Disclaimer: Once again, I own nothing that is diverted to Labyrinth or such.
A/N: I am sorry for the delay; I have just been so incredibly busy lately.
Toby walked angrily down the hill. It had been a full twenty-four hours since he had left his parents house and they hadn't found him yet. Then again, he was convinced that they weren't even trying to find him.
He didn't even know where he was going. He had no idea where his cousin was and he was almost sure that if his parents did care enough to look for him, then he would be picked up before he even had a chance to find his cousin.
He stopped and sat on an incredibly large rock. His feet were killing him and he was hungry. He hadn't eaten since dinner at the castle. The night sky offered little comfort whereas before, he was able to get lost in them. He always imagined that someday he would have an adventure. He just never thought it would be at the expense of his cousin.
Reaching into his knapsack, he pulled out a piece of bread and some juice that he had managed to get from the castle kitchen before leaving. It wasn't the best there was, but it would have to do for the time being. Biting off the bread, he looked at the sky again.
"Oh, where can you be, Christine?" he called out through the chewing he did. He then sighed, and lowered his voice. "I miss you, cousin. I miss the conversations we used to have. All those jokes we used to play on each other, and sometimes even on the servants. I would give anything, now, just to have you back."
At these words, the ground began to rumble and shake drastically. Toby tried to keep his balance, but he was falling all over the place. Then, the ground underneath his feet began to part, causing his feet to go in different directions. By the time he had time to react, it was too late. He tried to dodge to the left, but his right foot didn't quite make it. He fell, but caught onto the side. Toby now held onto the ground, just his elbows and forearms keeping him up.
What was he to do? He couldn't stay there forever, dangling like that. He needed to call for help. Without thinking about it, he pulled off the crest from his shirt. (It came standard for all royalty to wear) He never liked it much, but it sure came in handy right now.
Before he could even attempt and escape, the ground began to close up again. It was too close for Toby to attempt to climb back up, so he did the only thing that he knew to do. He let himself fall into a huge darkness. A darkness in which he knew not where it ended.
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Christine sat, helplessly in the clutches of a sadistic creep. She was angry with him for what he was doing. He was using her to get to her aunt. And if she didn't cooperate, he would frame her uncle and possibly even harm her cousin. This was the worse situation she had ever been in, and that was including the time she thought she had lost Toby on her aunt and uncles fifth anniversary. Turned out he was just hiding behind a door, thinking that they were playing hide-and-seek. He was, after all, a very good, very quiet, hider.
She didn't want to help Bill in any way to lead him to her aunt, but she also wanted to live. Either way, she knew she was doomed. She finally came to the conclusion that she would, as hard as it was, tell her captor where her aunt was. She couldn't be much worse off than she was now, anyway. Not to mention Jareth would undoubtedly watch over her.
The door opened and Bill came walking in. Oh, how he made her skin crawl. He sat down and smiled. How she wished she could rip that smile right off his smug little face.
"So, what have you decided?" he asked contently, clasping his hands together.
"I have decided to help you," said Christine.
"Great," Bill smiled, clapping. "I was sure I'd get to you sooner or later. Now, before I forget, I should go over a few of the rules with you."
"Rules? What rules?" asked Christine.
"The rules of the game, of coarse," Bill smiled. "After all, that's all this is, a game. Life is a game. I thought everyone knew that."
"It's only a game to those who can't find any other meaning to it," Christine replied coldly. "If you think this is all a game, then there is seriously something wrong about you."
"You won't think so, once I'm done with you," smiled Bill. He stood. "You see, I've been thinking it over. Sure, I will be eternally grateful if you were to hand over to me your aunt. For you see, I have always loved her and will always love her. But is it enough to just stop there?"
"I don't quite understand what it is you are saying," Christine frowned.
"Here's what I have in mind," said Bill. "You see, once I regain the heart that was lost to me, I shall make my love for your aunt even more apparent. Have you ever heard of a place called the Underground?" Christine's mouth went dry. How could he have known about the Underground? No human, except for her aunt and her father, Toby, knew where it was.
"Um... no, I do not," Christine lied.
"It is this place filled with goblins and the one who rules the goblins. A man named Jareth. Well, I suppose I should not call him a man, for he is really a fae. Do you know what a fae is?"
"No, I don't," Christine lied again.
"Of coarse you wouldn't," Bill went on. "But I do, for I've always been interested in such mythical creatures. At least, I thought they were mythical. But they really do exist. A fae is, to put it simply, a magical man who has many powers. Powers that include a metamorphosis."
"How does this fit into your plan?" Christine asked impatiently.
"Once I've conquered fair Sarah's heart, I shall defeat this Jareth in any way possible," replied Bill. Christine gulped. Oh, now she couldn't bring this horrible man back to her house. If she did, then he would surely find it much easier to harm her uncle, as well as her aunt. But if she didn't, she would die and her uncle would be blamed for it. How could she possibly make that decision without feeling guilty in any certain way?
