Hello! New story, yes. I'm not giving up on Dreamseer, I promise, I'm just running a little behind on posting and I'm hoping you all will be satisfied with this for a little while, while I try to get Dreamseer rolling again. Fingers crossed.
Thanks to tmwillson3 for being my fabulous BETA as ever. Go check her out if you have some time.
Basic Disclaimer (as always): No I don't own Labyrinth. I don't even own a DVD of it. No I don't own the characters. Yes there is a brief reference to Land Before Time in here, but c'mon, can you blame me?! I grew up on it! I don't own that character either. Happy readings!
Also, this story was rated M right off the bat, so you have been warned. There's some major violence and cursing in here.
"Sarah, would you put Toby to bed, please?" Irene called from the kitchen.
It was 8 o'clock on a typical Tuesday night at the Williams home. Irene was busy cleaning up after dinner. Four-year-old Toby was playing with his favorite dinosaur toys with Lancelot sitting in his lap in the living room. Robert was watching the news.
Sarah had been reading a book of old Irish tales for school.
"Sure," Sarah called back. With practiced ease, the girl scooped up Toby, Lancelot, and his T-Rex, Chomper, and put them on her hip. "Time for bed, kiddo."
"But I'm not tired!" Toby whined back. Holding up Chomper as though to bribe her, the boy asked, "Play with me?"
"Tomorrow," Sarah insisted. "Mom says it's time for bed."
Toby made a whiney noise to show his displeasure, but buried his head in his big sister's shoulder rather than fight the inevitable.
Sarah chuckled and carried the unhappy boy up the stairs to his bedroom with little to no trouble.
As Sarah reached for the door, Toby had the ingenious idea to suddenly go limp, only keeping his hands tight to hold onto Lancelot and Chomper. Barely missing a beat, Sarah hoisted Toby up and over her shoulder while he squealed in surprise before opening the door and rushing to his bed to drop him unceremoniously upon it.
Toby glared at Sarah as she turned to Toby's dresser and pulled out a pair of green pajamas with classic monsters littered all over them.
With Toby grumbling and subtly resisting the whole time, Sarah helped the boy into his pajamas before walking him to the bathroom to brush his teeth. To encourage him, Sarah brushed her own teeth.
As soon as they were done, Sarah started to walk Toby back to his bedroom when a voice rang through the house and sent a chill down her spine.
"SARAH!"
Quickly, Sarah put her hand over Toby's mouth and moved silently through the hall to her bedroom. She couldn't risk him getting hurt.
He can't be here, Sarah thought desperately. He can't be here. I thought I was rid of him!
"Sarah, get down here right now or the old bitch gets hurt! Do you hear me?! SARAH!"
Toby's eyes were wide, practically bursting out of his skull, but Sarah gave Toby one final push and whispered, "I'll be back as soon as I can, don't leave this room and call Hoggle."
Quietly, Sarah snuck down the stairs, carefully looking around, watching carefully for him.
How did he even get into the house?! Sarah thought desperately, trying not to breath heavily.
"I can hear you, Sarah, dear," the man's voice sneered from Sarah's left. "I'm in the kitchen. Get in here before I slit her throat."
Mustering her courage, Sarah straightened her back and entered the kitchen as ordered.
At the table sat a blond man with insane blue eyes. He wore jeans, a t-shirt, and was covered in blood while he held a knife to Irene's throat. To the left, Robert lay in pool of his own blood, his eyes open and glazed over in death.
Sarah bit back a scream and tears at the sight of her father, forcing herself to meet his killer's eyes.
"Sarah, Sarah, Sarah," The man said, tsking softly. "You see what you make me do?"
"I didn't do this, Michael," said Sarah, trying to keep her voice steady. "You can't blame me for this."
"BUT YOU DID!" Michael screamed, holding the knife more tightly against Irene's neck, drawing a small sob of fear to burst from her throat.
Immediately, Michael calmed and smiled.
"You left me, Sarah," he said slowly. "You did that. You forced me to take action. You're mine. You can't leave me."
Sarah met Irene's eyes.
The elder woman was scared, but the two of them had an understanding. There were secrets that they shared that had never been spoken to anyone else. Irene's eyes were telling her to fight, to run, to protect Toby at all costs, even if she was terrified herself.
