A/N: I can have funny chapters or sad chapters, it depends. Please don't be surprised if the whole writing genre off this story changes. I wanted it to be funny in the beginning but the plot is changing now, but I'll still add humor of course!
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Some kind of musky, spice sent filled the air in her room as her eyes began to flutter open. It seemed kind of icky; it was way too strong and was everywhere.
Hold up one minute. Since when do I have spicy cologne in my room? Since when do I have cologne at all? Maybe it's Ludo. Nah. He smells funny. Didymus and Hoggle don't smell much....wait...hold up...I know that smell! It's...
She blinked her eyes open quickly, grabbing at the dolls and stuffed animals surrounding her. Now don't get me wrong, she wanted to purge herself of unreality, but the dolls were too darn cute and adorable to get rid of. She grabbed Lily-doll, one with a porcelain face, hands and feet and grasped it steadily in her hand.
Pretending to be asleep still, and making a rather unattractive snort as she rolled over she opened her eyes the tiniest bit to see if he was in her room. And he was. Damnit. Why?
He lounged like a cat ready to spring in the chair at her desk just staring. Staring at her like a bear would stare at honey. His eyes were wide, and a look of predatory nature was in them.
A mental snort rang in her head. So now I am his prey? Or am I just a tasty bit of fleshy goodness?
She let out a smirk. Her bed clothing could feel her tension and began to speak rapidly to themselves. The sheets on one hand were thinking, she wouldn't throw it. But the comforter made a good point. Jareth was in her room and invading her privacy. The sheets huffed a bit but held an air of the, they-bested-me-again.
Sarah, feeling like a cat about to spring on its predator and getting it killed, was happy. Happy about the fact she (definite might, would she liked to hope) would nail Jareth in the head with he doll. Then again, the comforter thought maybe she would get herself magiced to hell. Not my problem is it? It murmured to the sheets that were still in the prissy mode.
Sarah sat up quickly, throwing the doll at the same time. She heard no jingle of bells and that was as good as hearing no heartbeat when you are shot, which was a faintly good thing. Maybe she wouldn't be magiced to hell.
"Get out." She growled. "Out of here now Jareth. Do you see me stalking you and watching you sleep?" patient, tense, nerve wracking silence. Answer. "No. You don't. Get out!"
Jareth blinked in surprise. Even his tunic was surprised. Yes tunic. No poet's shirt today or leather pants. Now having been Jareth's tunic for all but a day or so it had already absorbed some of Jareth's magic. It was well aware of how acute his senses were.
Sarah smiled her smile of satisfaction. It was a grim smile, for she had mastered many smiles, and was one of her creepiest yet. Well save for the smile with teeth. That was a very deranged smile. We won't get into that now. There is a story to tell here.
Now Sarah of course was just as surprised as Jareth was when she had hit him. She had the worst aim in the world. If she were to throw a softball at a parked eighteen wheeler, she would miss. Yes, she would definitely miss.
Now Jareth, being the man he is, raised an eyebrow at the nightdress Sarah was wearing. It was very womanly. Instead of the frilly long lacy night dresses he expected this was a very showy outfit. It was a very soft looking purple satin and came up to her mid thighs, and spaghetti straps held it in place.
Noticing his look with a bemused smile inwardly, her eyes flamed anger. "Out. Now. Before. I. Hurt. You." Each word was perfectly separated by seething anger, and as for the tunic it wanted to be gone. Something was stirring in Sarah.
"And what is going to make me leave? Hm?" he mused, his mismatched eyes dancing. Now don't get me wrong, Jareth was as angry as a rabid Chihuahua, but he didn't let it show. Behind those eyes lay a coiled snake ready to spring, but his oh so lovely love for our fair Sarah drown the snake to the depths of hell.
