Jareth's Story
by
Delkon
Disclaimer: I own nothing from Labyrinth the movie. I don't want to own Jake Anderson, but he is my original character. I have no money, please don't sue.
The door blasted backwards off it's hinges. The figure that came through the doorway had sparks of electricity shooting off it's body. As the figure walked towards the nurses' station, a great gust of wind blew before it, scattering the serving carts, empty beds, and chairs out of it's way. The nurse sitting behind the counter of the station backed away as the figure placed it's arms on top of the counter, sparks igniting little fires all along the surface.
"Who was the last person to go into Room 423 before me?" The figure asked in a very surprisingly calm male voice.
The nurse recognized the voice as belonging to the visiting doctor that had been gone into room 423 just a few minutes earlier, but the man standing in front of her, ignoring the flames eating away at the countertop didn't look a thing like that doctor. This demon or whatever he was had thin narrow features, an aqualine nose, and a mane of bushy blonde hair that floated away from his head on all sides. The nurse, trained to keep calm during stressful situations, shakily called up the information on the floating infopad that she retrieved from where it had been blown by the wind. She found the information quickly.
"An or-or-orderly named J-Jake Anderson" She replied nervously.
The flames died away as the strange man lifted his hands off the countertop and appeared to give the nurse a quick bow before turning away and walking down the corridor. The nurse stared after him and when she could no longer see him, quickly summoned the emergency droid unit and the security guards.
As the strange man walked down the corridor, the clothes he was wearing, tattered remains of a doctor's white coat, shirt, pants, and shoes all fell off of his form, revealing a long black cape and a black highly-polished suit of medieval-looking armour in it's wake. As he reached an intersection, he frowned for a second, then turned right and kept walking.
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Jake Anderson was sitting in the staff lounge reading a book when his stomach rumbled. As he placed the book down on the table next to the couch he was on, he heard something make a pinging noise beneath him. He looked down and saw a clear glass ball sitting on the floor sitting next to a leg of the table. As he placed his hand on it, the crystal exploded in a vast display of bright light and heat.
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Jake quickly jerked back and shook his hand, which was stinging. He then found that he was no longer in the staff lounge. Instead he was sitting on a vast white floor completely surrounded by nothing but a large expanse of whiteness. Before he had time to even acknowledge that something very strange had happened to him, he felt himself picked up and slammed into something behind him. He felt the large hand around his neck as he looked down at who was holding him up. It was a strange looking man all in black with crazy features, but he barely registered them, as he had looked into the man's glowing red eyes.
"Why did you do it?!?" The man screamed at him, slamming him into whatever was behind him.
"Why...?" Jake was slammed again before he could say anything else.
"Why did I do what?" He asked before being dropped to the ground, which he now could see was made of large brown tiles.
"Why did you kill her?!? Why?!? She had days left! She wouldn't have lived out the week, but you had to go in and kill her today, didn't you?" The man angrily said before drawing his leg back and then kicking Jake hard in the chest, causing him to lift up into the air a few feet and then slam back down onto the ground.
Jake instinctively curled up into a ball, desperately trying to avoid being attacked again. The pain was intense but it brought clarity to his mind. He knew what the man was talking about. The old lady he had set free earlier that day. As he heard the man's footsteps get closer, he tried to back away, putting his hands up to ward off the stranger.
"I didn't kill her! I set her free! You said yourself she was going to die anyway! I did her a favor!" Jake yelled even as he felt the man pick him up again and slam him against the wall behind him. He felt some of his ribs crack and he couldn't help but cough up some blood, getting some on the man holding him up. He felt himself dropped back onto the ground and heard the man step away.
"You believe that, don't you? You actually thought you were doing her a favor?" The man snarled at him. "You couldn't have let her die naturally, could you? You just had to go in and 'liberate' her from her mortal prison. You disgust me! You're not even worth killing! You'll be dead before you're thirty-five anyway." The man said as he lowered himself down to meet Jake face to face.
"I'll even tell you how you die, Jake Anderson." The stranger said with a friendly-looking smile on his face. "You'll be sitting at home in a ratty bathrobe, a bottle of gin in one hand, a syringe in the other. You'll be so depressed because by the time you're thirty-five, you will have lost everything important in your life; your family, your girlfriend, your self-respect, the list is endless; that you'll inject yourself with a lethal concoction of virus-ridden nanites and synthetic poisons that will guarantee you an entry in the Guinness Book of World Records as one of the most colorful suicides in the mid-twenty-first century. But you know what will really make me happy? The fact that even though I told you all of this, you won't remember a word I said when I send you back, unharmed, to your world, and I won't have a thing to do with you killing yourself. Think about that for a moment, Jacob Rayburn Anderson."
Jake could barely think through the haze of pain he was in.
"Why? Why tell me that?" He asked, coughing up some more blood.
He flinched when the man bent back over. Jake could feel something touch his shoulder and the next instant, he was standing upright and felt no pain at all. He looked up at the stranger and saw that the man was now seated in a throne of sorts, then he found that he himself was chained and standing in a pit in front of the throne. The stranger pulled out a book from somewhere and opened it. He looked down at Jake's puzzled expression and spoke.
"Let me tell you a story, Jake, a story that you have so cruelly extended for me. It's a story that some are familiar with, and yet, it is also a story that no one has ever heard before. A story about how I became Jareth, King of the Goblins."
