Crime Scene Witnesses Chapter One Shocked

Jareth paced his throne room, a crystal ball clutched tightly in his hands. Finally it shattered in his grip. He flung the rest of the debris to the ground.

*Those fools! Incompetent little goblins! * "Balfour!" Jareth yelled for his second and he came running into the room.

"Yes, your Majesty?" he asked, somewhat nervous. He kneeled to the ground and bowed his head; his brown hair fell forward into his eyes.

Jareth raked a hand through his platinum blond hair and narrowed his dual colored eyes. "Tell those idiotic little creatures that they got it set up all wrong." He conjured another crystal. "It's supposed to be like this." He tossed it to Balfour.

Balfour looked at it and nodded his head. He turned to leave the room.

"Oh, Balfour."

"Yes, your Majesty?"

"Tell them if the party for my parents does not go well, I will personally throw them in the Bog." He raised an eyebrow as if to make sure his friend and advisor understood.

Nodding, the other man bowed. "Most certainly you Majesty." With that he was gone.

Jareth groaned and slumped in his throne, rubbing the bridge of his nose and thought about Sarah. It has been 12 years since she beat the Labyrinth and for the past 12 years he could not stop thinking about her. But he could not bring himself to look at her, for he knew that she would never call upon him again. She hated him.

Finally he broke down and formed a crystal ball to look in on her. But what he saw made him almost drop the crystal. Blood . so much blood . and bodies.