Who's Saving Who?
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Thank you so much my beautiful reviewers. You guys (and girls) rock. I have a hundred reviews! This is the first time ever I've reached a hundred reviews. (*Runs around the room in a victory lap*). Here's the next chapter; I hope it's not too confusing.
She couldn't breathe. The horribly masked dancers were all about her, cutting her off anyway she turned. Catching a glimpse of herself in the reflective surface of the she bubble she was trapped in, she gasped at her reflection. No longer was she dressed in the jeans and blouse that she had entered the Labyrinth with, as it was replaced with a glorious shimmering ball gown of lustrous pearl. Her hair was done up in with her long bangs pull back to the sides of head by shimmering strands of pearls. Curls of her long hair were draped around her bare shoulders.
Sarah felt somehow out of place. Suddenly she had found herself in a very adult situation and she was only fifteen. Wait, that's not right, her mind screamed at her, you're twenty-four not fifteen. Still her reflection showed her to be as she had been at fifteen. Turning her head away from the surface of the bubble, she pushed her way wearily through the crowd, trying to ignore the jealous frowns the women were giving her and the wolfish grins the men aimed at her.
Weaving her way through the throng, she spotted Jareth. Only he was wearing a hideous ivory mask, just like all the other dancers. Slowly he lowered it to reveal his perfectly sculpted face painted to perfection. His blue sequined suit fit him wonderfully. Walking purposefully towards her, he took her hand and led her into a slow waltz that was in time with the music. Suddenly the beautiful dream changed and no longer were the dancers friendly spectators.
They pulled Sarah out of Jareth's arms and led her away from him. "Wait, Jareth!" she cried desperately. Jareth appeared to be in the same predicament. In vain he tried to push the traitorous dancers away from him in order to get to her, but there were just too many. The sea of people led them further and further away from each other.
Accepting her fate, Sarah now turned around to look away from Jareth and in front of her stood Leach. His gruesome features were distorted beyond belief. With a fearful cry, Sarah had to look away. "Come, come, my dear," Mr. Leach practically slithered. "What's the matter, don't like what you see?" he asked in mock innocent. Hesitantly facing him again, Sarah gulped and replied, "You've changed." Glaring at her, he stalked closer to her, and grabbed her arm roughly.
Pulling her away from the other dancers, Leach led her into an awkward dance. Sarah kept squirming, trying to get away from his steel like grip. "It's not that bad is it?" he asked, his mouth right next to her ear. His rank breath repulsed Sarah, yet she was helpless to do anything about it. "Must you get so close?" she asked, grossed out.
Leach only leaned in closer, making Sarah even more uncomfortable. Struggling, she kept pulling back, trying to distance herself away from him. Seeing that Sarah was trying to get away, Leach leaned in and pulled her to him. Wanting to gag, Sarah could feel her body against his. Wishing Jareth would save her, she kept pulling away, but then Leach brought his hand to the back of her head and pressed his lips to her. She could his teeth mashed against hers, bruising her sensitive lips. Sarah turned completely still, not giving him the satisfaction of returning the kiss in the slightest.
Breaking away from the kiss after seeing that she wasn't going to give in, he stated, "That was about as much fun as kissing a corpse." Feeling her blood starting to boil and the color rising to her cheeks, Sarah pulled her hand from his and brought it across his cheek in blow. Not being very weak, Sarah could feel the imprint on her hand after it had happened. Leach put a hand to his cheek in startled pain, and Sarah, seeing her opportunity, turned and fled in the opposite direction.
Coming to the end of the bubble, Sarah spotted a chair. Picking up the chair, she flung it at the shell of the bubble, watching in gruesome fascination as it burst into shards of lethal glass. Hearing the dancer's screams mingled with Leach's, Sarah felt a sense of relief flood her senses.
Waking up in a cold sweat, Sarah looked about the darkened room frantically. Jareth, feeling Sarah bolt upright in bed, sat up next to her and rubbed her back. "What's wrong?" he asked still half asleep. Shaking her head, Sarah's breathing and pulse slowed back to normal. "Nothing," she said shakily. "It was just a dream," she said more to herself than to him.
"Want to talk about it?" he asked rubbing his eyes. "No," Sarah said, "just go back to bed." Complying with her wishes, Jareth lied back down and fell asleep instantly. Sarah fit gratefully into his arms, but sleep didn't come easily for her. She feared falling back into sleep, knowing that Leach was waiting for her. Slowly, she drew circles on Jareth's muscled chest, listening to his peaceful breathing.
Rising after awhile, as she didn't want to disturb Jareth with her restlessness, and she pulled on a black silk robe and roamed the hall for the first time in what would be a series of sleepless nights.
Thanks for reading! Please review if you feel like it. By the way I already have the plot figured out for my next story, and it's very sad. But, I hope you like that one too. See ya.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the computer I typed this on.
