Maybe this was a bad Idea (or the Second Hour)

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"Pfft! You call this binding? I can get out of this in no time!" Mercutio bragged.

And so for the next ten or so minutes I dragged him by the front of his shirt while he tugged at the triple knot I'd made of the sleeves, him giving me directions whenever I poked his side.

The doors were starting to give me a headache. Don't get me wrong, I love the scottish accent, but this was getting ridiculous.

"Are ye not going te ask then? Comon, lassie! Don't ye need te get te the castle?" the one in red asked.

Rubbing my temples, I poked Mercutio's side harshly.

"Hey! You're going to give me a bruise!"

Glaring at the annoyingly loud nymph, I grabbed a rock and spelled out my request in the sand underfoot.

Yeah, I've been noticing that whenever I need to talk to someone, there's a convenient rock or twig and some sand. Aww... don't it just make your butthole pucker?

-anyway...

With a sigh, Mer quickly asked the rapidly talking blue doorman, "Answer, door. Does Kirsten feel like she has to go to the center?"

The door didn't hesitate to reply with a quick, "Aye."

He turned to the red one, "You, same question."

"Nay," He responded hesitantly, "She doesn't want her sister back!"

And with that, I turned back to the blue door and motioned him open. Open says me, yada yada yada...

I pushed Mercutio out ahead of me and, seeing him go through safely, followed with light feet.

An abrupt snap alerted me to the dropping sensation I had before rough hands grabbed me.

Ow! That hurts! Damnnit, Jareth! That's cheating! I think as I wince at their grip.

"So, girl do you want to go up-" Some hands made a face with others pointing up, "Or down?" Another group made a different face and pointed the said way.

I pulled at one hand, and holding it flat, made and up arrow with my finger.

Yet another group made a shocked face, saying, "She wants to go up! No one ever wants to go up!"

A mustached hand-face exclaimed near my head, "That's impossible! Are you sure?"

I brought another hand back and pointed it up again.

"No doubt here. This girl wants to go up!" The first face stated.

"But she can't! No one's supposed to go up!" The mustached one said again.

The fat face said, "Then she has to go down!"

No! I screamed in my head when they released me, laughing as I fell into the black nothingness that is an obliette.

"She did WHAT?" Kirsten winced as her mother's screech could be heard throughout the house.

Unfortunately for her, she had been listening on the other side of the wall.

Elizabeth stood with Kirstin's mother, nodding and grimancing, as though disgusted by the mere thought of her stepsister's actions.

Her stepfather, Richard, stood at the table, food and fallen chair forgotten. His face was the epitomy of shock and rage.

"I know, mum! Why in the world that child would demean herself to walk in a," Elizabeth shuddered, "Flea market... is beyond me! Especially to look for, and I quote, 'new books to read' be cause she 'finished all her others and was bored'!"

Kirsten felt her face heat with emberrasment and anger at her stuck up family's life style.

Softly she padded her way to her room, locked the door behind her, and gently slid her fingers over the gold emblazed red cover of the small, beautiful novel.

When I woke up some time later, I found a candle lit and myself laying on a wooden slab.

My head beat out a rythem, and I clutched it, swearing in my mind.

Bloody bastard king with his blasted Labyrinth psychos and... and pretty eyes- No! I didn't think that!

"I'm flattered, Kirsten, really, but dear you simply must learn I don't play fair." Came from behind me.

I whipped my head around to look (not a smart move thanks to a throbbing head) and watched the infamous Goblin King approach lil' ol me.

I winced, rubbing the tender spot lightly with my fingers, and Jareth noticed.

"Oh, precious, did you hit your head when you fell?" Before I could stand, he was leaning over me, with a light thouch on the back of my head.

Yeah, I thought, No thanks to you- damnnit! I gasped as he pressed harder momentarily.

His eyes flashed down to mine before he released my now unnoticable bruise. "Sorry,. It was neccissary, love."

I glared, standing. Bullshit, Jareth. That's bull. you don't hurt someone to heal them.

"Irrelevant," he said as he waved a hand, dissmissing the entire conversation.

