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Right now I'm kinda writing from a third person perspective, and occasionally from a frontal point of view. If you don't understand anything please ask. I'm supposedly doing a Nanotech research project, but it's like 28 degrees here (New Zealand). Some of you might like this but I am BURNING. This is my first Fanfic…please read and review, all opinions very welcome! Aurora Ranger
Emancipation or Anarchy
Chapter Two: Jamie and the Underground
After Sarah defeated the Labyrinth it had simultaneously combusted into dust and systematically begun to rebuild. Rebuild with one objective. Every time the Labyrinth is defeated it rebuilds itself harder, more complicated and even more wild. Even Jareth did not fully understand its complicity, though he would never admit it, least of all to himself. But what he had noticed was that magic had begun to leak from the underground into earth. Or more accurately, it was being leeched to a single source. Once again, he could hazard a guess to what the source was…But maybe not. Within him raged two virulent emotions. Both he deemed unwanted, and one always seemed to prevail in strength. Though both had simple concepts neither could be highly justified. These were Love and Revenge, though they were much to agonizing for such simple terms.
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Jareth turned over in his sleep when (yet another) scream filled the air. Last straw. He scrambled out of bed and morphed into a giant, golden maned Lion. Opening his mouth wide, he roared a challenge. The cascading sound revibrated off the Labyrinth to the far edge of his kingdom. When it finally faded- silence. How he loved that word, that very concept, he thought satisfyingly while turning human. Tomorrow, I install pink silencer batts.
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Sarah turned uneasily in her sleep. Uncomforting and painful feelings welled inside her and as this sensation grew more profound she opened her eyes…..and screamed.
At this point I should probably explain a few things. Namely concerning Sarah and Jamie. They seemed to share to close bond that stopped just short of telepathy. They were so close and trusting in each other, and could sometimes sense the others emotions if they were strong enough. The only reasoning Sarah could find for this was that they were so close that they seemed like both were half of a single being.
The second thing is that ever since Sarah defeated the Labyrinth she had become tied to it and gained magic from it. She was capable of powers quite similar to Jareth, and some completely diverse others. She could morph into various different animals (this power seemed to take the shape of her emotions), manipulate basic elements when she was angry (mainly water, fire and air. she couldn't control this much at all), form shields around herself (only small, it was very energy consuming to create ones the size Jareth could) and was Telekinetic (meaning that she could move things with her mind. She had mastered this one to a small degree quite quickly). And she discovered new, unwanted powers all the time. 'It was strange' Sarah thought. 'That when you want to be special and powerful you can't be, and yet when you are you wish to normal again'. This was the main reason she didn't want to go in public anymore. She hadn't dared visit Toby, go running, shopping or practically any of the things she enjoyed in almost three months.
She had screamed because she had felt that Jamie was petrified out of her wits with fear. She had also morphed into a large, wild eyed black panther with perpetual night vision. This is very frightening in itself if you don't quite realise what has happened. Although she would never say it aloud (she was too proud), she had been dreaming of the wild, spiky-haired Jareth. She wasn't about to regret her decision, but she was never able to stop thinking about him. She had been too young, too immature. She always wondered if he was capable of filling up the emptiness inside her. She looked at her budget bedside clock; 1:50am. 13th hour. 'Stop it 'she told herself firmly. If she rang up to check on Jamie now, Jessie could probably manipulate it in court or make some stabbing comment like she was a incompetent mother.
She tried to dislodge the sickening sensation radiating from her stomach. Reaching across to her bedside lamp, her paw brushed against an unidentified object. Desperate to take her mind off Jamie she turned human and flicked the light on with her slender human hands. The object turned out to be a shimmering amethyst coloured letter with a strange magical aura. It was simply addressed Sarah. It had no stamp, proper address or return address. It would have had to have been placed. The refined paper seemed more then single dimension, sinking into amethyst depths. She swallowed hard. How could she have been in a room with such a foreign object without even being aware?
It opened easily as she cracked the heavy, old-fashioned wax seal. In side was a simple message written in flowing script on blunt white paper. You are never alone. The bottom dropped out of her stomach as a small pebble sized object dropped out of the strange envelope that Sarah could have sworn was empty a moment ago. It swelled in her palm, forming a perfect, flawless Crystal ball. JARETH! She felt another scream welling up inside her throat. She swallowed hastily. He was watching her. Of course he was. What did she expect? Once again the Goblin King had opened the door back into her life. What was even worse was she couldn't decide weather this was in fact a good or bad thing. She would solve this tomorrow… Flicking her strewn hair over her shoulder she flicked off the light and curled up, crystal ball clutched tightly in her palm. As she drifted into an uneasy sleep she realised she had successfully taken her mind off Jamie…. Now she just needed to get her mind off Jareth.
