Disclaimer: I do not own the Labyrinth or any of its characters.

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"Oh, really, Sarah." The Gobin King grinned. "How about I show you exactly HOW much power I have over you?"

Jareth waved his hand, and a crystal appeared in his black, gloved fingers. He smiled evilly, and then turned and threw the crystal against the wall as hard as he could. The floor beneath Sarah began to shake. She fell to her knees becuase of the ground's violent rumblings.

A padded wall fell down, leaving a cloud of dust. Then the next wall fell, and te hnext, and the next. Soon she was enshrouded with dust, and coughing hard. Son the dust settled, and she raised her head.

Sarah gasped with shock. She was suspended in a cage above the Goblin city. She turned her head, and Jareth's smirk was as large as ever. "What?"

"No, my Sarah. This is not an illusion. This is your life."

She grew red with anger, and charged at him. "What have you done to me?"

He held her off at arm's leangth. "What I should have done months ago. You see, Sarah, this was all a game to me. And I was the creator of this game that you played so very well."

"You ASSHOLE."

"Sarah, Sarah, you shouldn't speak to your Master like that."

"The doctors at the Institution will notice-"

"What doctors, Sarah?"

She opened her mouth, then shut it. He grinned again, and went on. "There were no doctors, Sarah. There never were. The institution never existed."

Sarah was dumbfounded. "I do not understand."

The King explained. "It was quite brilliant on my part, actually. You see, this was all a set-up. No one defies the Goblin King without getting his or her comptetance.

"It began with myself putting the idea of you talking crazy things about Goblins in your parent's heads. If you'll remember correctly, Sarah, you never said anything about Goblins to your parents. You should pay more atention to details. "

"I-" Jareth held up his hand. "

"Please, Sarah. I'm getting to the good part.

"Dr. Hotch and the guards were some of my so-called minions. I provoked you into acting the way you did so the guards would have an excuse, in your mind, to tranquilize you. While you were tranquilized, we brought you here. To your new home."

"What about my parents? They'll look for me! They'll-"

Jareth sighed. "Sarah, Sarah. Don't you think I'll take better precautions then that? When you entered the so-called 'mental institution', your parents signed a waiver for you to be in my total custody. They gave you up, Sarah.

"Furthermore, I erased all memory of you from their minds. To them, they never had a daughter named Sarah. To them, you never existed. If you were suddenly infront of them, they wouldn't be able to tell you from the next person on the street. You are nothing in that world, Sarah. Here, you are my prize, my trophy.

"But that doensn't mean you are anything here, either, Sarah. You are a toy, Sarah, and toys sometimes get...broken." He laughed a cruel laugh as tears slid down her cheeks.

"Oh, now, Sarah. Don't cry. It won't do anything for you." He backed up to the bars of the cage.

"I have business to do, now, Sarah. Get comfortable in your new home. You are goingto be here for a VERY long time."

And he disappeared with a cruel laugh, leaving Sarah more alone then she had ever been in her entire life."

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So? You like? That's it. I'm thinking of writing a sequel, I got a good idea or two, tell me if I should. I kinda want to, cause this story is pretty short... well, R&R, please! Tell me what you think!