Summary: Sarah joins a cult based on witchcraft headed by a husband
and wife duo. What she doesn't know is that they themselves are actually
slave traders to the world below, the Underground. Back in the
Underground, Sarah encounters new trials and friends, as well as her old
ones. An old enemy becomes a new ally, and Sarah, a common mortal, is
transformed to one of the greatest queens of the Underground.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I don't own Labyrinth or anything related or associated with it. I came up with the title all by myself. So, I guess I own that. I also own all the characters that don't sound familiar or that weren't in the original movie. Thank you.
Taking one last look around her room, Sarah shrugs and heads out her bedroom door and walks down the hallway that leads to the stairwell. Checking on Toby one last time, she walks down the red carpeted stairs and into the living room. Setting down her suitcase for a moment, Sarah goes to the kitchen and leaves her father a brief note that says not to worry about her. That done, she returns to the living room and retrieves her suitcase. Sarah decides to wear a heavy winter coat since the storm outside has increased tenfold, turning the rain to hail and snow.
Pulling on a colorful snowcap that her aunt Christine had gotten for her a while ago, Sarah opens the door and walks out into the storm. Immediately the cold wind and water hit her in the face, causing her to shiver and pull her coat tighter around her with her free hand. Turning around, Sarah takes out a key and locks the door before pulling it closed. The other hand clutches the suitcase tighter to her chest as she walks down the sidewalk that's barely lit by the street lamps.
After a few minutes of paranoia from being outside in the dark alone, Sarah manages to shake off her fear, and walks the rest of the way to the bus stop without looking over her shoulders every five minutes. Her teeth are chattering and she can't feel her toes, but it's all in the name of freedom, she tells herself. The bus stop is furnished with a small booth with a bench inside.
Sarah pulls her coat down before sitting on the bench so the cold from the bench doesn't touch her legs. Letting the suitcase lie in her lap, Sarah presses her cheek to it and leans her head against it. It's a trial in itself for her to keep her eyes open in waiting for the bus. She knows she's fighting a losing battle, as she feels her eyelids start to grow heavy.
She wasn't aware that she had fallen asleep, but she must've as she feels her stiff frozen body start to wake up, and a loud honking noise interrupts her dreams. "Hey lady," a voice from the bus calls out to her, "are you getting on or not?" Startled, Sarah stands and is aware that she must've slept outside all night. Groaning, as she felt so cold and a little sick, Sarah lifts up her suitcase that now feels as if it weighs a ton and boards the bus. The bus driver gives her the once over and Sarah suppresses the urge to tell him off. After all, she isn't even eighteen yet and the man has to be around forty.
Sitting down in a seat next to a window, Sarah sits her suitcase in the unoccupied seat beside her. This is so a stranger that wants to strike up a conversation can't sit next to her. Sarah smiles at her cleverness.
It didn't last for long though, as all the seats fill quite quickly on a bus of that size, and Sarah moves her suitcase to let the slightly balding middle aged man sit next to her. There's nothing particularly striking about his features, he seems just like a normal every day person. The man smiles at Sarah cordially, while trying to make eye contact. Sarah, in turn, deliberately avoids looking at the man, knowing that he wants to strike up a conversation.
"You seem lost," he says, surprising Sarah enough so that she looks over at him suspiciously. "I mean," he continues, seeing her look of unease, "that I have a daughter about your age, and I know for a fact that today is a school day." As he says this he readjusts his glasses that were previously sliding down his long, angular nose. "I'm not lost," Sarah says calmly, "I know perfectly well where I'm going."
The man chuckles condescendingly, but doesn't say any more on the subject. Sarah is thankful that he finally gets off the bus at the next stop. Pulling out the flier, Sarah checks the address one last time, and realizes that she should've gotten off at that stop as well. "Bugger," she whispers under her breath and pulls the cord above her head to signal to the bus driver that she wishes to exit the bus. The driver steps on the brake and lefts her off.
