Summary: Three years after defeating the Labyrinth, Sarah utters one phrase that will change her life forever. "I wish the Goblin King would come and take me away, right now." J/S
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"Okay guys I'm leaving now!" Sarah yelled to her drunken friends over the loud music. Normally Sarah wouldn't even consider going to a party like this, a bunch of teenagers staggering around too drunk to understand themselves, let alone her. But it was Halloween, and this one time she couldn't say no. Now, however, she just wanted to leave. It was getting close to her curfew and she decided that she wasn't going to push her luck with her parents.
"What?! Why would you want to leave?!" her friend Emily asked, walking with Sarah to the front door. After the two had made it to the porch of the house and shut the door they were able to talk to each other without any interruptions from the drunken guests or the blasting music.
"I have to go home." Sarah explained. 'I want to go home'. She thought to herself.
"But it's only 11:30!" Emily laughed at Sarah "Well, whatever! How are you getting back?"
"I'm walking, I don't live far from here." Sarah looked at her half sober friend, who obviously thought she was crazy.
"Well, be careful you don't know what kind of bozo's are on the prowl tonight." Emily beamed as she opened the door to re enter the party, "See you later!" The door slammed shut as Sarah walked down the crooked steps of the porch and through the white picket gate of whoever's house this was. She didn't really have to know, her friends took her there.
As Sarah sauntered down the street inhaling the chilly night air she thought of how much she loved Halloween. It was the only time where she could dress up in her costumes without anyone calling her childish or crazy. However, unlike most of her friends Sarah hadn't taken the opportunity to wear the skimpiest pink pleather outfit she could but was dressed in a long cream-colored dress with long bell sleeves and a set of ocean blue fairy wings she had made for herself.
The night was chilly and dark. It had been raining for the past few weeks so the grass was muddy and the streets were wet, the air smelled fresh. Sarah looked around the dark streets making sure it was safe to cross. 'I'll take the short cut,' she thought to herself as she entered her favorite park. She loved this park; it had been the center of so many of her imaginative adventures. She would slay dragons here as a daring knight, she could be the courageous princess fighting an evil king. It was the source of so much imaginative fun. Uneasiness spread over Sarah's consciousness as she walked through the park. She got the feeling that something was wrong, that something was watching her. It was a knot in her stomach that told her she had to get home quickly. She glanced behind her, taking quicker steps. 'Something isn't right,'Sarah thought to herself. It was too quiet outside and everything was eerily still. Sarah quickly made her way across the stone bridge almost jogging, her waist length hair whipping back and forth. Peeking back again she saw two men running towards her They were dressed in black and Sarah was sure they were not on an evening jog. 'Oh no,'Sarah ran as fast as she could. This wasn't something that couldn't happen to her, it just couldn't.
It was hard running through the soggy grass in her dress, she had pulled the skirt up as far as she could, revealing the jeans she wore underneath, but there was still no way to outrun them. It didn't take long for the men to catch up to her. It was dark and she couldn't see their faces but they were large brutish.
"Grab her!" One of them yelled. Sarah felt a large hand grab her arm, she screamed as loud as she could twisting her body away and falling to the ground.
"Help!" she yelled, "Somebody help!" she managed to get up but it was no use. Both of the men blocked her path. The last thing the remembered was a large fist hitting the side of her head and blood trickling down her face. Everything went dark.
Sarah looked around at the pitch-black nothingness. She couldn't be sure if she was standing or floating. Was she dreaming? It was frightening to her. She felt vulnerable. She felt cold and damp.
"Help" she said. It was hard to speak. She became disoriented thrashing through the cold darkness for a lifeline, for anything or anyone. Then, suddenly, out of nowhere a voice called to her.
"Sarah" it beckoned. It was warm and soft, but somehow at the same time cool and demanding.
"Sarah" The voice was getting closer. It was melodic and enchanting. She recognized the voice, but from where? Desperately Sarah looked around.
"I'm over here!" She called. She knew the voice from the labyrinth, the Goblin King. Sarah remembered him vividly. His cool frightening demeanor and his cruel eyes. Suddenly she was fifteen again and standing before the Goblin King, before Jareth, in their final moments together.
"Fear me, love me, do as I say, and I will be your slave." She was hearing those words again, they haunted her dreams. She wanted to call out his name, but the words that came out of her mouth were not the one's that she willed.
"You have no power over me." She started falling, falling into the cold and damp darkness of before.
Sarah slowly opened her eyes. 'Where am I?' She rolled over onto her side. She felt so sore, there were bruises up and down her legs and arms, she felt like she was caked in blood and her head ached so badly. It was cold and dark, she couldn't see anything, her hands were tied behind her back, and she felt a gag in her mouth. 'How did I get here?' She remembered leaving the party and walking through the park. Suddenly the cold realization of what happened hit her. Abducted. She had to get out. She felt around what appeared to be a car trunk and started kicking. Suddenly the engine of the car revved up and started moving.
'Help,'she thought to herself. 'Anyone...'