Now being Sarah and not realizing that the Labyrinth was entirely magical, was working up the magic she had gained. Spending thirteen hours in a crazy psycho magic labyrinth is not good for one's normalness. It adds an extra something and for every person out there it's different. (Well maybe except for the fashion deprived. They always get a sense of style from the Labyrinth, even when they lost. They were some of the best dressed out there.)
Sarah, of course being the practical person she is (Snorts of laughter from everyone) pictured the Goblin King's hair in a blazing fire for no apparent reason, like when you are angry and yelling at the angeree you begin to imagine them hanging upside down by their underwear painted blue. Alright, maybe that isn't funny to you but it is to some of us.
And it happened.
Wait!
Sarah stared in wonderment. Maybe her anger had directed laser beams at him and his hair was the only flammable object, for all the hair spray holding it was explosive in itself.
Jareth swore and disappeared. Very colorful language coming from the king of Goblins there.
Point to...Sarah!
Brushing off the small encounter Sarah began to get dressed. She threw on a pair of jeans and a white tee. Brushing her hair back she sniffed and bounded down the stairs, knowing that they only went one way and would not move.
He parents stood there staring at her. They knew something was wrong, but they were very realistic people. You could wave a fairy in front of their faces and they would say, "Look at the bird dear." And walk away.
It was not just that she was wearing jeans. Sarah was known for only wearing jeans for them, besides the breeches she had bought, were the only thing to go with her tunics, poet's shirts and other artistic items.
It was more of the fact she was not wearing said items. No lace or frills or even rope. Sarah was known for her shirts, and the school had banned not only her dresses, but also her skirts and breeches. They had officially banned them.
Now in the rigid environment of high school, groups and stereotypes were developed. There were many and because of her dress Sarah fit into two of these. The 'Artists" group or the 'Goth' group for the clothes she wore. No she didn't wear only black but she did like darker colors. That's just kind of depressing, or so she thought about Goths.
Now being parents and very practical ones at that they stopped and stared for a moment and using the centuries old term for that one decade in life when human's stupid actions get blamed on....
Teenagers. They both thought and shook their heads. They remembered their teenage days when they.... No reminiscing! Screamed their minds. It's a sign of old age! They inwardly cringed, they were not old! When they were kids they wrote on stone tablets!
Sarah kept to herself, even now. She was changed outwardly, but inside she was all the same. Her heart felt lonely and her soul knew no one. But for Sarah, this was life. She laughed when her friend said she would grow up alone, but felt hurt.
Now Sarah, being determined as she was had purged herself of unreality. On the outside at least. School had changed for her, and had become so much easier. People would help her now. They accepted her.
My worst nightmare. She thought in her head.
The morning Sarah apparently set the Goblin King's hair on fire was the last time she saw him for years. It scared her and left her feeling alone, but she locked everything away until she forgot.
"Stupid teachers. Stupid homework. Stupid school. Margery why is it we have got to continue our existence in the otherworldly hell called school?" murmured Sarah to her Friend Margery.
In the brief three years since her fifteenth birthday Toby had become a wanton child, but was still loved. Sarah's father and step mother had become even closer, and Sarah's real mother had died of cancer.
Brenna Williams had been a beautiful actress, loved for her roles. Her hair was raven black and her eyes honey gold. It seemed to Sarah she was perfect. In reality she wasn't.
They sat down for lunch, at a table of their own. Sarah had always brought her lunch, for she thought her food would be the only to satiate her hunger. Margery also brought her own food, but that was because she didn't want to go wait in lines.
"Look it's Eric!" whispered Sarah, her face turning bright red. Eric nodded at her and sat down on the other side of the cafeteria.
"How beautiful does the sun shine on your pallid face oh King of my heart!" Sarah said as he sat. Margery began to laugh. "Rise up and meet the eyes of a begotten lover!"
Taking the long roll out of her bag, Margie began to beat Sarah with it. Sarah tried to swat her away, to no avail. Margie only continued to beat her with it until the poetic stylings of Sarah stopped, and they were both red faced with laughter.
