"The door won't budge!" Ben smiled at her smugly, scratching his head and
rattling several chains in the process.
"You give up too easily!" Colette called back to him, kicking the door
hard for a fourth time.
"I'm just right! Told you, told you that you couldn't defeat him!"
"Shut-up!"
There was damp and spiders everywhere; it seemed that Jareth had unknowingly found Colette's fear, but not her weakness.
Emily lay on the bed, still hot and bothered from what had just happened, a pain raging through when she thought how weak she was and what Jareth must be doing to her friends.
He had probably done the same to Carol and killed Colette or something, she didn't seem the type to give in to his romantic side.
Colette sat by Ben's feet and sighed. He listened intently as he heard sweet words come from her mouth and she chanted to keep herself sane. "Riu Riu Chiu la badari vara, Riu Riu Chiu la badari vara." "What's that?" He asked wistfully from his chained state. "Spanish." she continued chanting, closing her eyes and feeling the power of the words. Clutched in her hand she held a small crucifix on a chain, which aided in banished her own demons before she would challenge those of Jareth.
Carol knew that she had to be strong, she had to find a way to escape, to show him that she couldn't be beaten. There must be a reason why he was tormenting her this way, putting off that vital moment until the very last second.
"Hey I remembered something." Ben remembered something, "What now?" "Jareth.I know why he's doing this." "Why?"
"It's February right? Leap year right? He has a chance to boost his power." "How?"
"It worked for the likes of Lucifer. You have to find a friendship as strong as steel and virgin pure, and break it with love. There are technicalities." "What.what?"
"Well, he must make love to one of them, two days before the 29th, then make love to the other on the 29th.then he will have all the power he needs." "But it's already the 28th.that means he's already." Colette panicked. Ben just gave a solemn nod and looked up towards the floors above.
Every minute seemed an hour, dragging itself wearily by. There was the sound of music, which echoed around the empty halls and corridors. The goblins were rejoicing, soon they would be the servants of a man whose powers were as great as Lucifer, and just as deadly. He would no longer be lord of the Underground, but lord of the world. There was no way to stop him.
"There must be a way to stop him." Colette paced the floor, struggling to see in the dark. "There is no way!" A voice came from behind her. She knew who it was immediately and looked to find piercing eyes. "There is.I'll find it." She promised. He gave a sharp click of his fingers and there was light. He wore a smug smile and grinned fiendishly. "You're not attracted to me at all are you?" "Nope!" Colette beamed back, "Why?" "Well, you're too domineering for a start, you're moody, bossy, old." she gained a sharp slap for that one. "See!" She hissed, rubbing her jaw. "You can't stop me, I'm halfway there already." He purred, pointing to the floor above, "A magnificent lay," he smiled, looking round to greet his brother's pitifully miserable face. "You're just a big-headed pervert," Colette spoke confidently, ducking this time when his hand whistled towards her. He grew angered but admired her spirit. She gave him a winning smile and her confidence felt threatening. "I.I'll offer you a deal." he began.
Carol was so bored, she could feel her jaw setting and her mind slowly going numb. The dripping was still pounding and she heard every noise that echoed around that miserable room. Then suddenly she heard a foreign noise and she turned to see the door swing open energetically. She knew it was probably another trick, but she would have done anything to get out of the room. In one leaping bound, she left the room. The corridors were long; not like she remembered and they were dark, dank and menacing. There was door after door after door, each locked. She couldn't actually see an end to the corridor, then suddenly she saw a shaft of light breaking through the corridor, and she ran towards it. She peered in through the door and saw a large banquet table laid out with immense preparations. There was one lone figure at the head of the table and he beckoned her. Jareth was dressed in his best dinner outfit, looking the most handsome, yet terrifyingly evil he had been since she first met him. Looking down she noticed that she was no longer
wearing what she had arrived in, but a beautiful dinner gown. She looked up at him and blushed.
"What's all this for?" She asked meekly. "All for you, just for you.you didn't think I'd hurt you did you?" She shook her head, even though she didn't mean to and sat down near his side. "I never thought I'd meet you, not like this, this kind of stuff just happens in fiction," she murmured
"I'm flattered, so does that make me your Prince Charming?" She looked to the floor, could she really tell him that she loved him, or did she love him? Was it just lust and adolescent stupidity? "Be honest to yourself Carol," He smiled, running a long cold finger along her jawline.
"Where's Emily.and Colette?" "They're safe, Emily was honest to herself and Colette? Well, she's made up her own mind." "What do you mean?" "You'll find out soon enough." Jareth stretched out luxuriously, always quick with his answers.
A meagre looking boy with black hair crept in with a plate of luscious food and placed it before Carol, followed by an identical boy, carrying an identical meal for Jareth. "Tuck in my dear," He gloated, "You'll need the energy." They ate silent. Carol could only feel the overwhelming presence that was Jareth and left as low as the dirt on his shoe, not having the confidence to even look at him, how could she? He was so powerful held her life in his hand. She was ravenous, but tried not to let it show, forcing herself to eat slowly, despite her hunger. Jareth was soon finished and he looked smug. He watched the quiet mouse before him pick helplessly at the food before her and somewhere, deep in that stone body with iron organs, his heart skipped a beat. He felt it and knew what it was. What a time to feel pity for this creature, he thought.