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Jareth took one of his crystals twirling it around, willing it to let him look at his latest catch. Another teenage girl who had mistakenly wished her brother away to the goblins. He was bored. This one had only a few minutes left on the clock and was sitting in an oubliette sobbing and quickly getting nowhere. "Oh, someone go and get her out." Jareth said waving his hand toward a small bat-like goblin in the corner. He was annoyed that so many humans gave up so quickly. "So many of these humans lack the will to defeat the labyrinth," he commented. 'Except for one. Except for Sarah.'He was infuriated just thinking about her. Infuriated by her will and her power over him. Infuriated by how she had rejected his offer to be queen. He was angry, yes, but still very much in love, and he knew it. The years that had passed without Sarah forced his love for her into a twisted and aching corner of his heart.
"Damn." Jareth cursed. "Leave. All of you." he ordered the goblins. He needed to be alone. Lately he had been thinking about her. He left his throne and sat at the window, gazing out at the dark underground sky. This window was where he had watched her struggle with the labyrinth. Where, through a poisoned peach and a masquerade, he gave her a glimpse of what her world would be like if she chose to stay. He remembered her innocent glances, the fire and determination in her eyes. The only one who had defied him, who had resisted him. The only one who had defeated him, consuming his body and soul. She was the only one he was willing to take for a queen, and she rejected him. In his heart Jareth knew that one day he would have to take a queen whether it was Sarah or not. Ultimately it was the choice of his parents, rulers of the entire Underground. The thought of ever having to marry someone simply to produce an heir sent shivers up his spine. 'Patience is the key" he thought. It almost hurt him to think about ever having to marry, to spend eternity, with anyone else. Then another thought came to him, 'What if she has someone else? What if she is already in love with someone else?' He was sick even thinking about it.
Jareth sighed, leaning against the window. "I think," he said to himself "it's time to check up on dear Sarah." He pulled a crystal out of the air, resolving to see how she was doing. To see what her life in the human world was like. Maybe there was a way to bring her back. 'By tricking her,'he thought wickedly, 'making her say the words.' This was by no means the first time he had watched her after she left. For two years it was all he could do. He watched her day after day, growing up, becoming a beautiful woman. It wasn't until the third year of her absence that he forced himself to stop invading her personal space. Jareth looked into the crystal peering into her now unfamiliar life, and was appalled by what he saw.
There was only one way to describe what had struck the Goblin Kings heart: fear. He watched as Sarah was dragged from the trunk of a car, limp and obviously beaten. He saw her meekly trying to move.
"Hey, take her this way. Quickly!" One of the men slung Sarah over his shoulder.
"No..." Jareth looked into the crystal, he couldn't believe what was happening to his Sarah. But there was nothing he could do, since she had defeated the labyrinth he had no power over her. He could only watch this event unfold. He could not interfere and he knew she wouldn't say the right words.
The men carelessly dropped her in the cellar of an old house; tying her hands to one of old rotting support beams. There was a blazing fluorescent light above her that seemed blindingly bright. Sarah knew what they would do to her, she read about it in the newspapers. Raped, killed. Another absolutely helpless girl mauled by some unknown man. She didn't want to think about it, but unfortunately it was her reality. Her lips were pale and chapped. The dried mud on her dress was heavy and it made it hard for her to move, but somehow she found the energy to kick and scream some more. If only she could keep them away from her until help came. 'What if help doesn't come?' the question lingered in her mind. The two men hovered over her body laughing hysterically at her screams of rage and terror.
"You can go first." One of the men said. The blows to her body seemed to arrive in slow motion, the pain felt so unreal. One of the men left; the other hit her ferociously, laughing as she released weakening howls of pain. She felt so numb now; it was almost like a dream. She was sure she had broken at least a few ribs and judging from the growing pain on the side of her head she probably had a concussion. Through swollen eyes she watched as the man slowly lifted her skirt up off her legs, pushing it onto her waist. She watched as he unbuttoned his pants and slowly lowered himself onto her feeling her hips and curves lustfully, laughing and chuckling the whole while.
Jareth watched as the one thing that he truly loved was about to be defiled. She was already so broken physically that she no longer had the will to fight back. His cool demeanor had dissolved. He clenched his fists tightly tears of anger sliding down his face. Why had he waited so long to watch her? Why was he helpless to save her? His heart was trying to break out of his chest. He tried to yell at her "Say the words Sarah!" he gritted his teeth. Why did he not have power over her now? If only she had accepted his offer. He would have cherished her and kept her so close, so safe. His hands clenched tighter, but then something happened that he did not expect.
Sarah was in a dreamy state as this heavy many lowered himself on top of her gleefully. The thought came out of nowhere. It was from a very vivid dream she had long ago. Was it a dream? She couldn't remember right now. It was back when she had wished Toby away. 'Away to who?' she thought. The man forced her legs open with his hands.
"Goblin King! Goblin King! Wherever you may be, take this child of mine far away from me!"
"No... Say the right words Sarah!"
Was there a voice calling her? "What are the right words?" Sarah whispered back weakly. Jareth heard her whisper and it made his heart jump. Did she hear him? Did she remember? It did not matter if she remembered now. If she would only say the right words he would make them pay, he would kill them brutally, tear them limb from limb and whisk her safely away to his castle.
Making her final struggle against the brutish man on top of her Sarah remembered. "I wish the Goblin King would come and take me away." she paused catching her breath "Right now."
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AN: Well this is my first time dabbling in creative writing in over four years so it's most likely very average for a fan-fiction. Constructive criticism is welcome.