(WARNING: The story you are about to read is horror. It is graphic, it is ugly, and it is not for the weak hearted. People will die, people will suffer. Good people and bad people. If you want a good, lighthearted fic, go read "The Pineapple and the King" by Lixxle. Awesome fic. This one is about murder, revenge, and lots of gore. Yes there is JS, but its not the fluffy, romantic kind. You have been warned.)

Sarah Williams was once a compassionate, caring young woman, full of gentle thoughts and concern for those around her. She was once clean, once lovely, once the picture of teenage bliss. She had run a great Labyrinth, defeated a King, and saved the younger brother she foolishly wished away. She had been a champion, a friend, and innocent.

Now she stood in complete silence, her face void of emotion, her skin streaked with blood. In one hand she held an ax, covered in gore, in the other, the severed head of a man. Her white tank top was stained red, her jeans black and covered in little bits of humanity. The room she stood in was washed with blood, a cooling body in pieces at her feet. She stuffed the human head in a trash bag, dropped her ax beside her, and went about collecting the other bits of Travis and stuff them in several other nearby bags.

The Goblin King was lounging on the only clean part of the faraway wall. He was immaculate; not a drop of blood on him, nor hair out of place. He watched her with a mildly amused expression, smirking as she viciously kicked what was left of Travis' leg out of her way.

Once Upon a Time, Sarah had been a good girl. Once Upon a Time, Sarah had been an innocent.

Now she was Bloody Sarah, steeped in blood, checking the last name off her death list.

Sarah, Bloody Sarah

Chapter One: The Beginning of Blood

Disclaimer: Echo the Insane in no way owns the awesomeness that is Labyrinth. She does (unfortunately) own Travis, Carl, Eli, and Mack. Echo the Insane does not own Sarah, but likes her new nick name. Echo the Insane (unfortunately) does not own the sexiness that is David Bowie, or his Labyrinth alter-ego, Jareth. Basically, I own a gang of imaginary bad guys who are all gonna die painful deaths. Yup. Thass all.

It was her last year of college and Sarah Williams couldn't have been happier. Her degree was well within her grasp, her life was pretty well on track (a great job, an even better fiance, a happy family to call on, magical friends to visit with), and she and Jack had just rented the most amazing house ever. It was small, one bedroom home, with a nice sized kitchen, a small but warm dining room/living room combo, and a great backyard; perfect for Jack to grill in and her to set up a nice patio set. Her family was proud of her, her professors adored her, and Jack loved her with all his heart.

It was summer; the best time of the year. Sarah was in shorts every day, enjoying the sun on her shoulders, taking in every moment of blissful warmth she could grasp. Her little brother Toby was staying with them for the week, sleeping on her couch and playing Jack's PlayStation til it ran hot. Toby was seven going on thirty, with bright blue eyes, dimples, and curly blond hair. He was, in Sarah's opinion, the cutest little brother ever. He was very serious when he wanted to be, and beyond goofy the rest of the time. He adored Jack, and he followed his soon-to-be big brother everywhere he went.

So when Jack told Sarah was going to take Toby fishing in their favorite spot on the river, she thought nothing of it and sent them off with a smile and kiss to both of them. That was just before noon. It was now seven at night, and she hadn't heard from Jack or Toby. Jack wasn't the sort to stay out without calling; especially not with precious cargo like Toby around. Sarah was worried, wondering what to do. She finally settled on going to look for Jack's truck, and headed out the door with her heart pounding in her throat and her palms sweating. The river was just ten minutes away, but the minutes felt like hours. She was feeling more and more frightened as she got closer, taking the secluded dirt road that lead off the main road and down to the shore a bit harder than usual. She was hardly able to swallow as she pulled up behind Jack's truck.

The gear was in the back, along with the basket full of sandwiches she had packed for them. They were untouched, sitting in the fading light, spoiling. Her heart filled with dread. It was suddenly harder to breathe, her head was dizzy. She leaned on the truck, staring at Toby's fishing pole.

She started to call out to them, but her voice died in her throat. In the nearby brush, just barely sticking out under a tree limb, was a little blue shoe; just like the one Toby had been wearing earlier that day. Sarah stumbled towards it, the world moving passed her in slow motion. It was discarded; just laying there on its side. She came up on it, staring at it, then around it. A few feet away, the other shoe lay in a similar state. She went to it, looked behind the nearby old oak tree, and suddenly she was on her knees, screaming with all her might.

The world was drenched in red. The tree was splattered with it, the leaves covered in it. Toby was there beneath the tree, naked, red with blood, laying on his stomach. His back destroyed; stabbed and chopped so much she couldn't bare to look at it, his face turned towards her. She looked into his unseeing, beautiful blue eyes and screamed some more. She couldn't move, she couldn't think, but the horror of it all got worse still. Not a stone's throw away, Jack lay in pieces; carved up into sections, his battered head sitting on the curved of his spine, his arms and legs arranged around him like a circle.

Sarah did not process any of this. All she saw was death and her loved ones in blood. She screamed and screamed until the world went dark. She was still screaming as the night fell, still screaming when the police at last drove up. A trucker up on the nearby road had pulled over to check his oil and heard her screams and called the police on his CB radio. The trucker had been by her side, trying to move her away from the gore, trying to calm her for more than fifteen minutes, but she was unaware of this. All she saw was Toby and Jack and all mess that had been them that morning.

A fine, summer day in her twenty-first year of life, Sarah Williams went mad.