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Not mine! But wouldn't it be cool if they were? evil laugh
IN FATE'S HANDS
CHAPTER 1
"Fucking bitch!" A tall and very angry looking man roared at the top of his lungs. Before him , a young woman cowered as though he were the devil himself. If one looked hard enough, they could tell that she would be a very pretty and attractive woman, if it weren't for the bruises that spotted her face, neck and arms. She quivered silently as the terrifying man went on a verbal rampage.
"Damn you, you fucking little whore! I told you that I expected dinner to be on the table by the time I got home! Where is it, bitch?"
"I—I didn't— "
"Didn't even bother to make it, did you? You've been home all fucking day and it was too much fucking trouble to throw a damn meatloaf in the oven? What the hell have you been doing all day, then?"
"I—"
"You what? I swear to God that if you don't give me the best fucking excuse in the world, you won't fucking live long enough to regret it, do you hear me?" The man grabbed her by the throat and shoved her against the wall, putting his face within inches of hers. She could smell so much alcohol on his breath that it almost made her gag.
"Well?! I said, do you hear me, little girl!"
"Yes! Please! I started cleaning out the attic—"
"Hmph! Well it's about dam time you cleaned something around this pigsty! What then? Overcome by exhaustion climbing up the ladder?"
"No! I was going through a box of things I brought over from my parent's house and I found a book…" her voice trailed off as she realized exactly how lame the excuse sounded.
The man released his stranglehold on her and sneered, "What book?"
"It's there," she pointed a quivering hand to the red book sitting on the kitchen table.
"This?" He asked, picking it up. She nodded. "So what's it about then? A thousand and one ways to ensure your husband beats the living shit out of you?"
"No, it's—"
"What then?"
"It's about goblins!" She cried out quickly, hoping that by saying the dreaded words fast she could divert some of his anger. It didn't work.
"Goblins?" He repeated, in much the same tone that someone would say, 'I've just stepped in a pile of dog shit up to my ankle.'
"Yes, goblins."
"What about goblins?" He demanded.
"It's…it's about a little girl who wishes away her baby brother, and then fights her way through a labyrinth full of traps to battle the Goblin King to get him back."
"That's it?" He roared. "You spent the entire day reading that trash?"
"But I—"
"But nothing, you good for nothing fucking little bitch of a slut! I slave away all day to bring home enough money to support us, and this is the thanks I get?" He seized her by the hair and hissed menacingly into her ear, "I'm fucking sick of it!"
He began hitting her about the face and head. With every blow, the woman became more and more frightened that would actually kill her this time. He had hit her before but…not like this.
He delivered a particularly harsh blow to her temple, and she fell to the ground, bleeding and crying. He stood over her, fuming dangerously.
"I've given up my fucking dreams for you!"
A barn owl fluttered outside the window, and landed on the branch of tree. Neither person noticed it.
"All I asked of you was that you have some fucking semi-decent food ready to eat when I came home, and you couldn't even do that! You can't fucking do anything! All you've done is read some stupid ass book about goblins! Fuck you, little girl! I'm sick of this! I'm sick of sacrificing, I'm sick of working my ass off every God damned day of my life, and most of all, I'm sick of you!" He emphasized the point by kicking her in the ribs as hard as he could.
The owl ruffled it's feathers and hooted.
"I wish I had just left you when I had the chance! I wish we had never gone through with that fucking wedding! I wish we had never started this fucking life together, if all you're going to do all day is sit around and read about stupid, fucking, imaginary goblins!"
He kicked her again, and then stood above her, not moving. She wanted to run away, but it hurt to move. She wanted to cry, but it hurt to breathe. All she could do was slowly and painfully look up into the man's stormy eyes. He glared down at her, and spoke.
"I wish the fucking Goblin King would come and take you away. Right now."
And then all hell broke loose.
Author's Note: Ta-da! Well, what did you all think? This is my first fic for the Labyrinth fandom, so please please please PLEASE tell me if you liked it! I live for reviews!