Humph...I have been called an evil person because of a stupid cliffhanger.
Just for that I was tempted not to write for a few days. Same disclaimer
applies. You want to see it, go to chapter 2.
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Several explosions came from the castle at the center of the Labyrinth.
A few of the goblins looked and quickly went back to their work. When the
king was in that much of a rage, it was best to not attract his attention.
Even the most stupid of goblins knew that.
Jareth was livid. No one had ever made demands of him and remained unscated.
Unfortunately, he couldn't do anything to Sarah now. At least, not directly.
But what to do...
*The next day*
Sarah paced up and down her room. She had to have called Hoggle 20 times by
now. Still there was no respose from the dwarf. "Hoggle, where are you!!!"
Several moments passed and there still was no response. "It's not fair,"
Sarah wailed. Flopping back on her bed she heard a slight crinkle when her
head hit the pillow. Reaching under her head, she pulled out a stained piece
of parchment. She curiously looked at it and found some almost unreadable
handwriting on it.
Sarah
Jareth kawt me ceeing u. He is mad. If I talk to u he wil tos me in the
Bog. I wil rite wen safe.
Hoggle
Sarah groaned and burried her face in her pillow. From what little Hoggle
had written (and she groaned again at the spelling) the news that she wanted
to see Jareth without any of his usual tricks did not go well. What more
could she expect. She did turn him down flat and now she was making demands
of him. "Time for a different approach to it all," she murmered to herself.
However, she decided to think on in in a while. Right now, she could use
some relaxation. Sarah smiled to herself. With her parents gone, she could
do several of her favorite things. Long hot baths, acting, painting, she
started to relax just thinking about it. First things first. Painting.
Dragging her things out from under the bed, she set up everything in the
living room. The light was best here, but if Karen was home there was not a
snowball's chance in Hell Sarah was going to paint in there. However, Karen
was not home and the day was still young.
Jareth sat watching Sarah paint in one of his crystals. What she was painting
he was not yet sure. What was certain, she was begining to look to relaxed.
After Jareth had calmed down condsiderably (and had repaired the damaged walls
that he had blown to bits in his rage yesterday) he decided he would watch Sarah
to see if he could determine the reason she wished to speak with him. "Well
Sarah, what are you up to now?"
Sarah had carefully painted her canvas black. Letting her canvas dry for a
while, she pulled out one of her favorite plays. Much Ado About Nothing.
Sarah loved that book. After acting out a couple of her favorite scenes
she returned to her painting. Carefully she painted a large crystal sphere,
taking up almost the entire canvas. The clocked chimed 4 o'clock. Sarah
stood and streched. It had taken her 4 hours to get the crystal right.
She grinned to herself. Now for the best part. Running up to her room,
Sarah grabbed a box of chocolates, several candles, her portable stereo,
several CD's and a book called The Gryphon's Pearl. She then retreated to
the bathroom. Setting the candles up all around, and plugging her stereo in,
Sarah drew a very hot bubble bath. Sarah lit all of the candles, turned out
the bathroom lights, closed the curtens on the small window and proceeded to
undress.
Jareth quickly threw his crystal across the room when Sarah started to undress.
He then did something that he had not done in over six thousand years. He
blushed. "Damn," he muttered "I most certainly wasn't expecting that."
Sarah finished her dinner and looked out the window. The sun was beginning to set
the sky looked as if it was on fire. Grabbing her shoes, Sarah ran to the park.
Sitting on the bench where she practiced her Labyrinth secens, Sarah watched the
sun set. Not long after the sun went down, Sarah heard a voice come from under
the bench. "Psst, Sarah. It's me, Hoggle."
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Don't you guys love me? Hmmmm... I wonder why Hoggle is risking an obliete in the
center of the Bog of Eternal Stench? You people out there get to post some more
reviews so that I know I am doing well.
Just for that I was tempted not to write for a few days. Same disclaimer
applies. You want to see it, go to chapter 2.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------
Several explosions came from the castle at the center of the Labyrinth.
A few of the goblins looked and quickly went back to their work. When the
king was in that much of a rage, it was best to not attract his attention.
Even the most stupid of goblins knew that.
Jareth was livid. No one had ever made demands of him and remained unscated.
Unfortunately, he couldn't do anything to Sarah now. At least, not directly.
But what to do...
*The next day*
Sarah paced up and down her room. She had to have called Hoggle 20 times by
now. Still there was no respose from the dwarf. "Hoggle, where are you!!!"
Several moments passed and there still was no response. "It's not fair,"
Sarah wailed. Flopping back on her bed she heard a slight crinkle when her
head hit the pillow. Reaching under her head, she pulled out a stained piece
of parchment. She curiously looked at it and found some almost unreadable
handwriting on it.
Sarah
Jareth kawt me ceeing u. He is mad. If I talk to u he wil tos me in the
Bog. I wil rite wen safe.
Hoggle
Sarah groaned and burried her face in her pillow. From what little Hoggle
had written (and she groaned again at the spelling) the news that she wanted
to see Jareth without any of his usual tricks did not go well. What more
could she expect. She did turn him down flat and now she was making demands
of him. "Time for a different approach to it all," she murmered to herself.
However, she decided to think on in in a while. Right now, she could use
some relaxation. Sarah smiled to herself. With her parents gone, she could
do several of her favorite things. Long hot baths, acting, painting, she
started to relax just thinking about it. First things first. Painting.
Dragging her things out from under the bed, she set up everything in the
living room. The light was best here, but if Karen was home there was not a
snowball's chance in Hell Sarah was going to paint in there. However, Karen
was not home and the day was still young.
Jareth sat watching Sarah paint in one of his crystals. What she was painting
he was not yet sure. What was certain, she was begining to look to relaxed.
After Jareth had calmed down condsiderably (and had repaired the damaged walls
that he had blown to bits in his rage yesterday) he decided he would watch Sarah
to see if he could determine the reason she wished to speak with him. "Well
Sarah, what are you up to now?"
Sarah had carefully painted her canvas black. Letting her canvas dry for a
while, she pulled out one of her favorite plays. Much Ado About Nothing.
Sarah loved that book. After acting out a couple of her favorite scenes
she returned to her painting. Carefully she painted a large crystal sphere,
taking up almost the entire canvas. The clocked chimed 4 o'clock. Sarah
stood and streched. It had taken her 4 hours to get the crystal right.
She grinned to herself. Now for the best part. Running up to her room,
Sarah grabbed a box of chocolates, several candles, her portable stereo,
several CD's and a book called The Gryphon's Pearl. She then retreated to
the bathroom. Setting the candles up all around, and plugging her stereo in,
Sarah drew a very hot bubble bath. Sarah lit all of the candles, turned out
the bathroom lights, closed the curtens on the small window and proceeded to
undress.
Jareth quickly threw his crystal across the room when Sarah started to undress.
He then did something that he had not done in over six thousand years. He
blushed. "Damn," he muttered "I most certainly wasn't expecting that."
Sarah finished her dinner and looked out the window. The sun was beginning to set
the sky looked as if it was on fire. Grabbing her shoes, Sarah ran to the park.
Sitting on the bench where she practiced her Labyrinth secens, Sarah watched the
sun set. Not long after the sun went down, Sarah heard a voice come from under
the bench. "Psst, Sarah. It's me, Hoggle."
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Don't you guys love me? Hmmmm... I wonder why Hoggle is risking an obliete in the
center of the Bog of Eternal Stench? You people out there get to post some more
reviews so that I know I am doing well.