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Jamie looked around frantically but all her eyes met was darkness, seemingly as deep as oblivion. All around her, goblins teased and jeered. Goblins? One thing was for certain. This was defiantly not earth. When her small grasping hand happened upon a strange, course haired object she let out a blood curdling scream that tore the air. It seemed to hang heavy in the air long after the sound died in the throat, some of the frenzied chittering ceased. Suddenly an almighty roar filled the air from above her. If her scream had hung in the air, this roar ripped it to shreds. It was deafening as it echoed off the walls. As it slowly faded, an awful silence followed. All alone once again in the infinite darkness, Jamie curled into a tight ball and sobbed.
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Sarah woke with a start for the second time that night. Correction; Morning. The early morning sunlight streamed through the thin curtain. Breathing slowly to calm her racing heart she realised that the ringing in her ears was actually the telephone going off. Grabbing at the phone she hastily turned it on and pressed it tight to her right ear. "Sarah" the voice said. She recognised it as Jessie's lazy rumble… But it had a quality she had never heard in his voice before. "Sarah, something's wrong." Panic, that's what it was. "Spit it out then" she said sharply. She heard a deep breath that covered a sob on the other side of the phone. Never a good sign. "Its Jamie…. I checked her only a moment ago and she's gone!.." He was blubbering now. Under different circumstances listening to Jessie drop his calm demure could have been quite enjoyable. "…all the doors are still locked. She disappeared without a trace…" Sarah felt the air forcefully leave her lungs. Unwelcomed, a vision of 'Labyrinth' formed in her mind and she gasped as all the pieces fell into place. Desperately clutching her old worn duvet to her chest she quickly interrupted "what did you do the last time you saw her Jessie?" He sounded as though he would soon have an apoplexy if he carried on. Not that she minded. She was after all a woman scorned. She just wanted to get this information out of him before he did. "I only read her a story, she couldn't sle…" Sarah cut in again "What was this book called exactly?" she asked softly, making as many deals with God as she could. I will go to church every Sunday. I will respect my parents. I will not cuss. I will donate to every charity that knocks on my door….. "Labyrinth I think." The phone dropped out of her hand. 'That's it, all deals are OFF!'
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Jareth propped himself against his mountainous pillows, Three crystals floating like balls around him. It was Merlingday, and if the king was meant to be up before eleventh hour none of his minions pointed this out. Strangely enough, no one had vast inspirations of spending eternity in the bog of Eternal Stench. He had placed the letter carefully, She was bound to have found it by now. It had been near a decade since She had defeated the Labyrinth , and nothing had ever been quite the same. When she had said those words "You have no power over me" The Labyrinth had crumbled. Jareth had been in shock that he could be rejected. Shock wasn't really the right word. Crushed was far closer to the mark. He realised that it wasn't just his over inflated ego either. For the first time, Jareths heart of ice had begun to melt. He never realised till to late that he wasn't only fulfilling his obligation of Labyrinth master in helping her through the Labyrinth. He hadn't wanted anything to happen to her. He had hoped that she would see him in a different light afterwards instead of seeing him as the evil captor of her baby brother. He had loved her without even realising it. Love for her stubbornness, imagination, kindness and determination. Her large hazel eyes, long chocolate brown hair, tall sleek body… "Stop it" he ordered himself. That was a dangerous line of thought. He licked his thin lips and turned back to the crystal hovering in front of him. He allowed himself a cruel victors laugh. His idea was ingenious after all. He had noticed that he couldn't spy on her the conventional way he could with normal mortals. She seemed to have a shield constantly surrounding her. If he could just get inside that shield….
Sarah hand was curled around his crystal. Her face looked so delicate yet completely stubborn. And Ten years had changed her form a childish young girl to a refined young woman. But she had also taken on some new dimensions. She had a strange strength, a non-mortal like aura about her. He was shocked to see that pain lined her face. Not only that she seemed to have become more ruthless and cruel. 'Finally using your head as well as your heart, are we Sarah.' He said softly, pleased that Labyrinth had taught her a lesson. Or was this something more resent? You must remember that he had not dared look at her for almost a decade, fearing that it may push him to do something he would really regret. It seemed strange though that she looked to have barely aged at all…
Finally reaching a decision, he allowed some of his essence to flow through the crystal into her. Carefully he listened for subconscious thoughts. It seemed to be a constant struggle. He couldn't remember it ever being this hard before. Exhausted he drew back. He reviewed the information he had gained. Mortgage? Boring. Parents? Boring. Daughter. Daughter? How had this happened? The next thought explained a lot. Divorce. "I'll kill him" he said tightly, more as a matter of fact than an accusation. He remember the pain on Her face and exhaled slowly. The final thought was more of an emotion then a thought though it seemed to have an image attached. Hold on, that was his face! What was the feeling? Regret.