There was damp and spiders everywhere; it seemed that Jareth had unknowingly found Colette's fear, but not her weakness.
Emily lay on the bed, still hot and bothered from what had just happened, a pain raging through when she thought how weak she was and what Jareth must be doing to her friends.
He had probably done the same to Carol and killed Colette or something, she didn't seem the type to give in to his romantic side.
Colette sat by Ben's feet and sighed. He listened intently as he heard sweet words come from her mouth and she chanted to keep herself sane. "Riu Riu Chiu la badari vara, Riu Riu Chiu la badari vara." "What's that?" He asked wistfully from his chained state. "Spanish." she continued chanting, closing her eyes and feeling the power of the words. Clutched in her hand she held a small crucifix on a chain, which aided in banished her own demons before she would challenge those of Jareth.
Carol knew that she had to be strong, she had to find a way to escape, to show him that she couldn't be beaten. There must be a reason why he was tormenting her this way, putting off that vital moment until the very last second.
"Hey I remembered something." Ben remembered something, "What now?" "Jareth.I know why he's doing this." "Why?"
"It's February right? Leap year right? He has a chance to boost his power." "How?"
"It worked for the likes of Lucifer. You have to find a friendship as strong as steel and virgin pure, and break it with love. There are technicalities." "What.what?"
"Well, he must make love to one of them, two days before the 29th, then make love to the other on the 29th.then he will have all the power he needs." "But it's already the 28th.that means he's already." Colette panicked. Ben just gave a solemn nod and looked up towards the floors above.
Every minute seemed an hour, dragging itself wearily by. There was the sound of music, which echoed around the empty halls and corridors. The goblins were rejoicing, soon they would be the servants of a man whose powers were as great as Lucifer, and just as deadly. He would no longer be lord of the Underground, but lord of the world. There was no way to stop him.
"There must be a way to stop him." Colette paced the floor, struggling to see in the dark. "There is no way!" A voice came from behind her. She knew who it was immediately and looked to find piercing eyes. "There is.I'll find it." She promised. He gave a sharp click of his fingers and there was light. He wore a smug smile and grinned fiendishly. "You're not attracted to me at all are you?" "Nope!" Colette beamed back, "Why?" "Well, you're too domineering for a start, you're moody, bossy, old." she gained a sharp slap for that one. "See!" She hissed, rubbing her jaw. "You can't stop me, I'm halfway there already." He purred, pointing to the floor above, "A magnificent lay," he smiled, looking round to greet his brother's pitifully miserable face. "You're just a big-headed pervert," Colette spoke confidently, ducking this time when his hand whistled towards her. He grew angered but admired her spirit. She gave him a winning smile and her confidence felt threatening. "I.I'll offer you a deal." he began.
Carol was so bored, she could feel her jaw setting and her mind slowly going numb. The dripping was still pounding and she heard every noise that echoed around that miserable room. Then suddenly she heard a foreign noise and she turned to see the door swing open energetically. She knew it was probably another trick, but she would have done anything to get out of the room. In one leaping bound, she left the room. The corridors were long; not like she remembered and they were dark, dank and menacing. There was door after door after door, each locked. She couldn't actually see an end to the corridor, then suddenly she saw a shaft of light breaking through the corridor, and she ran towards it. She peered in through the door and saw a large banquet table laid out with immense preparations. There was one lone figure at the head of the table and he beckoned her. Jareth was dressed in his best dinner outfit, looking the most handsome, yet terrifyingly evil he had been since she first met him. Looking down she noticed that she was no longer
wearing what she had arrived in, but a beautiful dinner gown. She looked up at him and blushed.
"What's all this for?" She asked meekly. "All for you, just for you.you didn't think I'd hurt you did you?" She shook her head, even though she didn't mean to and sat down near his side. "I never thought I'd meet you, not like this, this kind of stuff just happens in fiction," she murmured
"I'm flattered, so does that make me your Prince Charming?" She looked to the floor, could she really tell him that she loved him, or did she love him? Was it just lust and adolescent stupidity? "Be honest to yourself Carol," He smiled, running a long cold finger along her jawline.
"Where's Emily.and Colette?" "They're safe, Emily was honest to herself and Colette? Well, she's made up her own mind." "What do you mean?" "You'll find out soon enough." Jareth stretched out luxuriously, always quick with his answers.
A meagre looking boy with black hair crept in with a plate of luscious food and placed it before Carol, followed by an identical boy, carrying an identical meal for Jareth. "Tuck in my dear," He gloated, "You'll need the energy." They ate silent. Carol could only feel the overwhelming presence that was Jareth and left as low as the dirt on his shoe, not having the confidence to even look at him, how could she? He was so powerful held her life in his hand. She was ravenous, but tried not to let it show, forcing herself to eat slowly, despite her hunger. Jareth was soon finished and he looked smug. He watched the quiet mouse before him pick helplessly at the food before her and somewhere, deep in that stone body with iron organs, his heart skipped a beat. He felt it and knew what it was. What a time to feel pity for this creature, he thought.