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it!
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The Castle Beyond the Goblin City
Time Unidentifiable
Scully looked around slowly, faced with the reality that she was no longer where she should have
been. The little creatures that surrounded her, littered the floor with garbage and ran back and
forth for no apparent reason. 'An odd place this is,' she thought to herself, her eyes taking in
everything they could.
"Well hello there my dear," a smooth accented voice came from behind her.
Scully dreaded who she know would be there. Slowly turning around, she found herself faced
with a man who could only be the Goblin King. Logic slowly slipping through her fingers, she
studied the man before her. Though he wasn't anything special to her, she was sure that many a
woman would swoon over his attire. Clearing her throat, she turned her attention to the more
serious situation at hand. What exactly her role was in all of this.
"And you are?" she asked, knowing what he would say already.
"I am Jareth, the Goblin King and master of the Labyrinth," he grinned. "Soon to be master of
you as well my lovely."
Scully shook her head. "I don't think so," she replied, a sudden smirk lighting her features as she
laughed softly.
Jareth took a step closer, his arrogance seeping into her senses. "I have no doubt that your
incompetent fool of a partner will loose this game," he sneered, then smiled brazenly at her.
"You're arrogance is astounding. Did you have to practice that?" she mused, wondering what
ever possessed Mulder to throw her into such a situation.
"Ah," he replied, his smile widening. "You should make a fine conquest."
"Me? Your conquest?" she laughed again. "I seriously doubt that sir, now if you would kindly
stand aside and let me pass. I have to get back to kill my partner."
Jareth's expression turned serious. "You apparently don't see your position in this matter. If he
loses, you are mine," Jareth stated seriously, emphasizing 'mine'. With a flick of his wrist, Scully
disappeared from his sight only to reappear in the dungeon.
"Dammit Mulder, you better get me out of this!" she exclaimed into the air. She couldn't believe
the position she was in. Her mind wandered back to the discussion with Sarah. Deep down
Sarah was afraid of this man and she knew that she should be too, but for some odd reason she
wasn't.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Mulder examined the huge wall standing between him and the Labyrinth. Running his hand along
the rough surface, he wondered how he was going to get through it and save Scully from the
King. His fingers found a crevice as he moved them along, knowing what he found to be a door.
Now his only problem was how to get it open. Pulling vines away from the hidden door, he
stared in awe at the size of it, standing there towering above him.
"How's you gonna gets in?" a voice startled him from behind.
Mulder spun around quickly to see a short little man standing there staring back at him, a smirk
lighting his features. Glancing around slowly, Mulder couldn't see how the little guy could sneak
up on him so easily. He should have seen him coming.
"Nothing is what it seems in this place," the little man said, his smirk never dwindling.
"Is that so?" Mulder asked, his voice cool. "And how long have you resided here, sir?" he
continued, needing to get all the information he could.
"What?" the little man replied.
"What's your name?" Mulder asked, pulling a small pad of paper from his pocket. Flipping it
open, he retrieved a pen and held it ready for any replies he could use later. Looking the little
man over, he noted a small bag hanging at his side. "What are those?" he indicated the bag.
"You're a nosey one, aren't cha?" he asked, taken aback with all the questions. "I'm Hoggle!" he
blurted out, not wanting the same pronunciation trouble like last time.
"Well, Hoggle, can I ask you a question?" Mulder replied, his eyes staring Hoggle down.
"Don't 'cha think you've asked enough?" Hoggle shot back, stepping toward the wall. Pulling a
can from behind him, he sprayed a small flying creature, right before Mulder's eyes.
"You realize that's murder," Mulder stated, looking at the fallen body lying on the ground.
"Gah," Hoggle threw his hands in the air. "Ask yer question and be gone with 'cha."
"Just tell me how I get into the Labyrinth, and I'll trouble you no further," Mulder stated, looking
back toward the door. Without prior warning, the door began to creak as it made it's way across
the ground pushing the soil from it's path. Fog rolled out thick and cool through the opening
making the Labyrinth seem all the more unreal. Turning around, he noticed Hoggle was no longer
there. Looking all around, Mulder suspiciously believed he just disappeared into thin air.
Looking back to the situation at hand, he walked through the door and a sudden coldness hit him,
chilling him to the bone. Glancing left then right, he couldn't see a visible difference but
something was calling to him as he stepped to the right. Walking with a sense of purpose down
the hallway, Mulder watched both sides for some significant sign of change, only to be
confronted with the same stone wall that seemed to stretch on for infinity.
"Nothing is as it seems," he muttered, dragging his hand along the inside wall, waiting with some
vague hope that they were all right and a doorway would present itself soon. His hand crossed a
plant that moved beneath his touch. Pulling his hand away, he found eyes staring back at him and
soft murmurs he couldn't quite distinguish. Taking a step back, Mulder tripped and fell back to
hit the wall behind him with a thud.
"What the hell was that?" he spoke, watching the eyes turn and look directly at him. Getting to
his feet, he neared the plant with interest. Watching it curiously, he extended his hand to lean
against the wall, only to have it pass through open space. Peering through the newest opening, he
looked back to the lichen and smirked. "Thanks fella's."
Mulder walked away as the lichen watched his fading form until he disappeared from their sight.
Their mumbles trailed after him until they lost interest and went back to examining their
surroundings, wondering simply why the ground was that pale shade of grey.
Walking down the stone path, Mulder kept his eyes open for any trace of foul play by Jareth.
Though he had talked his way into more time, Mulder had the sneaky suspicion that he would
need every minute of it. Examining the sky for some hint of the ways to solve this puzzle, his
mind wandered to think of just what he had done. So many times he had put her life in danger,
and yet she stood by him all the same, and somehow they made it through. Would they make it
through this one?
it!