Once again the chilly morning air hits her exposed face, knocking her breath out of her slightly. Teeth chattering, Sarah hauls her suitcase down the sidewalk while the cars passing by her send torrents of air and water rushing towards her. A building on the other side of the road bears the address Sarah is searching for, only it takes her a while to realize this. Sighing, she waits for a break in the traffic and crosses the street.
Luckily she makes it across unscathed. Looking down at the flier, Sarah takes a deep breath and walks up the cracked stairs with little weeds growing between the crevices to the run down house that seems to be a parody of itself in its old age. It appears to the typical haunted house or something like it after a fashion. Hesitantly, Sarah raises a hand and knocks thrice on the door.
The door opens with a creak and a mousy woman that seems quite young to be married greets Sarah. "Hello, come on in," she says without questioning Sarah. Shoving the flier back in her purse, as it isn't useful to her any longer, she recognizes the woman to be Phoebe Moon. Phoebe is a small woman, and indeed does resemble a mouse. Her large brown eyes and scraggly hair make her unique, but she's not at all ugly.
Sarah smiles and allows herself to be led to a room full of mostly young girls lounging on couches involved in various activities. Phoebe claps her hands and says, "Girls, and guys," she adds as an afterthought, "this is our new member." Phoebe pauses, "What did you say your name was dear?" Wetting her suddenly dry lips, Sarah hesitates for a moment and decides not to give the strangers her real name. "It's Elizabeth, but people call me Beth." In all actuality, it isn't a complete lie; her middle name is Elizabeth after all.
Sarah tries to keep a straight face, but for some reason, even when she was a little girl, after she told a lie she always had the urge to laugh. All eyes are on her now, as all the girls stare at her in amusement. "Hi Beth," they all chorus back, as if they are all one living entity. Sarah shivers at that thought, but rids herself of such a foolish notion.
"Come Beth, I'll show you to your room," Phoebe says, taking Sarah's suitcase from her and escorting her up a rickety flight of stairs. "By the way, I'm Phoebe," she says. Sarah lets on as if she didn't know that already, "Nice to meet you," she says.
Wow, I can't believe I've gotten so many positive reviews so far. Thank you everyone! I seriously don't deserve them, but I appreciate them nonetheless. I'm trying to update this story often, but it's getting hard. Alas, I'll keep trying though.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I don't own Labyrinth or anything related or associated with it. I came up with the title all by myself. So, I guess I own that. I also own all the characters that don't sound familiar or that weren't in the original movie. Thank you.
Taking one last look around her room, Sarah shrugs and heads out her bedroom door and walks down the hallway that leads to the stairwell. Checking on Toby one last time, she walks down the red carpeted stairs and into the living room. Setting down her suitcase for a moment, Sarah goes to the kitchen and leaves her father a brief note that says not to worry about her. That done, she returns to the living room and retrieves her suitcase. Sarah decides to wear a heavy winter coat since the storm outside has increased tenfold, turning the rain to hail and snow.
Pulling on a colorful snowcap that her aunt Christine had gotten for her a while ago, Sarah opens the door and walks out into the storm. Immediately the cold wind and water hit her in the face, causing her to shiver and pull her coat tighter around her with her free hand. Turning around, Sarah takes out a key and locks the door before pulling it closed. The other hand clutches the suitcase tighter to her chest as she walks down the sidewalk that's barely lit by the street lamps.
After a few minutes of paranoia from being outside in the dark alone, Sarah manages to shake off her fear, and walks the rest of the way to the bus stop without looking over her shoulders every five minutes. Her teeth are chattering and she can't feel her toes, but it's all in the name of freedom, she tells herself. The bus stop is furnished with a small booth with a bench inside.
Sarah pulls her coat down before sitting on the bench so the cold from the bench doesn't touch her legs. Letting the suitcase lie in her lap, Sarah presses her cheek to it and leans her head against it. It's a trial in itself for her to keep her eyes open in waiting for the bus. She knows she's fighting a losing battle, as she feels her eyelids start to grow heavy.
