Wake Up, It's Time To Dream
Disclaimer: I own nothing that has to do with the movie Labyrinth, and the characters portrayed. I got some of the plot from a new movie coming out called "Alice" based on a darker version of Alice in Wonderland where she's in an institution.
Summary: Sarah has visions, but are they? Can Jareth help her, or will her sanity be diminished completely? Find out by reading, and if you want more than please review.
A.N. (Thank you all for the nice reviews! I really appreciate it. To the reviewer that asked if I got the plot from Buffy the Vampire Slayer, no, I didn't, I've only watched the show a couple of times and I didn't really like it. I got the plot idea from a movie they have in production called "Alice" based on Alice in Wonderland. All will be revealed in time of what's happening. So don't fret, just sit back and read. Thank you.)
Time seemed to stand still as she fell. Sarah looked around and realized that she was falling rather slowly. She could feel the rustling of the gown the institution had put her in against her legs. The air was rushing around her, but yet as she looked below her she couldn't see the ground. Drifting slowly, after a while she looked down again and was surprised to stone steps below her. Her now bare feet settled gently against the stone steps.
Lifting up the gown, the gash in her stomach that had seemed to disappear at the institution was now back, and it was bleeding again. It seemed infected, so taking a deep breath, Sarah pinched around the outside of the wound in order to squeeze out the puss, which flowed out of the wound in white streams. Small salty tears streaked down her cheeks as the pain engulfed her senses.
Finally the wound started to bleed normally again, and Sarah let out the breath she had been holding. Seeing that it needed to be dressed, she tore the bottom hem off of her dress and wrapped it a couple of times around her stomach to temporarily stop the bleeding, and then pulled the dress back down to her knees.
Taking stock her situation, she looked the building in front of her up and down. It was gothic and medieval in style. The foreboding polished black stones loomed over Sarah. Menacing gargoyles sneered down at her from the vaulted roof. Gulping slightly, Sarah squared her shoulders and walked resolutely into Yvonne's castle.
Once inside, a dark antechamber lit by torches led to a small corridor. The corridor branched off into several different directions. Sarah's light footfalls were the only sound in the hall as her bare feet hit the dirty floor. Glancing around nervously there was no sight of Yvonne. She shivered slightly as the castle was a bit drafty, and the small, white gown they had given her at the institution wasn't much in the way of clothing.
Deciding to take the hallway that branched off to the left, she walked straight into Yvonne's throne room once again. It was empty. The throne sat upon the dais unoccupied. Sarah's eyes roamed over the room, and found Yvonne standing solitary in the shadows. Stepping into the dim light of the room, Sarah gasped as she saw Yvonne's face.
What had once been a beautiful face marred by only a large nose was now a weathered looking old woman. Her face was wrinkled and brown, and her nose was still long and crooked. Her lips that had once been dark and thin were now pale and cracked. The only sign that it might have been Yvonne at one time was that her hair was still long and golden as if by some sick twist of fate.
"What's wrong Sarah? Oh, I see, the glamour spell must have faded by now. You don't look so hot yourself deary, take a look," and as she spoke a large gilded mirror appeared behind her. Yvonne took a step away to let Sarah pass by her. Stepping cautiously around the old woman, Sarah peered at herself in the mirror. Her hair was mussed and tangled. Her eyes had dark circled etched underneath them. Her pale complexion made a mockery of itself due to the amount of blood she had loss.
Even though she didn't look like her normally stunning self, she was a far cry away from the hideousness of Yvonne. Sneering at Sarah, Yvonne spat, "So, you won. Are you prepared to die now?" she asked. Sarah remained calm. Clenching her fists at her side was the only way to calm her trembling hands. Before she knew what came over her, words flew from her mouth that she thought she would never use again. "Through dangers untold," she started and stepped closer to Yvonne.
Yvonne's normally cool façade fell and she seemed a little shocked at first, then she regained her composure. "Ha," she scoffed, "words can't hurt me fool." Sarah smirked and continued, "And hardships unnumbered. I have fought my here to the castle beyond the labyrinth of my mind, to take back my sanity which you have stolen. For my will is as strong as yours, and my kingdom is as great."
Yvonne cut her off abruptly. "Wait, Sarah, I can offer you power, riches, and things beyond your wildest dreams. You don't have to die, I can change the rules." Sarah kept stepping closer to her foe, making her take steps back. For once Sarah enjoyed the feeling of being the one in charge. The look on Yvonne's face had gone from smug to panic instantly.
Feeling a great warmth tingling through her nerve endings and into her heart, Sarah opened her mouth and the words, "You have no power over me," echoed and resounded against the stones of the castle as they passed over her ruby red lips. "No!" Yvonne bellowed in vain as her precious castle came crumbling down around her.
Yvonne's horrid image started to crack as beams of light started to seep through her. Covering her eyes from the brightness emerging from Yvonne, Sarah missed the castle falling down around her.
Thanks for reading! Please review if you want this story to continue because I was going to leave this as the last chapter, but I figured I couldn't be so mean. Well, I could be, but I won't. I'm not sure how many chapters I'm going to write after this, maybe one or two. See you at the next chapter!
