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Chapter 12: Nothing But Silence.

enter no(silence is the blood whose flesh

is singing)silence: but unsiging. In

spectral such hugest how hush,one

dead leaf stirring makes a crash

Sarah was tired and pissed off. As she looked at Jareth's tense shoulders and his hunched stance, she was fairly sure she could say the same for him.

She stumbled on a tree root and let out a small yelp before catching herself on a convenient branch. She glanced up to see that Jareth hadn't even looked back, just kept on walking. As much as she didn't want to admit it, this hurt her.

She didn't want to love him. Not in the situation that they had found them selves thrown in to. It was too dangerous. She could be the cause of his death.

To prevent this, she wouldn't love him. She nodded to herself as the continued on through the deathly quiet passages, the stone wall seeming like they would close in on them at any time. Yes, she would hate him like she used to.

But you never really hated him, did you?

Sarah scowled at her treacherous inner voice. She would hate him, for his own good. He didn't even care. He didn't even care enough to look back when she fell. It was a pathetic attempt, she knew. He was hurt by her and was responding the only way he knew how. By ignoring her and shutting off his feelings.

The fireys had stopped up ahead at a small stream and were currently gulping up the water easily. Eliza transformed in to a small bird and landed in the middle of the shallow water, jumping around, washing and drinking. Sarah crouched down beside Jareth and scooped some water into her hands. Her stomach let out a growl as she gulped down the water.

Jareth smirked at her mockingly. "Hungry."

She frowned at him. "I'm always hungry." She wasn't lying either. On her small salary and her studies she barely had enough money for rent let alone feeding herself. Her only source of good food had been her boyfriend and now that was gone too. "Something to look forward to when I get back home." She muttered quietly.

Jareth raised an eyebrow at her mutterings but said nothing. As Jareth continued drinking, Sarah got up and walked a little way down the road, attempting to see if there were any obstructions. Suddenly she clamped a hand over her face.

"Oh God. What is that smell?"

Jareth looked over to her. "Are we near the Bog?"

She shook her head. "No this isn't Bog smell, this is 'a rat died under my floor boards a few months ago' smell." She walked into the thicket where the smell was emanating. Her eyes widened as she took in the sight before her.

"Oh holy fuck."

She stumbled backwards only to come in contact with a warm chest and hands settled on her shoulders, steadying her.

"It looks like we have uncovered the fate of others that have run this labyrinth." His words were quiet, as his eyes looked the scene in front of them. Sarah didn't think it was possible to count them all. It reminded of her of one of those black and white pictures from the Second World War.

The bodies were piled on top of one another. Some hung from surrounding trees, some were flung in shallow graves. In places there were only parts of bodies. Many were partially decomposed though none looked as if they had been there for more than a few months.

Jareth suspected there was something preventing their bodies form breaking down at the normal rate and he had no doubts as to who was responsible. As for why, he didn't even want to try and figure out the twisted workings of his brother's mind.

Sarah who had not moved from his grip suddenly let out a strangled noise and broke free from his grasp running in the other direction. His eyes fell on where she had been looking and he started. He recognised the face that stared back at him in blank terror, eyes frozen in time. It was a face that smiled out of a photo stuck to Sarah's mirror every day. A face that now graced many stages back in their reality. A face that he had loathed purely because she had hurt Sarah beyond all measure.

Linda Williams lifeless body lay half in one of the shallow mass graves her neck bent at an odd angle, her body bloody and torn.

Sarah bent over, her arm wrapped around her middle as if she were in physical pain. Tears streamed down her face as she emptied the meagre content of her stomach. She began to dry retch and this combined with the sobs that wracked her body was making in hard to catch her breath. An arm wrapped around her from behind covering her own and holding her up. Jareth's hand rubbed her back soothingly, all his anger forgotten in this moment. She finally calmed down and pulled out of his grasp again.

Sarah looked around her.

At the dead trees, the black sky and silence.

Nothing but silence, and in the distance this falling of one dead leaf sounded like a crash.

Like when the world fell in.

The smell of death was still apparent though the ghastly area was out of sight. She picked up a large rock and threw it a shard as she could towards the area, though she didn't know why. And she screamed, for everything that had suffered under Aaron's rule, including herself.

Once she was finished she turned to Jareth who was a mixture of shocked, puzzled and awed by her display.

"Let's get this fucking bastard. Let's kill him."

Jareth nodded. He shoved his hurt emotions aside for a spell and grabbed Sarah's arm puling her close. "Sarah, listen to me. This is very important." He looked at her making sure he had her full attention. "When we face Aaron, I must get my magik back or we have very little chance of survival. We must provoke him into bringing out the orb that contains my powers. When he does smash it. The magik will return to me. Take any chance you get."

Sarah nodded mutely.

This was very, very bad.

End Chap.

Don't say I didn't warn you!! I apologise, please don't hurt me. Well review and be kind. Now if you'll excuse me, my pasta is ready.

P.S: Just reading over this in the online editor; "She would hate him, and it would be for his own good." ?? Thats pretty twisted logic! Whats going on in my head?