Baby Brother
Disclaimer: I own nothing except my computer, and I definitely don't own Labyrinth.
Summary: Toby is kidnapped and then brutally killed by a criminal that's let out of prison and on parole. Sarah is baby-sitting Toby when it happens, and feels overwhelmed with guilt and grief. Seeing no other option, she goes after Toby's killer, but that seems impossible in itself. Calling upon the Goblin King once again for help, she learns a few things about life and love she never would've expected. Also that life just isn't fair no matter what.
Author's Note: OK, just a warning, this story is violent and very sad at some parts. If you can't stand violence and adult situations then I suggest that you don't read this story.
Letting her anger subside along with her despair, which still lingered slightly, Sarah stood slowly on her quaking legs. Reaching up to the now demolished medicine cabinet, she couldn't help but glance in the mirror fragments left clinging to the cabinet. Clutching the towel tighter to her shaking form, she turned slowly to face whomever was behind her. Only the wall met her apprehensive gaze. Letting out a sigh of relief, and then turning back around, Sarah gave a small shriek of surprise.
Standing in front of her in his all glorious yet mocking manner was the Goblin King. His hands were fisted and resting on his hips that were clad in black form fitting tights. Behind his back a black sparkling cape fluttered lightly in the nonexistent breeze. Gulping in nervousness, Sarah took a few steps backwards. Jareth took this opportunity to look her over with a predatory gaze. The towel she had wrapped tightly around her left little to the imagination. His brows knitted together when his gaze rested on Sarah's cuts and scratches adorning her wrists and hands.
Jareth took a step closer to her and gave her a disapproving look. "What have you done now?" he asked vaguely. Sarah wasn't sure if he meant the cuts all over her arms or the fact that she had probably just wished away the man that had taken her baby brother. Looking down to the floor sheepishly Sarah replied bluntly, "I cut myself." Jareth said, "Yes, I can see that." Turning towards the medicine cabinet, he opened it and grabbed some bandages and ointment and handed it to her. "Thanks," she said swallowing back the lump in her throat.
Sarah walked past him to sit on the toilet seat and she started to apply ointment to all of her cuts. This left her with a problem however. Her hands were now all covered in ointment, so she had no way to get the bandages on her cuts. Seeing her predicament, Jareth sank to his knees beside her and took the bandages from her and covered her wounds with them. "Thank you," Sarah said politely in a sad manner. Jareth could sense the deep sense of tragedy that was reflected in her eyes.
Standing, Jareth said in exasperation, "I heard your wish, Sarah. However, I have made an exception. I had to take the man that took your brother because you wished it, but I will not make you run the labyrinth if you do not wish. Whatever you do is up to you. Make your decision wisely, but quickly for time waits for no one."
Mulling it over, Sarah spoke softly. "What if you took me to the labyrinth so I could confront him. Would that work?" Scratching his chin in thought, Jareth ran a hand through his hair. "I'm not supposed to do that, but I think I can bend the rules a bit," he said as he conjured a crystal. Letting it drop to the floor, smoke surrounded them both and they were transported to the castle beyond the Goblin City.
~*~
Charley Wyman, was born and raised in a small town somewhere in Texas. His mother had been a waitress at a small country diner. Charley was the younger of two children. His father, William Wyman, had left his family when Charley was five. Not really having a father for most of his life, and with his older brother being a good ten years older than he, Charley had gone through life without supervision and as a loner. It seemed to him that he had always been on his own, with the exception of his mother, of course.
But, all that changed when his mother died of breast cancer when he was barely ten. His older brother, Danny, was then left to take care of his younger brother and himself. Maybe this made him resentful of his younger brother, but whatever the reason, the two brothers were never close, and Charley always found himself wanting for companionship.
The lack of friends and role models led Charley to a life of vagrancy and criminal behavior. Charley had never taken a life, until he turned nineteen. One day, something in his mind snapped, never to be repaired, and he had killed his own brother. Then, he turned on other people. Whenever the rage came upon him, there was nothing he could do. His acts were almost somehow animalistic in that it was pure instinct and almost no thought.
He had gotten away with it, too, until one day he had gotten caught raping a young girl in her home. The neighbor's must've heard her shouts because the police arrived and carted him off to jail. But, they weren't able to link him to the string of murders he had left behind. So, he was let out on parole due to good behavior. He had found a job in a nice suburban neighborhood where he thought he could work as a gardener. Everything had gone well until that little boy, that annoying little boy had started to mock him.
Not really having much himself growing up, and when he saw all that spoiled little brat had, Charley's rage consumed him. He had never killed a child before, but what was done was done. That led him to be on the run again, as he had been for most of his life.
But, while he was driving as far away as he could a few weeks after he had killed that little boy, he found himself in a strange world unlike anything he had ever seen. Not knowing how he got there, and not knowing how to leave, he made the best of it and explored the world around him. Odd creatures and foreign landscapes surrounded him. At first he was a little frightened, but then he realized nothing could happen to him. Here he was invincible. Until he fell down a hole in the ground that had appeared out of nowhere. Now, he sat there pondering all the turns his life had taken up till this point.
Thanks again to everyone that's been reading as well as reviewing! I really do appreciate it. I can't believe how welcomed this story had been so far. I thought it would be a little controversial, but I'm glad no one's been upset that much over it, because that wasn't my intent. I tried to make this chapter a little longer, but it's hard to write because there's so many things I have to do. But, I'll leave you alone now. Thanks again!
