Hi, I have a French keyboard so I can't put the same English quotation marks as you guys.
And here, when the character speaks we put - in front of the sentence… anyway.
I'll use the "…"
Thanks
Marjorie
Sweet revenge
Chapter 3: Thirteen
11:58...Only two minutes left.
Sarah was trying not to look at the clock. Every second seemed to bring more terror. She was attempting to find clever sentences to say to Jareth. She wanted to use the only talent her mother gave her, which was acting, to at least try to calm him. She knows that he is way stronger than she is, especially with his magic. She is a mere mortal and he seems to be immortal, though she never asked him to know for sure. So if someone has to die, it would probably be her.
Jareth had lost his magic when he was vanquished, but it is almost entirely back now. After two years, he managed to repair the castle with his own hands and with the help of those responsible of his forfeit: Hoogle, Ludo and Didymus. The labyrinth was growing back to normal just like his magic. But he made sure that it was darker, scarier and more dangerous. In fact, the labyrinth had always reflected, in some ways, his feelings. Every time Jareth was admiring, what he affectionately called his piece of art, he evilly thought that if Sarah ever comes back, she would notice the little changes he made around there...much to his pleasure. To make sure that no one could help her, he did the maze so hard and dangerous that no goblins would want to put a toe inside, including Hoogle, Ludo and Didymus. If a goblin was misbehaving, Jareth would send it at the start of the labyrinth and watch it run frantically for hours. Eventually, the goblin would end up in an oubliette or in a deadly trap.
The clock, which struck the hours in the hallway near Sarah's room, started to ring indicating that it's midnight. Sarah started to count...1...2...3...4...5...6...7..8...9...10...11...12...13... 13?
She obviously didn't imagine that. She wouldn't be in high school if she didn't know how to count isn't it? The clock did strike a thirteenth hour. She knew that he was coming.
Before she could do anything, Hoogle appeared in the mirror in front of her.
"Hoogle! What are you doing here? I'm so glad to see you!"
For a split second, Sarah thought that it was Hoogle who did the whole thing: the nightmares, the clock... but she knew that Hoogle would not try to scare her in any way. So it was as improbable as seeing a flying pink whale in a tutu.
"Sarah! Get out of the house! Take Toby, and get out, Jareth's coming!"
"What...?" Sarah replied still in shock she was talking to Hoogle.
"Don't discuss! Do as I say!"
Quickly, Sarah opened her bedroom door and started to run down the hallway where Toby's new bedroom was. In the middle of her run, all the lights in the house went off instantly. She stopped, panting, mainly because of being scared to death. She proceeded to walk to reach Toby, but she evidently couldn't see anything. When she finally reached the handle of Toby's room, she realised that it was locked. How strange since there was no lock on this door. Sarah was beyond of being afraid. Her entire body was telling her that she was not safe, that something was wrong, and that she had to run! But how can she run in the dark?
Since she was near the staircase, she wanted to go downstairs to find some matches or a flashlight. As soon as the thought struck her, she heard someone climbing the stairs very quickly...someone was heading where she was! She felt like she was in a bad horror movie, where the girl hides upstairs instead of running through the house door. She was trapped. She couldn't jump from the second floor without breaking her legs. Not only it would be extremely painful but she also wouldn't be able to run from Jareth afterwards. She started to run back to her room, braking precious vases on her way, knowing that she'll be in big trouble with her stepmother. She almost laughed when she imagined herself trying to explain to Karen that she accidentally knocked over the vases because she was trying to escape the Goblin King! That would be a good occasion for Karen to send her where she thinks Sarah belongs: a mental hospital.
Sarah entered her room not even taking care of trying to block the door with something. She knew that it was useless. She seated in the farthest corner of her bedroom, bringing her knees to her chest. She hid her face in her arms, waiting. She distinctly heard the footsteps coming towards her bedroom door, as if Jareth knew where she was. She preferred not to look, not wanting to know what was coming.