Disclaimer: I own nothing that has to do with the movie Labyrinth, and the characters portrayed. I got some of the plot from a new movie coming out called "Alice" based on a darker version of Alice in Wonderland where she's in an institution.
Summary: Sarah has visions, but are they? Can Jareth help her, or will her sanity be diminished completely? Find out by reading, and if you want more than please review.
A.N. (Thank you all for the nice reviews! I really appreciate it. To the reviewer that asked if I got the plot from Buffy the Vampire Slayer, no, I didn't, I've only watched the show a couple of times and I didn't really like it. I got the plot idea from a movie they have in production called "Alice" based on Alice in Wonderland. All will be revealed in time of what's happening. So don't fret, just sit back and read. Thank you.)
Time seemed to stand still as she fell. Sarah looked around and realized that she was falling rather slowly. She could feel the rustling of the gown the institution had put her in against her legs. The air was rushing around her, but yet as she looked below her she couldn't see the ground. Drifting slowly, after a while she looked down again and was surprised to stone steps below her. Her now bare feet settled gently against the stone steps.
Lifting up the gown, the gash in her stomach that had seemed to disappear at the institution was now back, and it was bleeding again. It seemed infected, so taking a deep breath, Sarah pinched around the outside of the wound in order to squeeze out the puss, which flowed out of the wound in white streams. Small salty tears streaked down her cheeks as the pain engulfed her senses.
Finally the wound started to bleed normally again, and Sarah let out the breath she had been holding. Seeing that it needed to be dressed, she tore the bottom hem off of her dress and wrapped it a couple of times around her stomach to temporarily stop the bleeding, and then pulled the dress back down to her knees.
Taking stock her situation, she looked the building in front of her up and down. It was gothic and medieval in style. The foreboding polished black stones loomed over Sarah. Menacing gargoyles sneered down at her from the vaulted roof. Gulping slightly, Sarah squared her shoulders and walked resolutely into Yvonne's castle.
Once inside, a dark antechamber lit by torches led to a small corridor. The corridor branched off into several different directions. Sarah's light footfalls were the only sound in the hall as her bare feet hit the dirty floor. Glancing around nervously there was no sight of Yvonne. She shivered slightly as the castle was a bit drafty, and the small, white gown they had given her at the institution wasn't much in the way of clothing.
Deciding to take the hallway that branched off to the left, she walked straight into Yvonne's throne room once again. It was empty. The throne sat upon the dais unoccupied. Sarah's eyes roamed over the room, and found Yvonne standing solitary in the shadows. Stepping into the dim light of the room, Sarah gasped as she saw Yvonne's face.
What had once been a beautiful face marred by only a large nose was now a weathered looking old woman. Her face was wrinkled and brown, and her nose was still long and crooked. Her lips that had once been dark and thin were now pale and cracked. The only sign that it might have been Yvonne at one time was that her hair was still long and golden as if by some sick twist of fate.
"What's wrong Sarah? Oh, I see, the glamour spell must have faded by now. You don't look so hot yourself deary, take a look," and as she spoke a large gilded mirror appeared behind her. Yvonne took a step away to let Sarah pass by her. Stepping cautiously around the old woman, Sarah peered at herself in the mirror. Her hair was mussed and tangled. Her eyes had dark circled etched underneath them. Her pale complexion made a mockery of itself due to the amount of blood she had loss.
Even though she didn't look like her normally stunning self, she was a far cry away from the hideousness of Yvonne. Sneering at Sarah, Yvonne spat, "So, you won. Are you prepared to die now?" she asked. Sarah remained calm. Clenching her fists at her side was the only way to calm her trembling hands. Before she knew what came over her, words flew from her mouth that she thought she would never use again. "Through dangers untold," she started and stepped closer to Yvonne.
Yvonne's normally cool façade fell and she seemed a little shocked at first, then she regained her composure. "Ha," she scoffed, "words can't hurt me fool." Sarah smirked and continued, "And hardships unnumbered. I have fought my here to the castle beyond the labyrinth of my mind, to take back my sanity which you have stolen. For my will is as strong as yours, and my kingdom is as great."
Yvonne cut her off abruptly. "Wait, Sarah, I can offer you power, riches, and things beyond your wildest dreams. You don't have to die, I can change the rules." Sarah kept stepping closer to her foe, making her take steps back. For once Sarah enjoyed the feeling of being the one in charge. The look on Yvonne's face had gone from smug to panic instantly.
Feeling a great warmth tingling through her nerve endings and into her heart, Sarah opened her mouth and the words, "You have no power over me," echoed and resounded against the stones of the castle as they passed over her ruby red lips. "No!" Yvonne bellowed in vain as her precious castle came crumbling down around her.
Yvonne's horrid image started to crack as beams of light started to seep through her. Covering her eyes from the brightness emerging from Yvonne, Sarah missed the castle falling down around her.
Thanks for reading! Please review if you want this story to continue because I was going to leave this as the last chapter, but I figured I couldn't be so mean. Well, I could be, but I won't. I'm not sure how many chapters I'm going to write after this, maybe one or two. See you at the next chapter!