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by
Delkon
Disclaimer: I own nothing from Labyrinth the movie. I don't want to own Jake Anderson, but he is my original character. I have no money, please don't sue.
The door blasted backwards off it's hinges. The figure that came through the doorway had sparks of electricity shooting off it's body. As the figure walked towards the nurses' station, a great gust of wind blew before it, scattering the serving carts, empty beds, and chairs out of it's way. The nurse sitting behind the counter of the station backed away as the figure placed it's arms on top of the counter, sparks igniting little fires all along the surface.
"Who was the last person to go into Room 423 before me?" The figure asked in a very surprisingly calm male voice.
The nurse recognized the voice as belonging to the visiting doctor that had been gone into room 423 just a few minutes earlier, but the man standing in front of her, ignoring the flames eating away at the countertop didn't look a thing like that doctor. This demon or whatever he was had thin narrow features, an aqualine nose, and a mane of bushy blonde hair that floated away from his head on all sides. The nurse, trained to keep calm during stressful situations, shakily called up the information on the floating infopad that she retrieved from where it had been blown by the wind. She found the information quickly.
"An or-or-orderly named J-Jake Anderson" She replied nervously.
The flames died away as the strange man lifted his hands off the countertop and appeared to give the nurse a quick bow before turning away and walking down the corridor. The nurse stared after him and when she could no longer see him, quickly summoned the emergency droid unit and the security guards.
As the strange man walked down the corridor, the clothes he was wearing, tattered remains of a doctor's white coat, shirt, pants, and shoes all fell off of his form, revealing a long black cape and a black highly-polished suit of medieval-looking armour in it's wake. As he reached an intersection, he frowned for a second, then turned right and kept walking.
*~*~*~*
Jake Anderson was sitting in the staff lounge reading a book when his stomach rumbled. As he placed the book down on the table next to the couch he was on, he heard something make a pinging noise beneath him. He looked down and saw a clear glass ball sitting on the floor sitting next to a leg of the table. As he placed his hand on it, the crystal exploded in a vast display of bright light and heat.
*~*~*~*
Jake quickly jerked back and shook his hand, which was stinging. He then found that he was no longer in the staff lounge. Instead he was sitting on a vast white floor completely surrounded by nothing but a large expanse of whiteness. Before he had time to even acknowledge that something very strange had happened to him, he felt himself picked up and slammed into something behind him. He felt the large hand around his neck as he looked down at who was holding him up. It was a strange looking man all in black with crazy features, but he barely registered them, as he had looked into the man's glowing red eyes.
"Why did you do it?!?" The man screamed at him, slamming him into whatever was behind him.
"Why...?" Jake was slammed again before he could say anything else.
"Why did I do what?" He asked before being dropped to the ground, which he now could see was made of large brown tiles.
"Why did you kill her?!? Why?!? She had days left! She wouldn't have lived out the week, but you had to go in and kill her today, didn't you?" The man angrily said before drawing his leg back and then kicking Jake hard in the chest, causing him to lift up into the air a few feet and then slam back down onto the ground.
Jake instinctively curled up into a ball, desperately trying to avoid being attacked again. The pain was intense but it brought clarity to his mind. He knew what the man was talking about. The old lady he had set free earlier that day. As he heard the man's footsteps get closer, he tried to back away, putting his hands up to ward off the stranger.
"I didn't kill her! I set her free! You said yourself she was going to die anyway! I did her a favor!" Jake yelled even as he felt the man pick him up again and slam him against the wall behind him. He felt some of his ribs crack and he couldn't help but cough up some blood, getting some on the man holding him up. He felt himself dropped back onto the ground and heard the man step away.
"You believe that, don't you? You actually thought you were doing her a favor?" The man snarled at him. "You couldn't have let her die naturally, could you? You just had to go in and 'liberate' her from her mortal prison. You disgust me! You're not even worth killing! You'll be dead before you're thirty-five anyway." The man said as he lowered himself down to meet Jake face to face.
"I'll even tell you how you die, Jake Anderson." The stranger said with a friendly-looking smile on his face. "You'll be sitting at home in a ratty bathrobe, a bottle of gin in one hand, a syringe in the other. You'll be so depressed because by the time you're thirty-five, you will have lost everything important in your life; your family, your girlfriend, your self-respect, the list is endless; that you'll inject yourself with a lethal concoction of virus-ridden nanites and synthetic poisons that will guarantee you an entry in the Guinness Book of World Records as one of the most colorful suicides in the mid-twenty-first century. But you know what will really make me happy? The fact that even though I told you all of this, you won't remember a word I said when I send you back, unharmed, to your world, and I won't have a thing to do with you killing yourself. Think about that for a moment, Jacob Rayburn Anderson."
Jake could barely think through the haze of pain he was in.
"Why? Why tell me that?" He asked, coughing up some more blood.
He flinched when the man bent back over. Jake could feel something touch his shoulder and the next instant, he was standing upright and felt no pain at all. He looked up at the stranger and saw that the man was now seated in a throne of sorts, then he found that he himself was chained and standing in a pit in front of the throne. The stranger pulled out a book from somewhere and opened it. He looked down at Jake's puzzled expression and spoke.
"Let me tell you a story, Jake, a story that you have so cruelly extended for me. It's a story that some are familiar with, and yet, it is also a story that no one has ever heard before. A story about how I became Jareth, King of the Goblins."
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