"LOOK AT ME!" Michael screamed again, causing Sarah to jump. "Do you understand what I'm telling you, my dear?! Unless you stay with me forever, I'll kill everyone you've ever loved!"
Sarah hesitated, then asked, "And if I do stay with you?"
"I'll only kill the men you're close to," Michael said, a smile splitting his face. "That includes little Toby."
A moment later, Irene sunk her teeth into the deranged man's arm.
"RUN! SARAH RUN!" She screamed.
Without a second thought, Sarah turned and bolted for the stairs. She heard Michael scream and the sound of metal striking flesh, but she didn't turn back. Sarah knew that she had to protect Toby and Irene agreed. And now there was only one way to get away.
Sarah made it to the top of the stairs before she felt Michael's hand on her ankle and she fell face-first onto the floor.
Still screaming, Michael pulled Sarah towards him as she kicked wildly with her free foot.
"Toby! Call Hoggle!" Sarah screamed, her foot managing to connect to Michael's face as the knife cut into her leg a little. "Do it now!"
Michael was disoriented from the kick, so Sarah kicked him in the face once more, causing him to fall down the stairs while she scrambled towards her bedroom.
As soon as she was past the door, Sarah slammed it shut and propped it shut with her desk chair.
Looking around the room, she saw Toby trembling next to the mirror.
Quickly, Sarah scooped Toby up onto the vanity and called into the mirror, "Hoggle, I need you!"
The doorknob twisted and a harsh bang followed.
"Sarah!" Hoggle's face appeared in the mirror. "I haven't seen ye' since–"
"YOU FUCKING WHORE!" Michael's voice resonated through the door. "YOU ALREADY HAVE ANOTHER MAN!"
"Hoggle, you have to get Toby out of here!" Sarah explained quickly. "Please! He's going to kill us!"
As soon as the words were spoken, Hoggle stepped onto the vanity, knocking off whatever objects were left on the surface.
Gently, Hoggle took Toby's hand.
"Alright, lad," He told the boy as calm as he could. "This is gonna feel a bit funny."
Michael made another blow at the door.
"LET ME IN YOU WHORE! I'M GOING TO KILL YOUR BOYFRIEND, THEN TOBY, THEN YOU!"
Hoggle guided Toby through the mirror and came back a second later, holding out his hand to Sarah.
Michael struck the door one more time with such force that the legs of the chair snapped, causing it to fall uselessly to the side.
The deranged man's eyes met Sarah's for a moment before his eyes shifted to Hoggle and widened. While he paused, filled with confusion, possibly fear, the dwarf pulled Sarah through the mirror with one rough jerk.
Sarah felt her heart beating hard in her chest and numbness in her limbs, but she could feel wind rushing past her face like she was falling. When she landed on the other side of the mirror, Sarah shot up to her feet before she even realized that she had been on the ground and immediately found Toby, sitting on the ground, crying.
She rushed forward and scooped Toby up into her arms and started to cry with him.
Hoggle's small house was quiet except for the sounds of Toby's sobs and Sarah's soft sniffling. They were the only sounds for a few minutes.
"Sarah, yer bleeding," Hoggle said softly, using one of his leathery hands to touch her arm.
Sarah nodded meekly, allowing Hoggle to guide her to the small couch nearby and sat obediently while he bandaged the cut on her leg.
Once she was patched up, Hoggle guided her to a bed – she didn't question whose it was – and told her to get some rest. They would talk in the morning.
So Sarah found herself lying in bed with Toby curled up at her side, an orphan, in the Underground, and not sure what was going to happen to her. She had escaped her psychotic ex-boyfriend with her life by seconds and it was no small miracle that she and Toby were as unharmed as they were.
Sarah spent most of the night just staring at Toby. He was in front of her, safe, breathing. She was afraid she was going to fall asleep and wake up with Toby dead. But sleep still took her and when she woke up, he was still alive.
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Hey! Again, I'm not giving up on Dreamseer! I'm working hard, I swear, it's just going to take a little while.
That being said, I've been working on this story on the side from time to time when I've gotten frustrated or blocked really bad. I really like this story and I hope you like it too. What are your thoughts? Would you like to see more?
Also, because Dreamseer is my priority, I'm not going to be posting and writing this one as often or frequently. But at least the chapters are longer! *laughs awkwardly*
Anyways, if you would like to see more, let me know. I have through chapter six written and chapter seven is nearly finished.
