"I'm not as helpless as you think!" She shouted as she lunged at him. Sarah managed to swipe her nails along his cheek before he slapped her. She fell. He began kicking her, wherever she would let him.
"JARETH!"
* * *
"JARETH!" Echoed in the Underground. Jareth's head shot up. The voice sounded suspiciuosly
like . . .
"JARETH! HELP ME!"
. . . Sarah's.
He got one of his crystals. The crystal showed inky blackness. Suddenly the image of Sarah, on the round, appeared. She was crying . . . and it looked like someone was kicking her.
"Sarah, my love! NO!" he shouted to no one in paticular.
* * *
Robert's ears must have been decieving him. He thought he had heard Sarah yell. His eyes opened. He was hearing things. *Maybe a drink will help . . .*, he thought. He got out a bit of brandy. Then a bit more . . . soon he was very drunk. Robert passed out on the floor.
* * *
Sarah had been beaten viciously. Her stomach hurt, he cracked at least one of her ribs, one of her arms was broken, she thought she may have a slight concussion, and she was bleeding everywhere. At this moment, Sarah decided that she would rather be dead. She fell asleep soon after, dreams were none. Nightmares were many.
Part 2: Looking
The police, the Williams, the town, and Jareth were looking for Sarah. No one had yet found her. As soon as a lead came, it left just as quickly. They had no clue to whom it was. A few thought it was Lionel. He was crazy and stole cats. Other possiblities were Jack Junior, Laughie Raffe, and then there was Ripper. He liked to mulitiate the body of his victim. Ripper had killed 15 people so far, all of which were girls and women. If he killed Sarah, it would be lucky 16 . . .
* * *
Jareth was going ballistic looking for Sarah. His crystals were absolutly no help. They only showed her when she was being beaten. That was the only time. It wouldn't show him where she was or who was holding her, or even when she was sleeping or alone. His mood swings got worse, nothing went near him. Even the goblins stayed away. Jareth was not happy. Not at all . . .
"JARETH!"
* * *
"JARETH!" Echoed in the Underground. Jareth's head shot up. The voice sounded suspiciuosly
like . . .
"JARETH! HELP ME!"
. . . Sarah's.
He got one of his crystals. The crystal showed inky blackness. Suddenly the image of Sarah, on the round, appeared. She was crying . . . and it looked like someone was kicking her.
"Sarah, my love! NO!" he shouted to no one in paticular.
* * *
Robert's ears must have been decieving him. He thought he had heard Sarah yell. His eyes opened. He was hearing things. *Maybe a drink will help . . .*, he thought. He got out a bit of brandy. Then a bit more . . . soon he was very drunk. Robert passed out on the floor.
* * *
Sarah had been beaten viciously. Her stomach hurt, he cracked at least one of her ribs, one of her arms was broken, she thought she may have a slight concussion, and she was bleeding everywhere. At this moment, Sarah decided that she would rather be dead. She fell asleep soon after, dreams were none. Nightmares were many.
Part 2: Looking
The police, the Williams, the town, and Jareth were looking for Sarah. No one had yet found her. As soon as a lead came, it left just as quickly. They had no clue to whom it was. A few thought it was Lionel. He was crazy and stole cats. Other possiblities were Jack Junior, Laughie Raffe, and then there was Ripper. He liked to mulitiate the body of his victim. Ripper had killed 15 people so far, all of which were girls and women. If he killed Sarah, it would be lucky 16 . . .
* * *
Jareth was going ballistic looking for Sarah. His crystals were absolutly no help. They only showed her when she was being beaten. That was the only time. It wouldn't show him where she was or who was holding her, or even when she was sleeping or alone. His mood swings got worse, nothing went near him. Even the goblins stayed away. Jareth was not happy. Not at all . . .
