Chapter 1: Beautiful But Deadly
Dark eyes scanned the surrounding town, from atop a building. The wind blew gently, blowing the fairly tall man's hair, back from his face. From behind, two other men walked up, holding a blonde haired man between them.
"Boss, if we may?" one of them asked, his voice high pitched.
"Yes." the man said, turning around.
The man had a deep voice, and almost black eyes. His hair was a dirty blonde color, and his body was well built. The two men held the demon between them tightly, even though he wasn't fighting to get way. Instead, he was actually almost unconscious.
"What's this?" the man asked.
"We found him trying to escape again." the other man said.
His voice wasn't as deep as his boss's, nor was it as high as his companions. The leader shook his head and clicked his tongue, a smirk playing on his lips.
"Jareth, Jareth, Jareth. When are you going to learn, you can't get away from me?" he asked, walking over to them.
Jareth, the almost unconscious one, weakly lifted his head and looked up at him with his stormy gray eyes.
"I'm tired of working for you, Gerard. I'm tired of hurting innocent demons and people who have done nothing to me." he said, his voice deep, but yet weak.
"Jareth, that's your job. Have you forgotten? You were left to me by your own mother. You belong here." the one called Gerard said.
"No I don't." Jareth said, dropping his head.
"You know…you're right. You don't belong anywhere except in hell." Gerard said, looking him over.
He spotted two, very fresh, very deep wounds on each of Jareth's sides, and raised an eyebrow.
"What happened to you, boy?" he asked.
Jareth didn't reply, nor did he look back up.
"He got into it with one of the Reapers." the high pitched man said.
"Oh really?" Gerard asked. "That'll learn you." he added, shaking his head.
"What shall we do with him?" the deeper voiced man asked.
"Take him to the woods…and get rid of him. He's not going to make it anyway, with cuts that deep." Gerard replied, turning away.
"Yes Boss." the two men said together, and turned, dragging Jareth away.
Gerard looked over his shoulders at them as they left, and noticed that the marks from Jareth's sides continued up his back, and made a three lined X across his back. Blood was running freely down his back, turning the whole surface crimson. Smiling and shaking his head, Gerard turned back and looked down on the city once again.
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Once in the woods, Gerard's two goons threw Jareth on the ground. Jareth just lay perfectly still, unconscious from blood loss and lack of energy. One of the goons produced a long dagger from his belt loop, when the other's phone rang.
"Boss?" the deeper voiced goon asked.
"I've changed my mind. Don't kill the boy. Take him to our hide out and fix him up. He may come in handy still." Gerard said.
"Yes Boss." the man said, and Gerard hung up.
Closing his phone, the goon dropped it into his pocket and looked at his companion.
"Boss says not to kill him. He still may be of use." he said.
"What do we do with him?" the other asked.
"Boss says take him to the hide out and fix him up." the deep voiced goon replied.
"Alright." the other said, putting the dagger away. "Come on Jareth, lets move." he said, bending over to grab him.
Jareth didn't move or respond. Suddenly, vines shot up from the ground and coiled themselves around the two goons legs. Yelping and trying to get away, the two goons jumped back, only to have massive thorns dig deep into their legs. Jareth laughed coldly and gently got to his feet.
"What's the matter boys? It's only a rose vine." he asked, as a separate vine grew up beside him, producing a beautiful red rose.
"Let us go!" one goon cried.
"Now why would I do a thing like that?" Jareth asked, as a orb appeared next to him. "Hello Bam." he said, looking over at the orb.
The small orb squeaked and bounced happily in the air. Jareth smiled and looked back at the two struggling goons.
"I think I'll leave you here for the crows to pick at." he said, turning away.
"Don't leave us to die!" the deeper voiced goon cried.
"You're going to die anyway." Jareth said, looking back at him.
"What?" they both asked together.
"That's a poisonous Rose Vine. The thorns are filled with venom and once the skins is broken, your fucked, so to speak." Jareth said, smirking.
The two men stood speechless, staring at him as he left.
"Nice knowing you." Jareth called, waving over his shoulder.
"Jareth! Come back! Call off your plant!" one of the men called after him.
Jareth ignored them and kept walking. The two men struggled to get free, but the more they struggled, the deeper the massive thorns dug into their legs. The vines slowly started wrapping up their bodies, constricting tightly as they went. The two men soon found themselves gasping for air, but as they did, the vines crawled into their mouths, and slid down their throats, beginning to suffocate them. Once the vines had descended down their throats as far as they wanted to go, they stopped. The men were still breathing, but barely. Suddenly, a retractable, massive thorn, swiftly sprouted, piercing through the side of the men's throats, killing them instantly. The rose vines slowly retracted themselves, disappearing back into the ground as they went. The dead men toppled forward, falling face first at the base of the beautiful red, but deadly, rose that had formed earlier.
A/n: Well, its short i know, and i'm sorry, but this is the start off of a new story! so i hope you enjoyed it, even though it was so short :). More to come, so stay tuned! Review for me! LaterZ!
Shout Out
To Abi. :) here we go again lol