Disclaimer: I own nothing except my computer, and I definitely don't own Labyrinth.
Summary: Toby is kidnapped and then brutally killed by a criminal that's let out of prison and on parole. Sarah is baby-sitting Toby when it happens, and feels overwhelmed with guilt and grief. Seeing no other option, she goes after Toby's killer, but that seems impossible in itself. Calling upon the Goblin King once again for help, she learns a few things about life and love she never would've expected. Also that life just isn't fair no matter what.
Author's Note: OK, just a warning, this story is violent and very sad at some parts. If you can't stand violence and adult situations then I suggest that you don't read this story.
Letting her anger subside along with her despair, which still lingered slightly, Sarah stood slowly on her quaking legs. Reaching up to the now demolished medicine cabinet, she couldn't help but glance in the mirror fragments left clinging to the cabinet. Clutching the towel tighter to her shaking form, she turned slowly to face whomever was behind her. Only the wall met her apprehensive gaze. Letting out a sigh of relief, and then turning back around, Sarah gave a small shriek of surprise.
Standing in front of her in his all glorious yet mocking manner was the Goblin King. His hands were fisted and resting on his hips that were clad in black form fitting tights. Behind his back a black sparkling cape fluttered lightly in the nonexistent breeze. Gulping in nervousness, Sarah took a few steps backwards. Jareth took this opportunity to look her over with a predatory gaze. The towel she had wrapped tightly around her left little to the imagination. His brows knitted together when his gaze rested on Sarah's cuts and scratches adorning her wrists and hands.
Jareth took a step closer to her and gave her a disapproving look. "What have you done now?" he asked vaguely. Sarah wasn't sure if he meant the cuts all over her arms or the fact that she had probably just wished away the man that had taken her baby brother. Looking down to the floor sheepishly Sarah replied bluntly, "I cut myself." Jareth said, "Yes, I can see that." Turning towards the medicine cabinet, he opened it and grabbed some bandages and ointment and handed it to her. "Thanks," she said swallowing back the lump in her throat.
Sarah walked past him to sit on the toilet seat and she started to apply ointment to all of her cuts. This left her with a problem however. Her hands were now all covered in ointment, so she had no way to get the bandages on her cuts. Seeing her predicament, Jareth sank to his knees beside her and took the bandages from her and covered her wounds with them. "Thank you," Sarah said politely in a sad manner. Jareth could sense the deep sense of tragedy that was reflected in her eyes.
Standing, Jareth said in exasperation, "I heard your wish, Sarah. However, I have made an exception. I had to take the man that took your brother because you wished it, but I will not make you run the labyrinth if you do not wish. Whatever you do is up to you. Make your decision wisely, but quickly for time waits for no one."
Mulling it over, Sarah spoke softly. "What if you took me to the labyrinth so I could confront him. Would that work?" Scratching his chin in thought, Jareth ran a hand through his hair. "I'm not supposed to do that, but I think I can bend the rules a bit," he said as he conjured a crystal. Letting it drop to the floor, smoke surrounded them both and they were transported to the castle beyond the Goblin City.
~*~
Charley Wyman, was born and raised in a small town somewhere in Texas. His mother had been a waitress at a small country diner. Charley was the younger of two children. His father, William Wyman, had left his family when Charley was five. Not really having a father for most of his life, and with his older brother being a good ten years older than he, Charley had gone through life without supervision and as a loner. It seemed to him that he had always been on his own, with the exception of his mother, of course.
But, all that changed when his mother died of breast cancer when he was barely ten. His older brother, Danny, was then left to take care of his younger brother and himself. Maybe this made him resentful of his younger brother, but whatever the reason, the two brothers were never close, and Charley always found himself wanting for companionship.
The lack of friends and role models led Charley to a life of vagrancy and criminal behavior. Charley had never taken a life, until he turned nineteen. One day, something in his mind snapped, never to be repaired, and he had killed his own brother. Then, he turned on other people. Whenever the rage came upon him, there was nothing he could do. His acts were almost somehow animalistic in that it was pure instinct and almost no thought.
He had gotten away with it, too, until one day he had gotten caught raping a young girl in her home. The neighbor's must've heard her shouts because the police arrived and carted him off to jail. But, they weren't able to link him to the string of murders he had left behind. So, he was let out on parole due to good behavior. He had found a job in a nice suburban neighborhood where he thought he could work as a gardener. Everything had gone well until that little boy, that annoying little boy had started to mock him.
Not really having much himself growing up, and when he saw all that spoiled little brat had, Charley's rage consumed him. He had never killed a child before, but what was done was done. That led him to be on the run again, as he had been for most of his life.
But, while he was driving as far away as he could a few weeks after he had killed that little boy, he found himself in a strange world unlike anything he had ever seen. Not knowing how he got there, and not knowing how to leave, he made the best of it and explored the world around him. Odd creatures and foreign landscapes surrounded him. At first he was a little frightened, but then he realized nothing could happen to him. Here he was invincible. Until he fell down a hole in the ground that had appeared out of nowhere. Now, he sat there pondering all the turns his life had taken up till this point.
Thanks again to everyone that's been reading as well as reviewing! I really do appreciate it. I can't believe how welcomed this story had been so far. I thought it would be a little controversial, but I'm glad no one's been upset that much over it, because that wasn't my intent. I tried to make this chapter a little longer, but it's hard to write because there's so many things I have to do. But, I'll leave you alone now. Thanks again!