"I shall smite thee! For you have offended me with a roll!"
"No oh great and mighty Goddess of light and power, give your mercy to me. I spared you your own death of terrible poetry!" laughed the red-head.
"You inflict warfare among me with a weapon and then you insult my poetry! Be silent mortal as I ponder your punishment!" ordered Sarah, trying so hard to hide her laughter.
"Please oh great and mighty one spare me!"
"Silence!"
Sarah sat there in silent laughter as Margie sat and looked at her with dancing eyes. Finally Sarah smiled maliciously and pulled out her roll.
"A duel to the death!" she cried. Sarah jumped up and brandished her sword fiercely in her hands. The roll looked as offensive as a puppy. "On guard!" she said.
"Touché!" cried Margie as she stood up brandishing her own roll-sword.
They danced across the cafeteria, drawing glances and laughs from the crowd of teachers and students. Finally Sarah stabbed Marge under her arm in defeat. Grasping the sword under her arm, Marge fell to the ground.
"The mighty goddess has slain me! Oh woe is me as I die a valiant death! Take me away now black god, for it is my time. And I die, and die, and die, and die! And die!" She kept repeating it until she fell to the ground when Sarah pushed her with her foot, and began to laugh hysterically.
Well she tried to purge her life of unreality. It just wasn't happening!
That was the understatement of the year.
The Goblin King laughed as he watched the scene unfold in the tiny crystal ball in front of him. Sarah had not worn that ugly shirt of hers, nor had she purged herself totally. She just didn't want to unlock her past.
Cries and colorful strings of curses carried through the windows of the palace. The labyrinth is rearranging again. he laughed to himself. A smirk curled his lips up and his eyes twinkled.
Jareth's sister had come to visit him recently and he did not like that one bit. Now being a girl, Gwendolyn did not like his dirty, desert, ancient style Labyrinth. Now being related to the ruler of a very powerful kingdom had its advantages.
She had made the Labyrinth flowery and pretty much to Jareth's horror.
"No." she said as they walked down the hall. "I will make mother stop you Jareth. It is not going back to that ugly mess you called your home. No."
"I am changing it Gwen, whether you like it or not. This is my kingdom not yours. It is mine to do what I wish with it." Scolded Jareth.
"Alright then. Let us ask your subjects what they think of the new style."
"Hoggle, Didymus, and Ludo I need you! I need you!" Sobbed Sarah. "Please I need you. Please"
Soot covered Sarah in full. Her face was smudged with it and her hair hung limp and dark in her face. Her once white shirt was torn and ragged, her skirt, long and layered, flapped in the wind around her back.
"Please. I need you now." She sobbed. "Please, someone. Help me."
"What's this? A fallen angel? I thought angels didn't cry." whispered a voice so filled with sadness that it startled Sarah into looking up. "Your friends are on their way to my sister's kingdom and cannot contact a mirror now."
Jareth's face reflected nothing. As all kings they had all learned to keep their faces blank for political reasons, as to not let emotions filter through. And Jareth was the epitome of that perfection. His usually stony miss-matched eyes gazed at her, uncommonly filled with emotions.
Sarah, the only human to conquer the Labyrinth and the King's heart lay before him, a huddling slip of nothing covered in ashen clothes.
Her face was covered in the soot and dirt of whatever had happened, the tears making trails of white flesh down her cheeks. Her hair, once the deepest chocolate looked black, caked with soot, dirt and blood. She looked like a wraith. She was so opalescent and small just then.
She sat in the street, a broken shard of mirror in front of her. An orange light filled the sky behind her like the fires of hell. Her eyes. Her eyes were haunted. Nothing reflected in them, but memories rushed by, he noted, with blinding force.
"Please Jareth, I need them. I need..." the words seemed weak and pale to her, so weak and fragile. "Help. Help."
"Sarah, what happened? Sarah speak to me." He yelled, her attention fluttering to the blinking lights and sirens down the road. More tears washed over her, and he kept yelling, but to no avail. It was too late; shock had taken her into its deathly grip.
