke her hip on the stairs of her old house - which had now been sold and the money split between me and my brother.
Mummy and daddy thought I was just clumsy and I didn't want my big brother getting in trouble for his demons. Grandma, knew he yelled at me but didn't know he pushed me around.
Jake grasped my shoulder and pulled me up until my feet didn't even touch the floor.
He tossed me into my light blue bedroom making me snag my wrist on the loose screw hanging from the door knob and narrowly missing smashing into my toy chest covered in my little drawings and stickers.
Whimpering I sobbed trying to hide under my white bed, but he grasped my ankle before throwing me out making me bang my head on the bed frame before knocking me into the small bookcase filled with fables, poems, rhymes and fairy tales.
Odd books tumbled loose and thumped to the floor, including my most favourite book. Labyrinth. Grandma had given it to me on my last birthday, I loved it so much I wrote little story's about the goblin king saving me and us having a picnic in his labyrinth while playing with the little worms. I even drew little images of the goblins and the king, one of the drawings mummy liked so much they were given the honor of being stuck to the fridge with the magnet I made her for mothers day at school.
"Whats this rubbish? Fairy tales? Cinderella? What a load of crap!" He snarled throwing the book across the room making it slam into my little bedside table which held a child jewelry box with beads, plastic rings and a little tiara for my Barbie - though I wore it as a ring.
My room was small, I had a single bed along the length of the room pressed into the edge next to the bedroom door, a bedside table which only just managed to fit in at the end of the bed and under a green curtain covered window. There was a wardrobe which held my clothes and my toys along with a couple of my dolls daddy got me when he went away for work.
Above the head of my bed was a little shelf in white wood matching all my furniture, on the shelf stood a near death cactus, a small box holding my little locket holding a photo of mummy and daddy on their wedding day, the chain snapped at school a few days ago and mummy put it there for safe keeping while getting a new chain. There was a little broken nightlight which used to light stars around my bedroom and my favourite china doll in purple lace standing in the corner next to a photo of me and mummy when I was a baby.
On the bedside table sat the little rose printed box with a broken mirror on in the lid, a fairy decorated lamp which was like magic! You touched it and it lit up, touch it again and it got lighter it kept going until it was near blinding and then turn of again.
My room was cramped but I was the smallest and I loved my owl decorated walls, and light blue carpet. It was comforting.
"Labyrinth!?" He sneered grasping the book flicking threw it roughly causing a couple of the pages to rip. "All a load of bollocks!" He laughed before glaring murderous as I timidly tried to grab my favourite book back.
"you want this pile of shit? You actually believe this?!" He snarled in disbelief while holding it out of my reach before a look crossed his face making me tearfully recoil.
"Ok then how would you like for the king to take you? Huh he would even see you as this pathetic thing to feed to one of his disgusting monsters only for them to pick their teeth with!" He growled before standing over me making sure that his whole posture was threatening.
"Ok I wish that the goblins" He grinned at my terrified face, I would love to meet the king and goblins but I love my mummy and daddy! I don't want to leave them to be fed to a monster! Slowly he spoke making sure to draw out the daunting sentence. "And their goblin king, would come and take you away!" His voice grew more menacing as I shuffled until I was nearly completely under my bed, hiding from his terrifying form.
Then everything changed. Their was a loud clap of thunder causing my ears to ring painfully, darkness blanketed the room and most likely the house. Then everything stood still for a few seconds as I hid further under the bed only enough that I couldn't be seen but I could see everything around the bed at the angle I hid at.
A loud smash made me squeak in fear as the window flew open and slammed into the wall cracking the glass in one pain and breaking the other three letting the glass rain to the floor.
Then the most largest, beautiful barn own flew in. He had the most clean feathers like snow and melted gold with a regal look coating the way he hovered in the centre of my room as Jake had retreated and almost glued himself to my bedroom door ready to run at any moment.
In a glimmer of lights and magic sparkles the owl morphed into a tall man. He had a angular face with narrowed odd eyes, one raging in molten brown, the other freezing in iced blue. His hair was blonde streaked randomly in dark blues as it was pulled high above his head and fell around his face in light blonde layers.
He was tall with a white poet shirt undone revealing his pale muscular chest, a black leather waist coat showing his firm posture and tight grey trousers tucked into brown leather knee high boots.
Taking in my brothers form he glanced around my room, his perfect lips twitching into a slight smile as he took in the owls coating my room before looking for something. When his eyes landed on the bed I swear he saw me as a smile graced his lips, but it was too dark he shouldn't be able to see me!
His attention turned to my brother who was a mixture of anger, fear and defiance.
"You wished your sister away?" He asked smoothly while a ball of glass appeared in a hypnotic dance around his fingertips.
"I was joking! I didn't think you were real!" He growled in annoyance but I could see the weariness.
"Should you want her back, you need to complete a quest of sorts." The goblin king stated with a smile.
I hadn't gone anywhere though, I wanted to go out and say this but his mismatched eyes darted to me with a warning. The fact I was still in awe of the glorious man in front of me didn't help me either.
My brother though, said nothing. Tearfully I looked away from the pretty man and to my rugged brother to see him in a thoughtful look. He wasn't really going to just let me get taken away was he?! I loved him, despite hurting me I would go threw the labyrinth over a hundred times if the situation were reversed.
Gulping I wiped my eyes letting the tears vanish courtesy of my balled fists.
"You know what? Keep her!" My eyes froze wide in sadness as new tears glossed my brown eyes and I trembled as a cold silence overtook the room.
"What?" The king looked stunned, disappointed and angered.
"You wish for me to take your little sister, and you have no protest at all?" The king uttered as disgust faintly covered his voice.
I crawled away from the edge of my bed until I hit the corner and curled up iin sadness as I sobbed quietly into my knees. Why did he hate me so much? I almost worshipped him!
"She's a stupid little bitch! Always reliant on me, following me and now I have to look after her? Look under her bed for stupid monsters? I have to give up my time for that rugrat, with her gone I have nothing to worry about." He said strongly, I could hear the smile in his voice before I watched his feet move and walk out my bedroom door leaving me and the goblin king...and I suppose my new carer alone.