A/N: I am sorry for the delay; I have just been so incredibly busy lately.
Toby walked angrily down the hill. It had been a full twenty-four hours since he had left his parents house and they hadn't found him yet. Then again, he was convinced that they weren't even trying to find him.
He didn't even know where he was going. He had no idea where his cousin was and he was almost sure that if his parents did care enough to look for him, then he would be picked up before he even had a chance to find his cousin.
He stopped and sat on an incredibly large rock. His feet were killing him and he was hungry. He hadn't eaten since dinner at the castle. The night sky offered little comfort whereas before, he was able to get lost in them. He always imagined that someday he would have an adventure. He just never thought it would be at the expense of his cousin.
Reaching into his knapsack, he pulled out a piece of bread and some juice that he had managed to get from the castle kitchen before leaving. It wasn't the best there was, but it would have to do for the time being. Biting off the bread, he looked at the sky again.
"Oh, where can you be, Christine?" he called out through the chewing he did. He then sighed, and lowered his voice. "I miss you, cousin. I miss the conversations we used to have. All those jokes we used to play on each other, and sometimes even on the servants. I would give anything, now, just to have you back."
At these words, the ground began to rumble and shake drastically. Toby tried to keep his balance, but he was falling all over the place. Then, the ground underneath his feet began to part, causing his feet to go in different directions. By the time he had time to react, it was too late. He tried to dodge to the left, but his right foot didn't quite make it. He fell, but caught onto the side. Toby now held onto the ground, just his elbows and forearms keeping him up.
What was he to do? He couldn't stay there forever, dangling like that. He needed to call for help. Without thinking about it, he pulled off the crest from his shirt. (It came standard for all royalty to wear) He never liked it much, but it sure came in handy right now.
Before he could even attempt and escape, the ground began to close up again. It was too close for Toby to attempt to climb back up, so he did the only thing that he knew to do. He let himself fall into a huge darkness. A darkness in which he knew not where it ended.
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Christine sat, helplessly in the clutches of a sadistic creep. She was angry with him for what he was doing. He was using her to get to her aunt. And if she didn't cooperate, he would frame her uncle and possibly even harm her cousin. This was the worse situation she had ever been in, and that was including the time she thought she had lost Toby on her aunt and uncles fifth anniversary. Turned out he was just hiding behind a door, thinking that they were playing hide-and-seek. He was, after all, a very good, very quiet, hider.
She didn't want to help Bill in any way to lead him to her aunt, but she also wanted to live. Either way, she knew she was doomed. She finally came to the conclusion that she would, as hard as it was, tell her captor where her aunt was. She couldn't be much worse off than she was now, anyway. Not to mention Jareth would undoubtedly watch over her.
The door opened and Bill came walking in. Oh, how he made her skin crawl. He sat down and smiled. How she wished she could rip that smile right off his smug little face.
"So, what have you decided?" he asked contently, clasping his hands together.
"I have decided to help you," said Christine.
"Great," Bill smiled, clapping. "I was sure I'd get to you sooner or later. Now, before I forget, I should go over a few of the rules with you."
"Rules? What rules?" asked Christine.
"The rules of the game, of coarse," Bill smiled. "After all, that's all this is, a game. Life is a game. I thought everyone knew that."
"It's only a game to those who can't find any other meaning to it," Christine replied coldly. "If you think this is all a game, then there is seriously something wrong about you."
"You won't think so, once I'm done with you," smiled Bill. He stood. "You see, I've been thinking it over. Sure, I will be eternally grateful if you were to hand over to me your aunt. For you see, I have always loved her and will always love her. But is it enough to just stop there?"
"I don't quite understand what it is you are saying," Christine frowned.
"Here's what I have in mind," said Bill. "You see, once I regain the heart that was lost to me, I shall make my love for your aunt even more apparent. Have you ever heard of a place called the Underground?" Christine's mouth went dry. How could he have known about the Underground? No human, except for her aunt and her father, Toby, knew where it was.
"Um... no, I do not," Christine lied.
"It is this place filled with goblins and the one who rules the goblins. A man named Jareth. Well, I suppose I should not call him a man, for he is really a fae. Do you know what a fae is?"
"No, I don't," Christine lied again.
"Of coarse you wouldn't," Bill went on. "But I do, for I've always been interested in such mythical creatures. At least, I thought they were mythical. But they really do exist. A fae is, to put it simply, a magical man who has many powers. Powers that include a metamorphosis."
"How does this fit into your plan?" Christine asked impatiently.
"Once I've conquered fair Sarah's heart, I shall defeat this Jareth in any way possible," replied Bill. Christine gulped. Oh, now she couldn't bring this horrible man back to her house. If she did, then he would surely find it much easier to harm her uncle, as well as her aunt. But if she didn't, she would die and her uncle would be blamed for it. How could she possibly make that decision without feeling guilty in any certain way?