I was backed to a wall as he leaned in and propped his head next to mine by his elbow. "So," he began, " How are you enjoying my Labyrinth, Kirsten- and please don't say it's a peice of cake. I so don't want to have to hurt you."

Glaring at his close proximity, I waited a few seconds to deliberate a good response.

Hmm... It's... Interesting to say the least. I said truthfully, but effectively not telling all.

Laughing, Jareth pulled away only to swing back around to face me, eyes sharper, ...hungrier than before.

"That! That there, Kirsten, Is why I'm so interested in you. You are clever, more than most I've ever seen! You know how to decide on what you should say without giving anything away." He came back, leaning back into my face, eyes holding mine, "You amaze me..."

His eyes flicked down a bit, obvious in what he was thinking.

No! I practically screamed in my head, shaking it. No way in Hell! Not in any kind of Hell!

Jareth chuckled softly, then poofed away, leaving me sighing in relief. Thank the Gods...

Looking around though, I was brought back to the present, remembering where I was.

Maybe not. I thought wryly, walking around, feeling the walls for breaks. Damn if that isn't my luck.

Finally, before turning to look at the wooden slab I'd been laid on thought, Bet ya ten bucks... Yep.

The door sat there, and I was ashamed I hadn't thought of it before then.

Pulling it up, I turned the knob, and saw soft light.

Jareth sat back in his throne, happy as a goblin with some beer.

Then the bloody witch started up again, somehow having wriggled out of the gag the goblins had placed over her loud mouth

"Send me home right now, you bloody bugger! I have a family waiting for me! when my stepmum finds out what you've done-!" a knife flying inches past her pointy nose shut her up long enough for him to ground out, "You're darling 'Stepmum" is a whore and a waste of space. If that woman- no worm- was as good as you profess her to be, she would have taken at least some care into the raising of her own child!"

Breathing heavily from his tyrade, Jareth sat down slowly, never once taking his eyes from the girl who'd destroyed Kirstin's chance at having a mother.

His hand covered his face as Elizabeth could just barely hear him mumble, almost to himself, "And to think you came from Sarah's own body..."

Elizabeth's eyes sparked, "Don't you talk about my mum that way! She was a great woman and actress!"

The Goblin King's gaze scorched her being as he stood again and yelled, "That woman, as you put it, gave up what I, being a king, a sorcerer, an immortal, offered her with every ounce of my being! And for what, may I ask, but a sniveling human male named Richard who evidently ended up killing her because he was stupid enough to drive out in a snowstorm! And thanks to that, you were without a mother, so he decided it was a good idea to marry his already pregnant whore. Who took pity on you, whom, by that time had been disowned by Sarah's stepmother, then was made all important- even more so than your newborn half sister!"

He simply breathed a moment, then continued in a quieter tone than before, "And then comes the Goblin King, who, thinking you would make the same mistake your mother had with her younger brother, waited sixteen years for you to slip up and speak the words 'I wish'. But what happens? Why sweet Irony takes over in her great... droll wisdom and instead, has the young, kind, and desperate girl who'd been shunned by her own mother for a different child, one not even from her own being, and has that girl child find that dangerous book. And fall in love with it. And memorized the poetic words of true love and chivalry within."

Once again a pause, "And then, one fateful stormy night, nigh unlike one twenty-six years before hand, the elder, spoiled sister takes it upon herself to harm the girl child again, this time taking what little was precious to her. Her escape. Her freedom. Her dreams. Her books. And those marvelous, fateful words are said. And that girl child, instead of spiting her cruel selfish half sister to doom as a goblin, insteads takes it upon herself to risk her own being to send her sister back to her world. The world that had so hurt that poor, young girl."

With that, The goblin king dissapeared from the throne room. Out of sight, out of hearing.

WOW. Dramatic, right? now I'm all tense, and I'm writing it! (actually I only have a vague idea of what's going to happen next.

So, thank you, everyone for the reveiws and support so far! I'll try to update again soon (and probably will since summer's almost here) so see you then!