What was it she regretted? Jareth pondered frustrated. Leaving the underground? Marrying a complete jerk? Having a daughter? He had a suspicion but that seemed too good to be true. What if she loved him back? He shoved these thoughts aside as he strutted into his thrown room. When She had competed in Labyrinth, his palace had taken the look she imagined it to be. The reality was much, much grander. At the bottom step of his towering thrown was curled a small child, slightly older then the average children sent down here. At closer inspection it seemed to be a girl. As if awoken by his presence she looked up at him, fury alive in her eyes. Those eyes… "What are you going to do to me?" She questioned expectantly, not a drop of fear in her voice. Either she was a very good bluffer or she had a reason not to be scared. The question itself was also surprising. Only a few children could speak when they reached the palace and the questions were same-old. 'Where am I? who are you? What the hell are those things?' Shaking his head she replied, partially to test her reaction. "If the person how sent you away cannot complete the Labyrinth in time I will turn you into a Goblin." He inspected her closely. "That's OK then, but can I change the person to run the Labyrinth?" she said brightly, as though this was the best situation ever. He raised a questioning eyebrow. She looked at him impatiently. "Mummy told me this story yesterday" she frowned in concentration. "No, two days ago. And you are the Goblin King." She looked at him pensively. "She'll come and get me. She's done it all before." She puffed up her five year chest proudly. Jareth scrutinized her closely again. Long brown hair, hazel eyes, stubborn expression…. Oh no. Suddenly all the pieces fell together. "What's your name Child" He was kind now, manipulating her sense of security. "Jamie Arrow…. But I prefer Williams." Oh shit. Talk about a blessing and a curse. Not only had his grand plan just been terminated in one foul swoop, Sarah would have to come back now…. But she would hate, and blame him for it.
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Sarah's self-control cracked wide open. If you remember my earlier statements concerning Sarah's magic a continuation could be that it was highly unreliable and took the shape of her emotions. This forced her to stay at home more and more as she spun out of control. Her back arched beyond her control as she let out a roar that seemed to shake the neighbourhood. Fully clothed in her Lioness attire she began to tear at her bed spread before moving onto the curtains. "How dare he" She snarled, claws slashing into the flimsy hard board door. She quivered at the thought of her tiny Jamie in the hands of the cruel Goblin King. She morphed into a large snowy wolf and bayed at an imaginary moon. Jareth. If only she could sort out her feelings for him before the confrontation she knew must come. What did she feel? Disgust, pity, anger, hate and…. something else. That emotion always seemed to overall the others usually but now…. The curled into a small black Persian cat, mewing its pain. There was only one thing for it, she thought as she curled even smaller around her furry stomach. I have to confront Him now. The question was how.
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"So haw did you know I was the Goblin King?" Jareth asked curiously after a moments thought. "Oh, mummy told me all about you!" Jamie proclaimed proudly. "Mismatched green and blue eyes…." She numbered them off on the chubby fingers. "…..Half moon pendant, spiky hair, really tight trousers…" Jareth raised an eyebrow, smothering a laugh. "Well you do!" Jamie protested indignantly. This might just be a good time to run, far and fast, Jareth though. Sarah had said all this to Jamie? What else did the cute little kid know? Jamie stood there pouting. OK, maybe not innocent-cute anyway… but pretty in a Sarah way. Suddenly there was a large displacement of magic from the Underworld flowing to Earth. He didn't hear it so much as he felt it grate painfully against his nerves, setting his pointy teeth on an edge. It all gathered to a point. Then realization struck. The Underground and Earth seemed to be……..Merging.
He 'teleported into the 'eye' of the storm and when his eyes finally cleared he looked around. He appeared to be in a small room, light streaming in from small windows. His guess was it was a bedroom. Or more accurately, it had been a bedroom. Everything was slashed, broken or destroyed in some way and in the very middle off the wreckage was curled a small, delicate black cat. Every particle of magic seemed to be floating into the foreign, yet strangely familiar creature. Suddenly it looked up at him with hazel eyes filled to the brim with rage. The hair stood back on his neck as he recognised…..Sarah?
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Sorry it's quite a slow moving story…. It will get better. And please review me, I need motivation! Please tell me it my grammar is off, i checked it in about two minutes and I have a huge amount of homework to do. It's a Friday. Oh Yeah!