Baby Brother
Disclaimer: I own nothing except my computer, and I definitely don't own Labyrinth.
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.
Sarah's eyes fluttered open and she looked around in a cold sweat. Jareth loomed over her with concern reflected in his eyes. Sarah took a deep breath and sat up slowly. Looking around she noticed that no one was left in the courtroom. "Did we lose?" she asked meekly. Jareth chuckled and replied, "No love, they convened for a break. You've only been out for a couple of minutes. Do you want to wait here or the castle?" Thinking it over, Sarah said, "Here is fine. Besides my stomach is starting to act up."
Jareth raised an eyebrow at that one but kept his mouth shut and helped Sarah to stand. Her knees being weak, she allowed Jareth to support her. "Did I miss anything?" she asked. Knowing what she meant, Jareth answered, "No." He suppressed the overwhelming urge to tell her of her pregnancy. Jareth didn't like keeping things from Sarah, but in this case it was for her own good. "It might take a while for them to return. Are you sure that you don't want to return home for a moment." Shaking her head and saying that she was fine here, Jareth frowned.
He didn't think staying here was helping her nerves. But, he consented anyway because he found it hard to deny her wishes. They sat together holding hands and waiting in a comfortable silence. Two hours passed, and the doors opened behind the benches and in walked the judge. The audience reappeared looking refreshed and eager to know the verdict. But no person was more eager than Sarah was.
Sarah prayed and pleaded silently with whatever god there was that they got a guilty verdict and severe punishment. Then in walked a grave looking Charley and a satisfied Anaoshak. They sat in their same seats. The silence in the room was thick enough to be cut with a knife. Baiting her breath, Sarah wanted to ask what the verdict was and get it over with. Then, Aiserf entered the room looking disheveled and took her place in the same wooden chair. Sarah wondered what had delayed the old woman.
The chief judge stood and addressed the court in front of him with a cold and unfaltering gaze. "At this time the judges feel that a great injustice has been done to a mortal and to her dearly departed brother. We condemn the mortal Charley to a life sentence in the inescapable Prison of Xyphe, and Anaoshak the immortal to three days of torture and probation." Without fanfare, the six judges stood and left the room without glancing back or saying a word to Sarah. Charley and Anaoshak were led through separate doors.
Slightly disappointed that they hadn't gotten a death sentence, Sarah stretched and walked over to Aiserf. Jareth wasn't far behind. Sarah knew right away that something was amiss from the look on her face. "What is it. What's wrong?" she asked. Troubled, Aiserf replied, "The mortal Charley is keeping something from us, something else he feels guilty about. I can't pinpoint what it is. But, don't worry my dear it's probably nothing to worry about." She gave Sarah a small smile that was supposed to be reassuring, but all it did was fill Sarah with a deep sense of dread.
Jareth and Sarah both thanked Aiserf again profusely for her help, and returned to the castle, both in a daze of thought. The two men that had deserved death didn't get it. Wanting to scream and throw something, instead Sarah did the only thing that she knew would make her feel better. She sat at Jareth's desk and opened a journal that Jareth had given her and started to write down furiously all her dark thoughts and feelings.
Leaving the room to let Sarah alone with her thoughts, he walked to his throne room and plopped down into his inviting throne. Letting his body relax, Jareth rubbed his temples trying to relieve the throbbing in his head. With every breath his headache seemed to increase. Almost instantly he feel asleep upright in his throne with his chin tucked to his chest. All the stress and lack of sleep lately had caught up with him.
Sarah, finally venting all of her bottled up anger and hurt, left the solitude of Jareth's study. Searching about the castle, Sarah looked for Jareth. Then it occurred to her that he was more than likely in his throne room. Sarah smiled lovingly and a bit guiltily as she saw her baby sleeping upright in a not so comfortable throne. That's when Sarah started to find that in the palm of his hand he held a crystal. He must've conjured it and forgotten to banish it. Taking advantage of her the only opportunity that she may get to question Charley further, Sarah grasped the crystal firmly in her hand and pulled gently.
Satisfied that Jareth wasn't going to awaken; Sarah then looked around the room and found Jareth's secret curtain. Behind it was a multitude of different weapons. Sarah unlatched a sword and sheath from the wall and tied it around her waist. If she was going to make Charley confess she would need some way to threaten him, no matter how brutal.