She wasn't aware that she had fallen asleep, but she must've as she feels her stiff frozen body start to wake up, and a loud honking noise interrupts her dreams. "Hey lady," a voice from the bus calls out to her, "are you getting on or not?" Startled, Sarah stands and is aware that she must've slept outside all night. Groaning, as she felt so cold and a little sick, Sarah lifts up her suitcase that now feels as if it weighs a ton and boards the bus. The bus driver gives her the once over and Sarah suppresses the urge to tell him off. After all, she isn't even eighteen yet and the man has to be around forty.
Sitting down in a seat next to a window, Sarah sits her suitcase in the unoccupied seat beside her. This is so a stranger that wants to strike up a conversation can't sit next to her. Sarah smiles at her cleverness.
It didn't last for long though, as all the seats fill quite quickly on a bus of that size, and Sarah moves her suitcase to let the slightly balding middle aged man sit next to her. There's nothing particularly striking about his features, he seems just like a normal every day person. The man smiles at Sarah cordially, while trying to make eye contact. Sarah, in turn, deliberately avoids looking at the man, knowing that he wants to strike up a conversation.
"You seem lost," he says, surprising Sarah enough so that she looks over at him suspiciously. "I mean," he continues, seeing her look of unease, "that I have a daughter about your age, and I know for a fact that today is a school day." As he says this he readjusts his glasses that were previously sliding down his long, angular nose. "I'm not lost," Sarah says calmly, "I know perfectly well where I'm going."
The man chuckles condescendingly, but doesn't say any more on the subject. Sarah is thankful that he finally gets off the bus at the next stop. Pulling out the flier, Sarah checks the address one last time, and realizes that she should've gotten off at that stop as well. "Bugger," she whispers under her breath and pulls the cord above her head to signal to the bus driver that she wishes to exit the bus. The driver steps on the brake and lefts her off.
Once again the chilly morning air hits her exposed face, knocking her breath out of her slightly. Teeth chattering, Sarah hauls her suitcase down the sidewalk while the cars passing by her send torrents of air and water rushing towards her. A building on the other side of the road bears the address Sarah is searching for, only it takes her a while to realize this. Sighing, she waits for a break in the traffic and crosses the street.
Luckily she makes it across unscathed. Looking down at the flier, Sarah takes a deep breath and walks up the cracked stairs with little weeds growing between the crevices to the run down house that seems to be a parody of itself in its old age. It appears to the typical haunted house or something like it after a fashion. Hesitantly, Sarah raises a hand and knocks thrice on the door.
The door opens with a creak and a mousy woman that seems quite young to be married greets Sarah. "Hello, come on in," she says without questioning Sarah. Shoving the flier back in her purse, as it isn't useful to her any longer, she recognizes the woman to be Phoebe Moon. Phoebe is a small woman, and indeed does resemble a mouse. Her large brown eyes and scraggly hair make her unique, but she's not at all ugly.
Sarah smiles and allows herself to be led to a room full of mostly young girls lounging on couches involved in various activities. Phoebe claps her hands and says, "Girls, and guys," she adds as an afterthought, "this is our new member." Phoebe pauses, "What did you say your name was dear?" Wetting her suddenly dry lips, Sarah hesitates for a moment and decides not to give the strangers her real name. "It's Elizabeth, but people call me Beth." In all actuality, it isn't a complete lie; her middle name is Elizabeth after all.
Sarah tries to keep a straight face, but for some reason, even when she was a little girl, after she told a lie she always had the urge to laugh. All eyes are on her now, as all the girls stare at her in amusement. "Hi Beth," they all chorus back, as if they are all one living entity. Sarah shivers at that thought, but rids herself of such a foolish notion.
"Come Beth, I'll show you to your room," Phoebe says, taking Sarah's suitcase from her and escorting her up a rickety flight of stairs. "By the way, I'm Phoebe," she says. Sarah lets on as if she didn't know that already, "Nice to meet you," she says.
Wow, I can't believe I've gotten so many positive reviews so far. Thank you everyone! I seriously don't deserve them, but I appreciate them nonetheless. I'm trying to update this story often, but it's getting hard. Alas, I'll keep trying though.