* * *
The Castle Beyond the Goblin City
Time Unidentifiable
Scully looked around slowly, faced with the reality that she was no longer where she should have
been. The little creatures that surrounded her, littered the floor with garbage and ran back and
forth for no apparent reason. 'An odd place this is,' she thought to herself, her eyes taking in
everything they could.
"Well hello there my dear," a smooth accented voice came from behind her.
Scully dreaded who she know would be there. Slowly turning around, she found herself faced
with a man who could only be the Goblin King. Logic slowly slipping through her fingers, she
studied the man before her. Though he wasn't anything special to her, she was sure that many a
woman would swoon over his attire. Clearing her throat, she turned her attention to the more
serious situation at hand. What exactly her role was in all of this.
"And you are?" she asked, knowing what he would say already.
"I am Jareth, the Goblin King and master of the Labyrinth," he grinned. "Soon to be master of
you as well my lovely."
Scully shook her head. "I don't think so," she replied, a sudden smirk lighting her features as she
laughed softly.
Jareth took a step closer, his arrogance seeping into her senses. "I have no doubt that your
incompetent fool of a partner will loose this game," he sneered, then smiled brazenly at her.
"You're arrogance is astounding. Did you have to practice that?" she mused, wondering what
ever possessed Mulder to throw her into such a situation.
"Ah," he replied, his smile widening. "You should make a fine conquest."
"Me? Your conquest?" she laughed again. "I seriously doubt that sir, now if you would kindly
stand aside and let me pass. I have to get back to kill my partner."
Jareth's expression turned serious. "You apparently don't see your position in this matter. If he
loses, you are mine," Jareth stated seriously, emphasizing 'mine'. With a flick of his wrist, Scully
disappeared from his sight only to reappear in the dungeon.
"Dammit Mulder, you better get me out of this!" she exclaimed into the air. She couldn't believe
the position she was in. Her mind wandered back to the discussion with Sarah. Deep down
Sarah was afraid of this man and she knew that she should be too, but for some odd reason she
wasn't.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Mulder examined the huge wall standing between him and the Labyrinth. Running his hand along
the rough surface, he wondered how he was going to get through it and save Scully from the
King. His fingers found a crevice as he moved them along, knowing what he found to be a door.
Now his only problem was how to get it open. Pulling vines away from the hidden door, he
stared in awe at the size of it, standing there towering above him.
"How's you gonna gets in?" a voice startled him from behind.
Mulder spun around quickly to see a short little man standing there staring back at him, a smirk
lighting his features. Glancing around slowly, Mulder couldn't see how the little guy could sneak
up on him so easily. He should have seen him coming.
"Nothing is what it seems in this place," the little man said, his smirk never dwindling.
"Is that so?" Mulder asked, his voice cool. "And how long have you resided here, sir?" he
continued, needing to get all the information he could.
"What?" the little man replied.
"What's your name?" Mulder asked, pulling a small pad of paper from his pocket. Flipping it
open, he retrieved a pen and held it ready for any replies he could use later. Looking the little
man over, he noted a small bag hanging at his side. "What are those?" he indicated the bag.
"You're a nosey one, aren't cha?" he asked, taken aback with all the questions. "I'm Hoggle!" he
blurted out, not wanting the same pronunciation trouble like last time.
"Well, Hoggle, can I ask you a question?" Mulder replied, his eyes staring Hoggle down.
"Don't 'cha think you've asked enough?" Hoggle shot back, stepping toward the wall. Pulling a
can from behind him, he sprayed a small flying creature, right before Mulder's eyes.
"You realize that's murder," Mulder stated, looking at the fallen body lying on the ground.
"Gah," Hoggle threw his hands in the air. "Ask yer question and be gone with 'cha."
"Just tell me how I get into the Labyrinth, and I'll trouble you no further," Mulder stated, looking
back toward the door. Without prior warning, the door began to creak as it made it's way across
the ground pushing the soil from it's path. Fog rolled out thick and cool through the opening
making the Labyrinth seem all the more unreal. Turning around, he noticed Hoggle was no longer
there. Looking all around, Mulder suspiciously believed he just disappeared into thin air.
Looking back to the situation at hand, he walked through the door and a sudden coldness hit him,
chilling him to the bone. Glancing left then right, he couldn't see a visible difference but
something was calling to him as he stepped to the right. Walking with a sense of purpose down
the hallway, Mulder watched both sides for some significant sign of change, only to be
confronted with the same stone wall that seemed to stretch on for infinity.
"Nothing is as it seems," he muttered, dragging his hand along the inside wall, waiting with some
vague hope that they were all right and a doorway would present itself soon. His hand crossed a
plant that moved beneath his touch. Pulling his hand away, he found eyes staring back at him and
soft murmurs he couldn't quite distinguish. Taking a step back, Mulder tripped and fell back to
hit the wall behind him with a thud.
"What the hell was that?" he spoke, watching the eyes turn and look directly at him. Getting to
his feet, he neared the plant with interest. Watching it curiously, he extended his hand to lean
against the wall, only to have it pass through open space. Peering through the newest opening, he
looked back to the lichen and smirked. "Thanks fella's."
Mulder walked away as the lichen watched his fading form until he disappeared from their sight.
Their mumbles trailed after him until they lost interest and went back to examining their
surroundings, wondering simply why the ground was that pale shade of grey.
Walking down the stone path, Mulder kept his eyes open for any trace of foul play by Jareth.
Though he had talked his way into more time, Mulder had the sneaky suspicion that he would
need every minute of it. Examining the sky for some hint of the ways to solve this puzzle, his
mind wandered to think of just what he had done. So many times he had put her life in danger,
and yet she stood by him all the same, and somehow they made it through. Would they make it
through this one?