Folks I'm not going to lie to you. This chapter is disturbing. Please read
at your own discretion. Now may you know why I placed it at such a level.
Standard disclaimer applies. I own only the unrecognized characters. All
else belongs to the god of muppets and the creation of the god like being
Jareth...I speak of none other then Jim Henson.

-Rainbow
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Rain pounded on the windows, thunder boomed in the sky. Alex could only
shake her head. She had wanted to go outside today...to try out that little
bouncy ball she had found by her pillow that morning. Looking down at her
little treasure she didn't notice the shadow until it was too late.

"What the hell are you doing out of your room?" Jack looked down to the
little girl who barely came above his knee. He forcibly pushed away all the
thoughts of ladies commenting that she looked like a little elf. So small
and dainty. Instead he brought up the memories of missed fishing trips and
the countless number of times he had to go to stupid recitals or the even
more stupid doctor appointments. It wasn't a very hidden fact that Jack
detested his daughter.

"I just wanted to see if it had stopped raining so I could go out and play
with my ball." Alex held up the ball in her little hand. Sparkles falling
down from it when she did so.

"Stupid little brat!" Wrenching the ball from her hand he flung it across
the room smiling when the rubber came into contact with his wife's favorite
lamp. The sounds of glass shattering like music to his drunken ears. "You
know the punishment for disobeying orders!" Taking her small wrist into his
hand he flung her to the side much like the ball. And only got even madder
when she didn't even cry out in pain.

Alex bit her lip when she felt her back come into contact with the wall.
It took every ounce of her will to not cry, that only made things worse.
She did however let a small cry slip out when his hand struck across her
face. A ugly black and blue welt still there from the last time he hit her.

Jack smiled in almost triumph when she cried out. "See what you make
others do! Nobody likes a little disobedient brat!" He threw her forcefully
into her room and down onto her bed. Quickly he crossed over, slipping onto
the queen sized bed. He knew his wife knew what happened in here, how could
she not? The nights of crying and screaming...all of it music to him. Jack
Griffin lived on the pain of others...he thrived on hearing it and even
more so loved it when it came from his wife and child.

Alex closed her eyes when he felt his hands on her body, twisting and
pulling at her flesh. The angry red welts that already resided their
screamed of heat and one lone welt on her back had already begun to bleed.
She tried to kick him away...anything to not have this happen. When she
felt his mouth on her she opened her mouth to his tongue and then bit down
hard. His cry of pain making her open her eyes. She was going to be free...

Jack cursed when he felt her small teeth bite down on his tongue. "Your
going to pay for that bitch." Sitting up he rubbed his face a bit and then
looked to where Alexandria had been moving for the door, but then had to
stop and grab her stuffed owl.

Alex knew she didn't have any time and ran out the door clutching
Jay...she had to hide but where? Looking in the living room she knew he was
waiting...he wanted to have a really good reason for beating her this time.
A heavy footfall determined she had only a few more seconds before she was
going to be under him again. Before she was going to miss out on a month of
ever seeing the sunshine again. Quickly she did the most unexpected thing
and ran for the door.

Jack slowly moved out to the livingroom. He wanted to smell her fear of
him when he once again raped his daughter. He knew some men found it sick
and twisted but not Jack. He found it the best sex in the world...the girls
couldn't do anything and they were always so tight. Better to have a bitch
now then to wait until a hundred guys have had her, was his philosophy. A
small tiny voice in the back of his mind tried telling him different but he
never bothered to pay attention...why should he? He was king of his castle
and domain...those who served in it had to abide by his rules.

The rain kept beating on the ground and now in the hallway where the door
stood open. Jack cursed himself for going to slow. He knew full well what
would happen to him if she was found by one of their neighbors. Good thing
the closest one was five miles away. A slow smile spread across his
face...now he could force that little bitch out of his life once and all.
Turning he went back to get the small Beebe gun he had purchased earlier
that summer. What could the cops do if that think that she was kidnaped and
then brutally murdered...no one could pin it one him. Especially if he made
a call saying his gun was stolen.

Alex ran through the trees, her clothes barely hanging onto her small
form. Tears ran freely down herself but were outnumbered by the number of
trees. Vaguely she recalled which way it was to get to the road. Maybe she
would be lucky and somebody would be going by. If only...she ran harder
only glancing back once and falling hard to the ground when she saw how
quickly Jack was catching up to her. Scrambling to her feet she tried to
run again but she was so tired and she had lost enough blood in the past
few days it was a wonder she was even alive.

Jack smiled when she looked back up at him like a doe caught with it's
eyes in the headlights of a car. He could vaguely hear her whimpering of
'Don't Daddy...please don't I'll be good.' He got the gun ready with a loud
click and placed his hand on the trigger. Pulling back his fingers he felt
the gun buck up as it fired. And swore when a hand had pulled against his
shoulder making him miss Alexandria's chest.

Alex screamed loudly, the small bee be tearing through her side and making
her feel like throwing up. Slowly her eyes began to close but not before
she saw her Mother confronting her Father. Or the blow to his head that
came from a large stick in her hand. She never stirred when she was rushed
inside, Anele's features twisted with pain and sorrow at the thought of
losing her daughter.

Anele knew the only reason why her daughter was still alive was from the
magic she had deep inside. She also knew she didn't have long before Jack
woke up and came after her. Why hadn't she left him when she had the
chance? Her fingers trembled as they wrapped her daughter's broken form.
Shallow breathing was the only sign she even had her daughter still.
Opening her mouth she began to say her wish of the goblins to take her away
when the front door slammed open. Her mouth closed and for the first time
in her life Anele went to face down her husband.

Alex's eyes fluttered open at the sound of her parents shouting. Glasses
were broken and what sounded like door were being torn off hinges. The two
were going strongly against each other. Only one of them was going to
survive this at best. Slowly Alex sat up a deep hurt coming to her eyes,
but she didn't cry. She didn't even have any tears left. Slowly she reached
over to where Anele had paced Jay...the stuffed owl who had brought so much
comfort to Alex. Wrapping her fingers around his wing she moved painfully
until she collapsed by the wall. Her body's strength gave out and she fell
back against a pillow that rest on her now bloodied bed.

Anele cried out when her head hit the wall, a vase falling from a high
shelf her only savior when he dropped onto Jack's head, knocking him out.
Quickly when she was able she screamed out loudly, hoping that she would be
heard. "I wish for the goblins to take Alexandria away RIGHT NOW!" When the
wind suddenly quieted Anele smiled faintly.

Taking a small lighter from her pocket she pulled herself over to where
the refills were at. Her Father's voice echoed through the area...she was
tempted to stop then and run to him. But first she lit papers that also
occupied the cupboard. Throwing some lighters on unburnt sections she then
through in the lighter itself. Turning she ran to where her Father was
standing by Alexandria's room. With a flash of glitter they disappeared.
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Elia stood at the doorway and watched her young niece relive horrible
memories. Everyone who even had an inkling of magic in the Labyrinth was
also seeing and living the memory as if it were their own. Never let it be
said that Alexandria had no power...for only one type of Fae could let all
see the horrible truth the heart sometimes held. A tear slid down her cheek
as she watched in minds eyes the small broken young girl cling to her
stuffed owl. Denial already working it's way into her eyes. The screams
that echoed off the walls of her room seemed not to phase her, then a
shout, a wish, and in a blink the girl was gone. Whisked away by a powerful
king whose own soul cried a bitter and lonely song.