"I wish the Goblin King would save me right now." She whispered as she fell onto the blackness of the pavement in front of her. Her hair fanned out in front of her, she glowed palely.
Friday night and Sarah was home, reading a book silently near the hearth while Marge, Her father, Karen, and Toby played monopoly in the center of the living room.
"That's not fair!" cried Marge. Sarah smiled gently at the remark. It had been on of her favorites oh so long ago. But when he woke her up it all changed.
"Marge you should know by now he always wins this game. I don't know why we even bother anymore. We all know we're going to lose. Especially since it's always boys against girls, so even Toby always wins. All is fair in love and monopoly."
"You're right; woe is me for I always lose. Sarah maybe if you played we would win once and a while." She grinned at her best friend, waggling her eyebrows suggestively.
"No thank you. You know I hate to lose Margi! Especially to my dad, who will later rub it into my face with no mercy." Sarah grinned back and went to reading her book.
A scream pierced the air and the world seemed to slow as the sound of screeching tires and a yelling man was heard near the front of the house. Suddenly the front wall of the living room caved and a car came crashing through. Sitting at the back of the room Sarah was hit in the head by flying debris. Letting out one last cry she succumbed to the creeping darkness at the edges of her vision.
Her eyes floated gently open to find the world around her in shambles, the ceiling a shade of deadly orange. Looking around a car was spotted in the middle of the living room. Fire surrounded it, the back of it flaming but the front left untouched except for splatters of...blood? On the white front of it.
Trapped beneath it was her family. Mage, Toby, Karen, and Sarah's father. Tears stung her eyes. The smoke burned her nostrils making it run.
Underneath the left tire was Toby on top of Mr. Williams, their eyes wide and unseeing. Blood, long since stopped in death, streamed out of their mouths, already drying into blackness. Sarah fell to the floor.
Under the right wheel was Karen, Her eyes wide and unseeing. Her hair was caked with blood and from her waist down was nothing but a bloody mess. The tire had pinned her, and then backed up, crushing her bones, vital organs, and anything else. She was dead.
On the hood Mage laid, her breath laboring among the rattle of her bones. Blood spattered the perfect whiteness of the car. Her hair lay fanned around her perfectly.
Silently sobbing Sarah approached the hood, touching the face that lay there. Eyes opened a smile full of pain crossed the pale face on the hood.
"Please Sarah, don't cry over me. I'm moving to somewhere better. I just want you to remember me and out good times."
"How could I ever forget."
"Take my necklace, the one from my great, great grandmother Andia. You know she lived a very long time; she would have loved to meet her. Oh Sarah, don't cry please. Laugh and smile until we meet again."
Her eyes fluttered gently. She let out a sigh of breath and her eyes blinked, once, twice. No more.
Sarah pulled the necklace off of her friends neck, as her last dying wish. Sarah, crying, placed it around her neck.
Sarah ran, she ran and ran away from the place that held her world, her life, her family, their deaths. There was nothing left for her now. She was alone and broken, cold and tired.
If ever I need your help Jareth, it would be now.
And behind her the world exploded, sending random bits of everything flying, and Sarah. She closed her eyes, and waited for her time.
"Oh Sarah. What has happened now? Why is it you cry?" he asked to the girl lying in his arms. All he had ever wanted was to be with her. Now he had the chance, but she was broken, nothing more than a ghost. "Please don't pine away.." He whispered.
"Life can fall, or life call rise taking with it your stolen tears, now tell me what it is you've seen and I shall see them undone. For your kingdom may be as great, but I have the power to make dreams." he whispered, silvery hair blowing in the gentle wind of the night.
Yes, yes I know. I went from funny to sad. I know, but I'm a better writer at sad things with a lot of description and feeling. Before they erased my name I had another story going for lord of the rings. I'm reposting it if you're interested.
