When Sarah ends up in a coma after being attacked her soul ends up in the Labyrinth, will Jareth's offer prove too tempting this time, has she even got a life to go back to…
[EDIT] I've completely re-written this story. It's the same story but I began writing it over five years ago and my writing has changed dramatically over that time, so the style of this story is nothing compared to that of the final part of the trilogy. I wanted to even things out and there's a few things I wasn't happy with so here's the new version of the same story.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Labyrinth, you know the drill. I do however own Samael and Devon and all the songs/poetry.
The pain would come.
She knew this instinctively as her mind slowly swam back to consciousness. She felt no pain now, her body, her mind, were numb, but it would come, it had to.
Slowly she felt the memories return, she didn't want them, she fought them, but she had no choice. She knew what had happened, she could see it all, but she could feel nothing, not yet. She tried to hold them back, but still the memories came. She could see the men forcing her against the wall, saw them beat her, she knew it was her, she could see her black leather trousers, the velvet sleeves of her corset as her arms and legs punched and kicked anything they could get in contact with in a desperate effort to get free, she knew it was hopeless, even as she'd done it. She'd had no choice though, she had to fight. She could still remember the desperation in her actions, the sheer terror driving her as she fought against them to no avail, fighting until her body gave out in agony, her mind closed in terror, and blessed unconsciousness stole over her.
She could see it all, but she couldn't feel anything. Her semi-conscious mind kept everything at bay for the moment, but the pain would come, she knew it would, just not yet.