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Marjorie

Sweet revenge

Chapter 13: Trust me

Not daring to look at the menacing walls, Sarah was waiting for her body to be transpierce by cold cutting swords. Is she going to die, all alone? Will it be agonizing before she dies? Is Jareth that cruel? She couldn't believe that Jareth could be so barbaric, so heinous! How could he let her die like that? Like a piece of meat? Will he let her body rot forever there?

The swords were closer now. As if to make Sarah's death more painful and agonizing, they were slowly moving closer to her. She knew that it'll be terrible, feeling the icy metal slowly piercing her body and gradually smash her vital organs. She imagined Jareth, in his kingdom, a crystal in his hand, laughing at her reflection; waiting for her to die.

Out of nowhere, Jareth appeared beside her. Quickly, he forced Sarah to stand up and face him. Seeing that he was there, Sarah started to kick him and punch him with her left hand. Jareth let go. Sarah stumbled backwards, cut herself on one of the swords and fell on the floor. Now her back was hurting as well as her arm.

"You are too weak to confront me, Sarah. Not only you are too weak mentally but you are now physically too." Said Jareth as he walked directly to Sarah.

"You think you're so smart you evil asshole! You were going to let me die here!"

Jareth kneeled in front of her, leaned closer, and firmly held her chin with one hand.

"And, what makes you think I'm here to save you?"

Sarah looked at him directly in his eyes. She didn't know what kind of expression she had on her face but it seemed to soften Jareth's rage. Sighting, Jareth grabbed Sarah by the waist and put her for a second time on her feet. He grabbed her left arm and dragged her in the center of the room. There was a small square drawn on the floor, large enough for two persons to stand on it.

Sarah, scared to death of what will happen, followed Jareth without asking questions. When he reached the square, Jareth turned to face Sarah.

"You will have to trust me and do what I say or you'll die. Understood?"

Sarah nodded. She didn't have any choices.

Jareth grabbed her shoulders to make her stand on the square with him. She was close to him and found it more reassuring than being alone. Jareth could feel that Sarah was trying not to look up at him.

"Don't move or you'll die." Casually said Jareth.

The swords were now a few centimeters from them, and Sarah didn't understand why Jareth was simply using his magic to help them.

"Jareth, what's going to happen?" Nervously asked Sarah.

Jareth didn't answer. So Sarah tried again.

"How come you don't use your magic to stop the walls from moving? ANSWER ME!"

"I can't use my magic here. The labyrinth controls everything." Answered Jareth, impatiently.

"Are we going to die?"

"I wouldn't stay here if we were." Said Jareth as if Sarah asked the dumbest question.

The swords were so close that Sarah had to move closer to Jareth, looking at the floor. She didn't want to look at the swords and at Jareth. She didn't want him to see that she was desperate, scared... and happy to have him by her side.

She felt Jareth move closer to her also. They were touching, almost in a tight hug. Sarah leaned her forehead on his chest below his throat. As if it was natural, Jareth wrapped her in his arms. His right hand was behind her head and his left arm around her shoulders. Scared but reassured with what Jareth did, Sarah wrapped her left arms around Jareth's waist. She felt the swords slightly touch her so she tightened her grip around Jareth's waist. She felt him hold her firmer too.

Sarah heard a loud noise telling that the swords stopped moving closer to them. Sarah looked up to meet Jareth's eyes. He was looking at her intensively. He was still holding her tightly. They couldn't move because the swords didn't back away.

Feeling the pain from her broken arm as well as her injured back; seeing death so closely and being so physically close to Jareth, made Sarah shake uncontrollably.

Jareth used his right hand to push away some hair from Sarah's face. He leaned closer to her and slowly kissed her gently on the forehead. His right hand behind her head was sweetly stroking her hair.

With his magic, he made the walls and the ceiling to go back to their initial position. Sarah almost collapsed, being suddenly fragile and weak. Jareth had a firm hold on her so he carefully laid Sarah on the floor. He saw that she had a broken arm. It was swollen and lightly blue. He took her right arm in his hands and healed it completely.

Rapidly realizing what just happened, Sarah couldn't help but being in fury.

"How come you used your magic to make the walls go back? I thought you said you couldn't use it! You liar! You pretended not to be able to, to scare me, right? And then pretending to be my savior? So you're the sweet guy now?" Almost screamed Sarah, trying to stand up.

"You're mad at me because I saved you?" Said Jareth not believing what he just heard.

"I wouldn't be in this position if you didn't bring me here in the first place. Then you wouldn't try to act like the hero here!" Yelled Sarah.

"I'm being generous Sarah..." Whispered Jareth as he grabbed her arm to stop her from standing up. He felt rage surge again.

"Yeah right! Every single thing you do is for yourself, you egoist halfwit!" Added Sarah, trying to free herself from Jareth's grip.

"Fine! I won't help you anymore if that's what you want." Raged Jareth as he let go of Sarah.

Both of them were now standing up and facing each other.

"Fine! I've beaten you the first time, so I can do it twice!" Mocked Sarah.

"Yes, but this time you're alone. No one to save your pretty face. Me included." Said Jareth as he moved closer and grabbed her chin for the second time.

"Kiss my ass!" Replied Sarah hitting Jareth's arm with her hand to make him let go of her.

"I'd love to..." Replied Jareth, smiling malignantly at Sarah as he disappeared.