Thank you so much my beautiful reviewers. You guys (and girls) rock. I have a hundred reviews! This is the first time ever I've reached a hundred reviews. (*Runs around the room in a victory lap*). Here's the next chapter; I hope it's not too confusing.
She couldn't breathe. The horribly masked dancers were all about her, cutting her off anyway she turned. Catching a glimpse of herself in the reflective surface of the she bubble she was trapped in, she gasped at her reflection. No longer was she dressed in the jeans and blouse that she had entered the Labyrinth with, as it was replaced with a glorious shimmering ball gown of lustrous pearl. Her hair was done up in with her long bangs pull back to the sides of head by shimmering strands of pearls. Curls of her long hair were draped around her bare shoulders.
Sarah felt somehow out of place. Suddenly she had found herself in a very adult situation and she was only fifteen. Wait, that's not right, her mind screamed at her, you're twenty-four not fifteen. Still her reflection showed her to be as she had been at fifteen. Turning her head away from the surface of the bubble, she pushed her way wearily through the crowd, trying to ignore the jealous frowns the women were giving her and the wolfish grins the men aimed at her.
Weaving her way through the throng, she spotted Jareth. Only he was wearing a hideous ivory mask, just like all the other dancers. Slowly he lowered it to reveal his perfectly sculpted face painted to perfection. His blue sequined suit fit him wonderfully. Walking purposefully towards her, he took her hand and led her into a slow waltz that was in time with the music. Suddenly the beautiful dream changed and no longer were the dancers friendly spectators.
They pulled Sarah out of Jareth's arms and led her away from him. "Wait, Jareth!" she cried desperately. Jareth appeared to be in the same predicament. In vain he tried to push the traitorous dancers away from him in order to get to her, but there were just too many. The sea of people led them further and further away from each other.
Accepting her fate, Sarah now turned around to look away from Jareth and in front of her stood Leach. His gruesome features were distorted beyond belief. With a fearful cry, Sarah had to look away. "Come, come, my dear," Mr. Leach practically slithered. "What's the matter, don't like what you see?" he asked in mock innocent. Hesitantly facing him again, Sarah gulped and replied, "You've changed." Glaring at her, he stalked closer to her, and grabbed her arm roughly.
Pulling her away from the other dancers, Leach led her into an awkward dance. Sarah kept squirming, trying to get away from his steel like grip. "It's not that bad is it?" he asked, his mouth right next to her ear. His rank breath repulsed Sarah, yet she was helpless to do anything about it. "Must you get so close?" she asked, grossed out.
Leach only leaned in closer, making Sarah even more uncomfortable. Struggling, she kept pulling back, trying to distance herself away from him. Seeing that Sarah was trying to get away, Leach leaned in and pulled her to him. Wanting to gag, Sarah could feel her body against his. Wishing Jareth would save her, she kept pulling away, but then Leach brought his hand to the back of her head and pressed his lips to her. She could his teeth mashed against hers, bruising her sensitive lips. Sarah turned completely still, not giving him the satisfaction of returning the kiss in the slightest.
Breaking away from the kiss after seeing that she wasn't going to give in, he stated, "That was about as much fun as kissing a corpse." Feeling her blood starting to boil and the color rising to her cheeks, Sarah pulled her hand from his and brought it across his cheek in blow. Not being very weak, Sarah could feel the imprint on her hand after it had happened. Leach put a hand to his cheek in startled pain, and Sarah, seeing her opportunity, turned and fled in the opposite direction.
Coming to the end of the bubble, Sarah spotted a chair. Picking up the chair, she flung it at the shell of the bubble, watching in gruesome fascination as it burst into shards of lethal glass. Hearing the dancer's screams mingled with Leach's, Sarah felt a sense of relief flood her senses.
Waking up in a cold sweat, Sarah looked about the darkened room frantically. Jareth, feeling Sarah bolt upright in bed, sat up next to her and rubbed her back. "What's wrong?" he asked still half asleep. Shaking her head, Sarah's breathing and pulse slowed back to normal. "Nothing," she said shakily. "It was just a dream," she said more to herself than to him.
"Want to talk about it?" he asked rubbing his eyes. "No," Sarah said, "just go back to bed." Complying with her wishes, Jareth lied back down and fell asleep instantly. Sarah fit gratefully into his arms, but sleep didn't come easily for her. She feared falling back into sleep, knowing that Leach was waiting for her. Slowly, she drew circles on Jareth's muscled chest, listening to his peaceful breathing.
Rising after awhile, as she didn't want to disturb Jareth with her restlessness, and she pulled on a black silk robe and roamed the hall for the first time in what would be a series of sleepless nights.
Thanks for reading! Please review if you feel like it. By the way I already have the plot figured out for my next story, and it's very sad. But, I hope you like that one too. See ya.