Disclaimer: Though I would die happy if it were true, Labyrinth belongs to
the genius Jim Henson, not me (Duh!). Alex, however, belongs to me so
there!
1.1 Rating: PG
1.2 Note: First fanfic here! Hope ya like it!
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2 Labyrinth II: Based on a True Story
Chapter One: Meet Alex
As Alex stood in the frosty autumn air, she took a deep breath and straightened her blouse. She couldn't help it. She was nervous, and there was no denying that fact. She brushed away the tangle of dark curls that the wind had tossed in her face and slowly made her way to the front door.
You earned this girl. How many papers did you write to get here? How many hours did you slave through those endless nights?
She mentally tried to pump herself up, but to no avail. There was always that annoying voice that constantly whispered at the back of her head.
You do realize you are just eighteen don't you? Straight out of high school and already your teacher assigns you to a major case. Do you seriously think you're up to this? You must be crazy.
Alex shook her head, desperately trying to push away the disturbing thoughts. She took another deep breath.
"May as well get this over with." She said aloud, more to reassure herself than anything else. Before she would allow her small amount of confidence to drain away, she quickly pushed open the large oaken doors to reveal a darkened entranceway. Hundreds of papers fluttered about the hall as the cold wind fought its way inside.
She paused briefly, allowing herself time to calm down. The gothic style furniture and eerie portraits of what she guessed were long-dead relatives didn't help the mood at all. "Hello? Is anyone here?" Alex's voice echoed off the high cathedral ceilings, giving away her fear. She waited a moment in the silence. "Well, if no one's here then I suppose I'll just be on my way." She half-heartedly smiled and turned to make her way back out to her car, only to bump into something rather solid. "JESUS CHRIST! What the hell are you people trying to do? Scare me to death?" She glared angrily down at the man standing before her.
It didn't take much to set Alex off in a flood of anger, and being rather tall at six
feet tall, she could be intimidating if the occasion called for it.
"Sorry if my butler frightened you my dear." A British accented voice called out from behind her.
"No harm done." She muttered quietly and turned to face her new client. Perhaps even more quickly she choked back the gasp which flew to her throat.
"Something wrong my dear?" The blond man questioned, slowly descending the stairs. Alex felt a familiar annoyance begin to swell within her.
"Oh just the simple fact that my teacher seemed to forget the name and occupation of my client. I had no idea it would be David Bowie." The man chuckled and Alex had no idea if he was laughing with her or simply at her.
"I'm afraid that was my doing…what was your name again?"
"Alexandria Richards." She said, automatically extending her hand, expecting him to shake it. Instead he took her hand and gently kissed. An odd tingling sensation coursed up her right arm and caused her to blush. She quickly removed her hand from his and assumed (what her father lovingly called it) her game face. Noticing her sudden seriousness of mood, David adopted his own business-like manner.
"Shall we begin then? Please follow me." He motioned for her to follow him and they picked their way around the numerous piles of manuscripts and assorted paperwork that covered the entrance hall.
Alex glanced into each of the rooms as they passed, making note of each. Each room appeared to be very beautiful, if somewhat untidy. But, no matter the beauty or expanse of the room, she felt the same loneliness and solitude emanating from it. When the pair finally came to a halt, Alex found herself standing outside another large pair of oak doors.
"Go ahead." David indicated the door. "Open it." Alex carefully wrapped her fingers around the gold handle, pulling it open. With a neglected creak, the door swung open, revealing a large room which appeared to be covered for ceiling to floor in memorabilia of David's acting career, focusing on the Labyrinth.
She slowly entered the room, trying to take in all of the sights at once. Though she had vaguely recalled parts of the move when she had first realized her client was David Bowie, she wasn't prepared for the many emotions or memories it would bring forth. As she made her way around the room, thoughts long buried by life and her studies were emerging to the surface.
I can't believe I had forgotten about it all…She smiled to herself, remembering how she used to pretend she was Sarah running around her backyard on warm summer nights, right before the fireflies began to stretch their ting wings and light up the night sky. It really was a magical time. For but a moment she was truly a child again.
"Alexandria?" David Bowie's words and curious expression brought her back to the present with a start.
"Alex…call me Alex." She smiled, turning to face him. "Lets get started, shall we?
Did you like it?
