Author's note: dear readers,

i know that the first chapter is a bit dark and sad but sometimes it has to be done. i wish to adress the reveiwer that said: Ridiculously violent. Stupid. Out of here. now i am not too sure if this is a compliment or not but please, this is my first Labyrinth fanfic and i felt that Gabrielle should have a more darker past then normal people because well of course she isnt normal she was brought onto this earth by magic. magic has a dark past too. anyway please welcome to the stage: Huge Jackman.

Hugh: deathbringer88 does not own Labyrinth or any of its characters except for Ezmarelda and Gabrielle.

thanks hugh, anyway please enjoy.

After a long 14 years it was finally time for Jareth to introduce himself to Gabrielle.

Gabrielle was reading in a small room with colourful walls. Jareth noticed that the book she was reading was familiar it had a red cover. Instantly he knew it was his story, Labyrinth. Changing from his owl form Jareth appeared at her window. At first she didn't notice him, she raised her head with alarming speed and stared at Jareth open-mouthed. Jareth slowly pushed open the window and crawled in.

"Gabrielle, come with me. Your destiny awaits." Jareth said.

Gabrielle slowly slid her hand into Jareth's. She didn't entirely trust him. But as he promised they appeared in a castle. It had huge stone walls it was nice, until she noticed the swarms of goblins running up to her yelling,

"Thank you master, thank you!"

"She is NOT FOR EATING!" Jareth yelled kicking the goblins within his leg reach.

"Who are you?" Gabrielle asked yanking her hand away. She of course realized him to be Jareth but she needed to hear it from him.

"I." Jareth said, "Am Jareth king of the goblins and creator of the labyrinth." He said proudly. It suddenly hit Gabrielle that he wasn't a normal king and these ugly little creatures were real.

Jareth looked at her awaiting a response. She straightened up and gave him her most alluring smile,

"I always knew you were special." She said which made Jareth's heart race.

That night Jareth showed Gabrielle to her room. As soon as she knew Jareth had left she slipped out the door and into the throne room of the castle. To be truthful she was petrified of the goblin king and his labyrinth. She decided to run.

As she slowly crept past a group of sleeping goblins she accidentally ran into another goblin. He was and ugly little bastard his face all screwed up and warts covered his face. Gabrielle began to back up but another goblin appeared behind her, then more goblins came swarms of them they picked her up and carried her off.

The goblins took Gabrielle deep into the
Labyrinth. She struggled and screamed but it was no use, the goblins had a tight hold of her and every time she tried to get out of their grips they gave her a cut down her arm. Some of the goblins went to prepare a fire to cook her over while the rest held her in a strong grip. Several hours later Gabrielle finally have up kicking and screaming she now had at least 200 different cuts along both of her arms. Each little cut was deep and rugged. Gabrielle's arms hurt so much.

"Help me." She said weakly.

Mean while back at the castle.

"Help me. Help me Jareth."

Jareth awoke with a start. He heard Gabrielle's voice in his head. Immediately he got up and put on a cloak, he ran into Gabrielle's room but found it empty. His heart was thumping in his chest, a wave if nausea washed over him.
Then it hit him, the goblins! When they first saw Gabrielle they had a hungry glint in their eyes. They must have taken her.