Holding the crystal in her palm and clutching it to her chest, Sarah desperately wished for it to take her to the Prison of Xyphe and it did. The dark and dank smell of a jail cell was a rude awakening to Sarah's stomach. She doubled over, but then righted immediately as a sound alerted her. In the dim moonlight streaming through the barred window was Charley slumped against the wall and looking dazed.
Making use of the situation, Sarah drew the sword and pressed the lethal point to his throat without mercy. Coldly she said, "I believe you have something you want to tell me." Chuckling a little madly, Charley asked, "Are you an angel of mercy come to kill me?" In the moonlight Charley couldn't help to think that she looked like one. Sarah smirked and said, "It depends if you tell me what I want to know. There's something that you kept from me today. Something that you shouldn't have. I think I have a right to know."
Charley cackled. "You think you deserve to know do you? Well then, first I'll tell you how I killed your brother. After I threw him into the back of the truck, I drove around for a while, but then I realized if someone recognized the make of the truck that it would give it away immediately if I had a half conscious kid riding in the back. So, I pulled over to the side of the road and got out. You're brother was awake and moaning and crying out, 'Sarah! Sarah!' I told him something, and he stopped and looked at me with those wide eyes of his, and then I picked a large rock beside the truck tire and smashed his head in with it."
Tears streaming down her cheeks, Sarah put more pressure against his throat, but not enough to kill him just yet. But, just enough to worry him. "What did you say to him," Sarah demanded icily. Charley hesitated and looked away. Growling deep in her throat and feeling a sense of rage she had never felt before, Sarah pushed a little harder with the sword. "OK!" Charley squealed like a cornered pig. "I told him.I told him, 'Sarah told me to kill you.'"
Sarah gasped in shock and anger. Cheeks burning and chest heaving, Sarah closed her eyes and let her hand fly forward, bringing the sword straight through Charley's throat. So far that it bounced off the wall behind him. Without opening her eyes so that she wouldn't have to see his cold and lifeless stare, Sarah conjured herself back to the castle, and slumped to the floor gratefully, emotionally exhausted.
Thanks for reading! Please review! Oh and that plot twist at the end was sadly not mine. It was taken from a book called "The Truth Machine." Not sure if anyone here had read it, but it's what made me want to write this fic. It's good, I'd encourage anyone here to read it. Thanks again!
Disclaimer: I own nothing except my computer, and I definitely don't own Labyrinth.
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.
Sarah's eyes fluttered open and she looked around in a cold sweat. Jareth loomed over her with concern reflected in his eyes. Sarah took a deep breath and sat up slowly. Looking around she noticed that no one was left in the courtroom. "Did we lose?" she asked meekly. Jareth chuckled and replied, "No love, they convened for a break. You've only been out for a couple of minutes. Do you want to wait here or the castle?" Thinking it over, Sarah said, "Here is fine. Besides my stomach is starting to act up."
Jareth raised an eyebrow at that one but kept his mouth shut and helped Sarah to stand. Her knees being weak, she allowed Jareth to support her. "Did I miss anything?" she asked. Knowing what she meant, Jareth answered, "No." He suppressed the overwhelming urge to tell her of her pregnancy. Jareth didn't like keeping things from Sarah, but in this case it was for her own good. "It might take a while for them to return. Are you sure that you don't want to return home for a moment." Shaking her head and saying that she was fine here, Jareth frowned.
He didn't think staying here was helping her nerves. But, he consented anyway because he found it hard to deny her wishes. They sat together holding hands and waiting in a comfortable silence. Two hours passed, and the doors opened behind the benches and in walked the judge. The audience reappeared looking refreshed and eager to know the verdict. But no person was more eager than Sarah was.
Sarah prayed and pleaded silently with whatever god there was that they got a guilty verdict and severe punishment. Then in walked a grave looking Charley and a satisfied Anaoshak. They sat in their same seats. The silence in the room was thick enough to be cut with a knife. Baiting her breath, Sarah wanted to ask what the verdict was and get it over with. Then, Aiserf entered the room looking disheveled and took her place in the same wooden chair. Sarah wondered what had delayed the old woman.
The chief judge stood and addressed the court in front of him with a cold and unfaltering gaze. "At this time the judges feel that a great injustice has been done to a mortal and to her dearly departed brother. We condemn the mortal Charley to a life sentence in the inescapable Prison of Xyphe, and Anaoshak the immortal to three days of torture and probation." Without fanfare, the six judges stood and left the room without glancing back or saying a word to Sarah. Charley and Anaoshak were led through separate doors.
