*Hello all Labryinth fans, like the summery says this story gives an
alternate version of events followings Sarah's choice with the helping
hands. Reviews are welcome, enjoy*
"Which way do you want to go?" "Up or Down?"
"Well," Sarah looked below her into the dark shaft filled with the helping hands. "Since I'm pointed in that direction, I guess I'll go down."
"Down?!" "She Choose Down?!"
"Was that wrong?" asked a now concerned Sarah.
"Too late now!"
The helping hands released their grip on the girl, and she fell into the black expanse below her....Sarah landed with a sickening crack on the stone floor of the underground cell. Her world faded to black as blood immediately began oozing from her head, pooling in her raven hair..
"She's in an oubliette," spoke Jareth. "She should have given up by now," he thought. His goblins skulked around their king, not really listening; their main concern was the fresh keg of ale that was about to be taped. Jareth's lips curled into a smirk, knowing the only way out of that oubliette would take Sarah back to the begging of the Labyrinth. The Goblin King stared into his crystal wanting to watch the frustration he was causing her, but instead of the images he longed for, he found instead a fragmented image. He knew instantly something must be seriously wrong. "Watch the child!" Jareth barked to a goblin that was fumbling around Toby. "If I find even one hair on his head out of place when I return, I will dip you in the Bog of Eternal Stench myself!" With these words of encouragement, Jareth traveled to the oubliette by way of his crystal.
Immediately he knew Sarah was hurt, he could smell the scent of blood lingering in the air. With a toss of the crystal the oubliette was drenched in a warm light. He stood over the girls' still body, so very still.
"Stupid little girl." Jareth whispered. But his voice echoed in the small cell. "stupid little girl, stupid little girl, little girl, little girl, little girl, little girl."
"Which way do you want to go?" "Up or Down?"
"Well," Sarah looked below her into the dark shaft filled with the helping hands. "Since I'm pointed in that direction, I guess I'll go down."
"Down?!" "She Choose Down?!"
"Was that wrong?" asked a now concerned Sarah.
"Too late now!"
The helping hands released their grip on the girl, and she fell into the black expanse below her....Sarah landed with a sickening crack on the stone floor of the underground cell. Her world faded to black as blood immediately began oozing from her head, pooling in her raven hair..
"She's in an oubliette," spoke Jareth. "She should have given up by now," he thought. His goblins skulked around their king, not really listening; their main concern was the fresh keg of ale that was about to be taped. Jareth's lips curled into a smirk, knowing the only way out of that oubliette would take Sarah back to the begging of the Labyrinth. The Goblin King stared into his crystal wanting to watch the frustration he was causing her, but instead of the images he longed for, he found instead a fragmented image. He knew instantly something must be seriously wrong. "Watch the child!" Jareth barked to a goblin that was fumbling around Toby. "If I find even one hair on his head out of place when I return, I will dip you in the Bog of Eternal Stench myself!" With these words of encouragement, Jareth traveled to the oubliette by way of his crystal.
Immediately he knew Sarah was hurt, he could smell the scent of blood lingering in the air. With a toss of the crystal the oubliette was drenched in a warm light. He stood over the girls' still body, so very still.
"Stupid little girl." Jareth whispered. But his voice echoed in the small cell. "stupid little girl, stupid little girl, little girl, little girl, little girl, little girl."