Considering the fact that this is my first fanfiction on fanfiction.net I pray that you will tolerate me and enjoy my writing. I hope Labyrinth II will evolve into a story you all love. In order to do this I NEED YOUR REVIEWS!!!! I luv you guys! Thanks for readin' see you soon! ~ Billie BP
1.1 Rating: PG
1.2 Note: First fanfic here! Hope ya like it!
===============================================================
2 Labyrinth II: Based on a True Story
Chapter One: Meet Alex
As Alex stood in the frosty autumn air, she took a deep breath and straightened her blouse. She couldn't help it. She was nervous, and there was no denying that fact. She brushed away the tangle of dark curls that the wind had tossed in her face and slowly made her way to the front door.
You earned this girl. How many papers did you write to get here? How many hours did you slave through those endless nights?
She mentally tried to pump herself up, but to no avail. There was always that annoying voice that constantly whispered at the back of her head.
You do realize you are just eighteen don't you? Straight out of high school and already your teacher assigns you to a major case. Do you seriously think you're up to this? You must be crazy.
Alex shook her head, desperately trying to push away the disturbing thoughts. She took another deep breath.
"May as well get this over with." She said aloud, more to reassure herself than anything else. Before she would allow her small amount of confidence to drain away, she quickly pushed open the large oaken doors to reveal a darkened entranceway. Hundreds of papers fluttered about the hall as the cold wind fought its way inside.
She paused briefly, allowing herself time to calm down. The gothic style furniture and eerie portraits of what she guessed were long-dead relatives didn't help the mood at all. "Hello? Is anyone here?" Alex's voice echoed off the high cathedral ceilings, giving away her fear. She waited a moment in the silence. "Well, if no one's here then I suppose I'll just be on my way." She half-heartedly smiled and turned to make her way back out to her car, only to bump into something rather solid. "JESUS CHRIST! What the hell are you people trying to do? Scare me to death?" She glared angrily down at the man standing before her.
It didn't take much to set Alex off in a flood of anger, and being rather tall at six
feet tall, she could be intimidating if the occasion called for it.
"Sorry if my butler frightened you my dear." A British accented voice called out from behind her.
"No harm done." She muttered quietly and turned to face her new client. Perhaps even more quickly she choked back the gasp which flew to her throat.
"Something wrong my dear?" The blond man questioned, slowly descending the stairs. Alex felt a familiar annoyance begin to swell within her.
"Oh just the simple fact that my teacher seemed to forget the name and occupation of my client. I had no idea it would be David Bowie." The man chuckled and Alex had no idea if he was laughing with her or simply at her.
"I'm afraid that was my doing…what was your name again?"
"Alexandria Richards." She said, automatically extending her hand, expecting him to shake it. Instead he took her hand and gently kissed. An odd tingling sensation coursed up her right arm and caused her to blush. She quickly removed her hand from his and assumed (what her father lovingly called it) her game face. Noticing her sudden seriousness of mood, David adopted his own business-like manner.
"Shall we begin then? Please follow me." He motioned for her to follow him and they picked their way around the numerous piles of manuscripts and assorted paperwork that covered the entrance hall.
Alex glanced into each of the rooms as they passed, making note of each. Each room appeared to be very beautiful, if somewhat untidy. But, no matter the beauty or expanse of the room, she felt the same loneliness and solitude emanating from it. When the pair finally came to a halt, Alex found herself standing outside another large pair of oak doors.
"Go ahead." David indicated the door. "Open it." Alex carefully wrapped her fingers around the gold handle, pulling it open. With a neglected creak, the door swung open, revealing a large room which appeared to be covered for ceiling to floor in memorabilia of David's acting career, focusing on the Labyrinth.
She slowly entered the room, trying to take in all of the sights at once. Though she had vaguely recalled parts of the move when she had first realized her client was David Bowie, she wasn't prepared for the many emotions or memories it would bring forth. As she made her way around the room, thoughts long buried by life and her studies were emerging to the surface.
I can't believe I had forgotten about it all…She smiled to herself, remembering how she used to pretend she was Sarah running around her backyard on warm summer nights, right before the fireflies began to stretch their ting wings and light up the night sky. It really was a magical time. For but a moment she was truly a child again.
"Alexandria?" David Bowie's words and curious expression brought her back to the present with a start.
"Alex…call me Alex." She smiled, turning to face him. "Lets get started, shall we?
Did you like it?
Considering the fact that this is my first fanfiction on fanfiction.net I pray that you will tolerate me and enjoy my writing. I hope Labyrinth II will evolve into a story you all love. In order to do this I NEED YOUR REVIEWS!!!! I luv you guys! Thanks for readin' see you soon! ~ Billie BP