Slightly disappointed that they hadn't gotten a death sentence, Sarah stretched and walked over to Aiserf. Jareth wasn't far behind. Sarah knew right away that something was amiss from the look on her face. "What is it. What's wrong?" she asked. Troubled, Aiserf replied, "The mortal Charley is keeping something from us, something else he feels guilty about. I can't pinpoint what it is. But, don't worry my dear it's probably nothing to worry about." She gave Sarah a small smile that was supposed to be reassuring, but all it did was fill Sarah with a deep sense of dread.
Jareth and Sarah both thanked Aiserf again profusely for her help, and returned to the castle, both in a daze of thought. The two men that had deserved death didn't get it. Wanting to scream and throw something, instead Sarah did the only thing that she knew would make her feel better. She sat at Jareth's desk and opened a journal that Jareth had given her and started to write down furiously all her dark thoughts and feelings.
Leaving the room to let Sarah alone with her thoughts, he walked to his throne room and plopped down into his inviting throne. Letting his body relax, Jareth rubbed his temples trying to relieve the throbbing in his head. With every breath his headache seemed to increase. Almost instantly he feel asleep upright in his throne with his chin tucked to his chest. All the stress and lack of sleep lately had caught up with him.
Sarah, finally venting all of her bottled up anger and hurt, left the solitude of Jareth's study. Searching about the castle, Sarah looked for Jareth. Then it occurred to her that he was more than likely in his throne room. Sarah smiled lovingly and a bit guiltily as she saw her baby sleeping upright in a not so comfortable throne. That's when Sarah started to find that in the palm of his hand he held a crystal. He must've conjured it and forgotten to banish it. Taking advantage of her the only opportunity that she may get to question Charley further, Sarah grasped the crystal firmly in her hand and pulled gently.
Satisfied that Jareth wasn't going to awaken; Sarah then looked around the room and found Jareth's secret curtain. Behind it was a multitude of different weapons. Sarah unlatched a sword and sheath from the wall and tied it around her waist. If she was going to make Charley confess she would need some way to threaten him, no matter how brutal.
Holding the crystal in her palm and clutching it to her chest, Sarah desperately wished for it to take her to the Prison of Xyphe and it did. The dark and dank smell of a jail cell was a rude awakening to Sarah's stomach. She doubled over, but then righted immediately as a sound alerted her. In the dim moonlight streaming through the barred window was Charley slumped against the wall and looking dazed.
Making use of the situation, Sarah drew the sword and pressed the lethal point to his throat without mercy. Coldly she said, "I believe you have something you want to tell me." Chuckling a little madly, Charley asked, "Are you an angel of mercy come to kill me?" In the moonlight Charley couldn't help to think that she looked like one. Sarah smirked and said, "It depends if you tell me what I want to know. There's something that you kept from me today. Something that you shouldn't have. I think I have a right to know."
Charley cackled. "You think you deserve to know do you? Well then, first I'll tell you how I killed your brother. After I threw him into the back of the truck, I drove around for a while, but then I realized if someone recognized the make of the truck that it would give it away immediately if I had a half conscious kid riding in the back. So, I pulled over to the side of the road and got out. You're brother was awake and moaning and crying out, 'Sarah! Sarah!' I told him something, and he stopped and looked at me with those wide eyes of his, and then I picked a large rock beside the truck tire and smashed his head in with it."
Tears streaming down her cheeks, Sarah put more pressure against his throat, but not enough to kill him just yet. But, just enough to worry him. "What did you say to him," Sarah demanded icily. Charley hesitated and looked away. Growling deep in her throat and feeling a sense of rage she had never felt before, Sarah pushed a little harder with the sword. "OK!" Charley squealed like a cornered pig. "I told him.I told him, 'Sarah told me to kill you.'"
Sarah gasped in shock and anger. Cheeks burning and chest heaving, Sarah closed her eyes and let her hand fly forward, bringing the sword straight through Charley's throat. So far that it bounced off the wall behind him. Without opening her eyes so that she wouldn't have to see his cold and lifeless stare, Sarah conjured herself back to the castle, and slumped to the floor gratefully, emotionally exhausted.
Thanks for reading! Please review! Oh and that plot twist at the end was sadly not mine. It was taken from a book called "The Truth Machine." Not sure if anyone here had read it, but it's what made me want to write this fic. It's good, I'd encourage anyone here to read it. Thanks again!