Excuses: I watched Candy Man. Blame my best mate for her unintentional stimulus of my mind and scaring me silly. ;) And the Goblins, imagine them as the Goblins and Ogres in the Lord of the Rings.
Warning for the screamish: it is a bit bloody, so if you're the kind that wouldn't touch a horror movie with someone else's barge pole, maybe you're better off without reading, though I doubt this is scary but to some it may be.
Disclaimer: The Goblin King and the Candy Man ideas don't belong to me. I don't make no money out of this either.
Goblin King.
"Once upon a time there was a girl, a very spoiled girl that was loved by her father because her mother was there. Together these three where very happy together and lived there ordinary lives as normally as can be.
But then disaster struck.
The girls mother decided she didn't love the family anymore, perhaps she never had and had just convinced herself to stay, but either way she decided to leave, one stormy night, when the heavens where screaming and lashing out with their pain...
She looked up from her book that she was reading, and listened. Really listened beyond the beautiful storms noises.
"I CAN'T TAKE THIS ANYMORE!"
"LINDA!"
"Don't come near me!" A crash of thunder, and then her fathers screams. They haunted her in the dark of her mind. And she clutched her little blood red book of fantasy and goodness not daring to move or to breath, but the body must have breath and so she went downstairs to find blood, black on the cream carpet. A hook in her father, his hand cut off.
Screaming, she ran next door, where the neighbours where luckily in.
And so the nightmare began. Her father wasn't interested in her, just his own disability, and he would see the girl as her mother, and so she read with a passion, that little blood red book, Labyrinth.
And when the evil and wicked stepmother came, she acted it out, to try and escape her growing age, thinking when I am older and other such phrases until she was fifteen and interloper number two came.
A screaming brat that was selfish in her eyes, got everything he desired, took away her free time while the evil one and the handless one went out. And the brat screamed, and screamed and nothing would satisfy it, except maybe a story she thought.
"...And no one knew that the Goblin King had fallen in love with the girl and given the girl certain powers. But she knew that if she where to wish the child away the Goblin King would keep it forever and ever, and so she held her tongue.
"Until one day, when the girl was tired from a days house work and hurt form the cruel words of her stepmother and the baby just screamed and screamed... Oh, be quiet!" and she grabbed hold of him and tried to joggle him to sleep, after a while she gave up on that and threatened the direst threat she dared.
"I'll say the words... But I mustn't..." But he won't shut up. Bastard. And so she held him aloft and cried out the false words in the blood red book she beheld.
"What's that?" the misshapen Goblins demanded, settled down in their piles of dirt and decay, their slime attracting flies. "She's an idiot! She'll taste well... Oh Goblin King! Allow us to prompt her!"
"Silence!" The voice demanded, and there was silence.
"Oh, Toby, I really do wish that the Goblins would come and take you away..." Violently she flicked the light off, leaving her in the flash of the lightening. "Right now."
"Do... do... She's pretty enough for me!" The goblins laughed a vile laugh, not daring to protest at the Goblin King taking the girl for himself.
The girl, Sarah was her name for we should call her something, as the Goblin Kind knew what she had been called, sat in front of the mirror in her room and applied lipstick. Deep, crimson lipstick, like her mothers when she was let out of prison to act. She shook her head and started to clip her hair up, feeling disappointment that the Goblin King hadn't come. But a bit of relief, just a bit.
"Goblin King. I wonder what you would look like?" She plucked her eyebrows wincing at her thick hairs.
"Goblin King. I wonder what you are?" She laughed as she dusted her eyelids and cheeks with powders and pursed her lips and the mirror. She didn't look half-bad. "Goblin King. Goblin King."
And as she brushed her teeth, she said it one last time, muttered it to her pearl teeth. "Goblin King."
The lights went out. "Shit! I hate power cuts at times like these!" She tugged her gothic top, with its red lacing down the back; netting over her bare shoulders and waist with v pointed sleeve cuffs that reached her middle fingers down to meet her purple flared cut off jeans.
She shuddered as she heard a lull in the storm. There was no rain, no wind, not even a clock. Just her heart insisting on beating so hard and fast in fear of what she felt was behind.
"There's nothing there." She said firmly, and to prove the point she went to check on Toby.
"Toby... why aren't you crying!" She tore open doors and skidded to a halt just inside of the room. There was a little quaking pile in the middle of the cot that she could just make out... Slowly, trying to deny that anything was wrong she walked to it. Quickening she yanked the covers off to scream in horror as the smell of blood hit her. A... thing, it's tiny needle teeth glinting in the dark and it's round eyes chewed contentedly. "TOBY?! Where are you!" It barred it's fangs and hissed at her, spilling chewed meat at its feet.
"You know where he is." The voice was cruel and bitter as glaciers that destroyed the earth for the sake of it. Sarah didn't waste time, she ran. She flew to the kitchen where she grabbed a knife.
"What was that for?" The voice asked her, right behind her. "That is not going to save the baby, or he will end like the one in your bed..."
"Toby," Sarah throat was tight, making it hurt, "he's alright?"
"Yes." Sarah sagged with relief, "but..." Sarah stiffened, "The next time I am called by a disbeliever he will die with a hook from his groin to his gut. His blood will spill as it is mine to spill so it must flood the floor."
Sarah gasped as blood dripped on her and yelped a girls scream. "Give him back!"
The laughter was cruel, so cruel. "Why?"
"You can't do that! Please!" Sarah felt the despair fill her. "I want my brother!"
"Surely not the brat?"
Sarah gasped back a sob. "I didn't mean it..."
"What's said is said."
"But... What can I do?"
"You can forget the baby. You have problems of your own."
"Sarah, we're home... OH MY GOD!! TOBY! WHERE'S TOBY!"
Sarah dropped the knife, and held her hands out, "I can explain..."
"You're just like your mother! Stay away! The police are coming!"
Sarah did the only thing she could think of. She ran, out of the door, past her hysterical 'guardians' and ran and ran. She heard the police and the helicopters in a distant dream and still she ran until the town was behind her and dark was all around.
"They don't care for you. I do. Come to me. Come with me." Sarah, stricken turned around and saw him.
"Give me back my brother."
"I will be generous Sarah. I will let you come instead of the child." Sarah opened her mouth to say 'yes', "But!" The Goblin King, his silhouette a deeper, darker more dangerous shadow "You will die in his place."
Sarah hesitated.
"You have thirteen days to decide."
AN: Oh my, what is going to happen in thirteen days? What will she decide? What will the Goblin King do? Or should I quit while I'm still ahead? Please review, please. Or I'll wish you away...
I wouldn't really. Do you think it's scary? Or just disturbing? Or not even that?
