Author's note.
Hi everyone. I'm sorry the chapters are so short. I will work on that. And
I'll try to space things out more. But I can't quite figure that out yet. I
often wondered why people did that. This is my first fan fic, so I really
hope you enjoy. Tell me what you think, and if you have any ideas, hey, it
couldn't hurt. Thank you. XOXOXO Lelly
Chapter three
Sarah woke with a dull ache all over her body, she felt as though she had spent the night on a hard floor. Her throat felt dry and her eyelids were glued together from sleep. As she lay there waiting for the lethargy to seep out of her body, she remembered the nightmare she had just had. The Goblin King had turned her boyfriend into a huge, greasy rat, and taken her prisoner.
It was stupid she knew it. She had stopped having nightmares about the Goblin King years ago. Why on earth would she be having them again? She forced her eyes to open. Slowly the dark room came into focus.
She lay on the floor of a dark, damp circular prison cell. The only light seeping form a small window in a heavy wooden door, but it was enough to see the contents of the room. To her left she could see a pile of yellow hay, she supposed was used for a bed, but she was sure it couldn't be all that comfortable. Beside the door sat a large bowl. By the amount of steam rising form it, she knew it was hot and only hoped it was edible. Crawling over to the bowl, Sarah was taken aback when she saw a big, ugly spider swimming in the brown broth.
'Ugh." Sarah cried. She hated spiders. The thing stared up at her with sparking black eyes, and then opened its mouth to say.
"What do you think you're doing? Can't a spider have a little privacy to enjoy her bath? Really the nerve some people have."
"I'm sorry." Sarah said sliding back to her pervious spot in the center of the cell. She had forgotten just how strange the Labyrinth really was. It was normal to have a spider talk to you here. Despair hung heavily in the air. Sarah brought her knees up to her chest and hugged them. Tears began to sting her eyes.
"It's not fare." She declared.
"You haven't changed a bit I see." Jereth's icy voice hit her like a bucket of cold water. She looked up, blinking away the tears that clung to her lashes. He was leaning against the wall, his arms crossed as though he had been there the entire time.
"Why are you doing this?" She asked, not shocked to see him. The only time in her life she aloud herself to cry and he had to be her to witness her humiliation.
"Because dear Sarah, I can. I've waited a long time to punish you, and am looking forward to every moment of it."
"What are you going to do to me?" Her voice was crackled, giving away the fear she was trying to hide.
"I have yet to think of a suitable punishment. I want it to be something hideously painful for you. Something that will break you. When I think of it, trust me you will be the first to know." In a cloud of grey smoke he vanished. Alone once again, Sarah slumped over and cried.
"Oh now dearly, you stop that crying." Sarah opened her eyes. The same spider that had used her soup as a bath was sitting next to her, a concerned look in her onyx eyes.
"Just leave me alone." Sarah pleaded.
"Alright, alright, I'll leave you alone. I hate to see people cry." She to slowly crawled away. Sarah realized the spider only meant well and felt guilty for being so rude.
"I'm sorry, please come back. What's your name?" She asked in a friendlier voice. The spider turned around and sat next to her, a little closer than Sarah would have preferred.
"The name is Matilda Regina Watts the third, but you can call me Tilly. I heard what the King said to you. It's just terrible. I don't recon he's ever done something quite like this before." Tilly trailed off for a moment in deep thought. "But don't you worry, I'm going to help you. I knows a way out of here."
"Thank you but I don't think so." Sarah remembered the last time she had taken directions from an insect. And this was a spider, ewwww!
"Fine, but I'm telling you I knows every way out of this dungeon." Tilly looked up at her hopefully. If it were the only way Sarah would take directions from a spider.
"Okay, show me the way."
Okay, I know it's short and my worst yet, but give me a break. Writers' block, it can kill you. Let me know what you think.
Chapter three
Sarah woke with a dull ache all over her body, she felt as though she had spent the night on a hard floor. Her throat felt dry and her eyelids were glued together from sleep. As she lay there waiting for the lethargy to seep out of her body, she remembered the nightmare she had just had. The Goblin King had turned her boyfriend into a huge, greasy rat, and taken her prisoner.
It was stupid she knew it. She had stopped having nightmares about the Goblin King years ago. Why on earth would she be having them again? She forced her eyes to open. Slowly the dark room came into focus.
She lay on the floor of a dark, damp circular prison cell. The only light seeping form a small window in a heavy wooden door, but it was enough to see the contents of the room. To her left she could see a pile of yellow hay, she supposed was used for a bed, but she was sure it couldn't be all that comfortable. Beside the door sat a large bowl. By the amount of steam rising form it, she knew it was hot and only hoped it was edible. Crawling over to the bowl, Sarah was taken aback when she saw a big, ugly spider swimming in the brown broth.
'Ugh." Sarah cried. She hated spiders. The thing stared up at her with sparking black eyes, and then opened its mouth to say.
"What do you think you're doing? Can't a spider have a little privacy to enjoy her bath? Really the nerve some people have."
"I'm sorry." Sarah said sliding back to her pervious spot in the center of the cell. She had forgotten just how strange the Labyrinth really was. It was normal to have a spider talk to you here. Despair hung heavily in the air. Sarah brought her knees up to her chest and hugged them. Tears began to sting her eyes.
"It's not fare." She declared.
"You haven't changed a bit I see." Jereth's icy voice hit her like a bucket of cold water. She looked up, blinking away the tears that clung to her lashes. He was leaning against the wall, his arms crossed as though he had been there the entire time.
"Why are you doing this?" She asked, not shocked to see him. The only time in her life she aloud herself to cry and he had to be her to witness her humiliation.
"Because dear Sarah, I can. I've waited a long time to punish you, and am looking forward to every moment of it."
"What are you going to do to me?" Her voice was crackled, giving away the fear she was trying to hide.
"I have yet to think of a suitable punishment. I want it to be something hideously painful for you. Something that will break you. When I think of it, trust me you will be the first to know." In a cloud of grey smoke he vanished. Alone once again, Sarah slumped over and cried.
"Oh now dearly, you stop that crying." Sarah opened her eyes. The same spider that had used her soup as a bath was sitting next to her, a concerned look in her onyx eyes.
"Just leave me alone." Sarah pleaded.
"Alright, alright, I'll leave you alone. I hate to see people cry." She to slowly crawled away. Sarah realized the spider only meant well and felt guilty for being so rude.
"I'm sorry, please come back. What's your name?" She asked in a friendlier voice. The spider turned around and sat next to her, a little closer than Sarah would have preferred.
"The name is Matilda Regina Watts the third, but you can call me Tilly. I heard what the King said to you. It's just terrible. I don't recon he's ever done something quite like this before." Tilly trailed off for a moment in deep thought. "But don't you worry, I'm going to help you. I knows a way out of here."
"Thank you but I don't think so." Sarah remembered the last time she had taken directions from an insect. And this was a spider, ewwww!
"Fine, but I'm telling you I knows every way out of this dungeon." Tilly looked up at her hopefully. If it were the only way Sarah would take directions from a spider.
"Okay, show me the way."
Okay, I know it's short and my worst yet, but give me a break. Writers' block, it can kill you. Let me know what you think.