SOMETHING'S ARE MADE TO LAST…
CHAPTER 7.
ONCE AGAIN, I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING FROM LABYRINTH OR JIM HENSON.
Again, not very long but time for a semi reveal for you all. Thankyou for all the lovely reviews, especially LabyFicLover, they are very informative for you to tell which parts you like best so thankyou ?
The sound of water droplets dripping from high above then splashing down onto some rocks below filled Kirsten's ears. The same droplets trickled evenly onto her face, bringing her around from her state of unconsciousness.
She opened her eyes, her vision swimming slightly.
That must have been some teleport, she thought, I've never blacked out from one before though. How long was I out for? I…Where am I? What the…?!
She had attempted to stand up but had then realized that her hands and feet were shackled to a wall. She fell back down. As she hit the ground, she felt a dull ache shoot from the back of her head. She shook it, trying to relieve the pain and trying to get her vision to focus and looked around.
She was in a cave. Someone must have done something to her and brought her here. The same someone that seemed to be living in this cave, judging by the fire pit with various pots decorated here and there and two separate blankets lying nearby. The same someone she could hear muttering, just out of her line of vision. A woman…
"We must be patient. Remember she said she was going Aboveground for a week. We have to wait at least another week until we put the next step of the plan into action."
Kirsten gasped silently as she heard another voice answer the woman, this time it was a man's…
"Why do we have to keep her about? It would be a lot more fun to kill her and leave her body where Sarah and the others can find it. Oh, imagine the pain they would feel…" he trailed off, his voice sounding gleeful.
At the mention of the word "Kill", Kirsten started to struggle against her shackles. Unfortunately, this made more noise then she intended and alerted the people. She heard footsteps coming towards her and from around a corner came Clairissa followed by Markus.
Kirsten stopped what she was doing immediately and sat back down when she saw who the voices belonged to.
"Hey! Look who's awake!" Markus said in a disturbingly playful manner, walking towards Kirsten and crouching down in front of her. Clairissa remained standing, staring down at Kirsten.
"Do you know who I am, girl?" Clairissa said to her.
Kirsten stared directly into her eyes and said "Yeah, you're the whore princess of whatever who tried to get with Jareth then realized he didn't want your skanky ass"
SMACK!
Kirsten's head was thrown to the right and ricocheted off the side of the wall. She tasted blood. Her lip had been busted open. She looked slowly back up at Clairissa. She, however, hadn't moved a muscle. It had been Markus that struck Kirsten.
"Say that again, bitch, and it will be the last thing you ever say" he spat viciously at her.
He looked at Clairissa. "Why can't we kill her again?" he asked her.
Clairissa and Kirsten stared at each other for a minute. After a beat…
"Because we need the blood to be fresh" she said icily while Markus laughed manically.
Kirsten recoiled away from them, tugging at her shackles to no avail.
Clairissa smiled. She will get what she deserves and no human or their offspring will get in her way. The day for a new Queen for the goblin kingdom had arrived.
End of Chapter 7.
