Through a Child's Eyes

By: Neko-chan

Disclaimer: I don't own the Labyrinth.......so.....don't sue. ;รพ

A/N: I was working on The Labyrinth: Another Tale....The Sequel......and I thought of this as a story idea. I hope you like it! So....review and tell me what you think, okie? I want to know if I should continue. =^.^=



The small child yawned deeply and opened his eyes. Seeing that the sky was just barely touched with dawn's pastel colors, he burrowed deeper under the covers, intending to sleep for just a little while longer. Slowly, his eyes closed shut once again.

He was once again falling back asleep when a mocking laughter echoed throughout the castle. The child opened his eyes once more and sat up in bed, rubbing the sleep from them. "Daddy's at it again," he commented softly to himself. Looks like that girl finally managed to get through the Labyrinth..... he thought to himself, grimacing slightly at the memory of the whiny girl when his father had first told her to go through the Labyrinth to get the child back. All in all, Jareth hadn't really thought that this particular girl would solve the maze. She was ditzy, and the Labyrinth must have gone to the extreme to get her to the castle in time.

Climbing out of his huge four poster bed, Jareth beckoned to his clothes, making them fly towards him. Quickly, he dressed and ran out of his room, his small feet making a small pitter-patter as he ran down the marble corridors, knowing exactly where to find his father and that girl. And he was right. His father was in the Escher room, dressed in a white cape of owls' feathers and white silk. The girl stared at him wide-eyed, believing all of the nonsense that his father was spouting at her.

Jareth frowned and stood behind a limestone pillar, observing what was happening below. Love, indeed. His father loved and enjoyed manipulating the people who came to his Labyrinth, and it was so easy to manipulate the females who came. All his father had to do was start spouting verses of love and devotion. Of 'turning the world upside down......all for you.' Overall, Jareth thought that it was extremely amusing.

The girl's eyes misted over, and she stepped closer, completely forgetting about the little sister that she had wished here. Still the same. Once the Goblin King promised power and love, everyone who came here forgot all about the person that they had wished away. It was never different. After all, humans only cared for themselves, and damn anyone else who got in their way. Even if that person was only a child, no more than six months old.

Jareth's lip curled. Even though he was only five years old, he had already begun to despise humans. They were cruel, even more so than the goblins. At least the goblins retained a sense of loyalty to their King and each other. Humans felt no such loyalty. What was that saying that they always said? Oh, yes: Survival of the fittest. Complete rubbish, he thought, watching as the girl continued to fall under the spell that his father was weaving.

All too soon, the clock struck the thirteenth hour and the girl disappeared, returning back to her own time and world. The Goblin King gestured, and the baby that was left behind materialized in his hands. Rocking it, he smiled down at it, his smile cold and sinister. Jareth closed his eyes, and tried to shut out the noises as the baby transformed. This was the part that he hated the most.

And the baby began to turn grotesque, it's skin blackening and turning thick, it's eyes enlarging and turning acid yellow. It's nose lengthened and soon was covered in warts. It's hair became wiry and coarse, going every which way. It screamed, terrified of the transformation it was going through and the pain that shot through it's body and it's limbs lengthened. But, luckily, the transformation was soon done. And in his father's arms, instead of a child, there was a goblin.

Jareth smiled and stepped forward. It looked like he'd be getting a new playmate. This time, though, he'd have to remember not to through it in the Bog of Eternal Stench if it angered or annoyed him. Such a pity, after all.