Marcy here for all you boys and girls, and slightly earlier than I expected to be. I guess this is just a midterm gift to everyone right now. I've gotten a lot of positive feedback about Dark Jareth, and that makes me all the more confident to say there will be more of that to come. I guess that is enough talk from me, on with the story. I don't own Labyrinth.
A harsh bang rang through the hall of the apartment building's hallway while men in black armor broke down the door to one bedroom apartment. Neighbors looked through their peepholes to see their new king casually stride through the broken doorway. The click of his boots against the floors, fingers laced behind his back while he looked at the vacant rooms. Pictures of a raven haired ivory skinned woman, wrapped around an ebony skinned man hung on the wall in the living room.
Jareth stared at the picture for a moment, mismatched eyes locked on Sarah's face. Her soft warm green eyes smiling through the glass at him, with hair falling smoothly over her shoulders. Brushing a hand over the picture as though to stroke his cheek he felt himself ease at just the sense of being near her. Lifting his gaze to the man holding her ice filled his veins. Curling his fingers into his palm feeling every muscle tense, he threw his fist into the man's face, shattering the glass and getting shards into his gloves.
"Your Majesty" One of the guards spoke up from behind him. He turned on his heel and walked calmly into the bedroom. Looking over the bed that his Sarah shared with another man, he had to suppress the urge to burn down the entire building. Calming his rage with a smooth breath, he reached over the pillow and plucked a single hair from the fabric.
"She is on the run. I want her found and brought to me." Looking to each man in his presence with a firm ruling stare. "No harm is to fall to her, if I receive her with a single mark each one of your necks will meet the blade."
Sarah snuck out of the cabin late in the night while Damian slept. She envied his ability to be ignorant of the true danger and to meet sleep with ease. Wrapping her arms around herself she stared up at the sky, each star glimmering through the sky and winking down to earth. She outlined each constellation and retraced the mythology for each one.
Buzz of insects was a calming sonnet to her restless nerves. Letting herself slide to the ground to lay down, she hummed a lost forgotten melody that she couldn't place. Just before she could relax into soothing slumber the call of an owl jerked her back to life. She tossed herself to look in a panicked glance, but couldn't spot the avian creature. Gathering herself she ran back into the cabin, latching the door closed behind her.