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Okay, this and the next chapter were going to be a single chapter…. But situations change and I am stuck between maniac fitness regimes, School project deadlines…. And I forgot my Mothers birthday! My parents are divorced (you probably heard some screaming a few years back wherever you are) and my mum drives me nuts! She lives two hours away and I see her like once a year. On top of that she is a pathological liar… and I can't even tell her she's lying and has a clinical disorder because she doesn't (wont believe) know it! deep breaths She tried to sue me for not coming to see her, pulls everything important in my life down around my ears and only ever talks about herself… for hours! And she wonders why I hate her and forgot her birthday! I feel real guilty! I promise to make the next chapter three times as long if some one gives me useful advice!

That said, thanks for the reviews and enjoy Aurora Ranger

Emancipation or Anarchy

Chapter Three: Confrontational Anarchy

Sarah sensed another's presence in her room and tensed when she saw….. Jareth? Without being fully conscience of what she was doing all her anger contracted into a single point, Jareth's cocky face. The best way I can explain what happened is that it was like SHC taken to a whole new level. Simultaneous Human Combustion is when a person randomly burst spontaneously into flame. Very like 'Pyrogenetics' also, but for the sake of people who dislike science, I wont go into that now. A wall of flame erupted from Sarah as she lost her cat form, and with the intensity of a nuclear bomb it began to expand.

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Jareth only had time to widen his eyes in shock before he was engulfed in flame. Burning, searing, hot flame. He immediately flung a shield around himself, a small bubble in a sea of fire. It only just protected him and a small portion of lucky floorboards. The rest of the room however was entirely annihilated. This was not right! Sarah had no right to claim powers that were rightfully his… and his alone!

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Sarah felt her knees buckle. The flame was literally burning up her energy at such a phenomenal rate she couldn't hold out much longer. She looked up and smirked. Jareth, saved once again by the bubble. Good for him. She threw her last dregs of failing energy and set off a final massive explosion that seemed to rock the neighbourhood. That done she sank slowly to the burned floor, captivated by the charred sunburst patterns the flame had left ingrained deep in the wood. Jareth shattered his 'bubble' and stepped toward her. A malicious expression was plastered on his sharp face, emphasised by the fact his clothes were singed, hair and eyebrows smouldering. He slowly stepped toward her, with the caution of one approaching a rattle snake. "Sarah, you have to stop NOW!" the despair and anger in his voice scared her and in her panic her limbs stretched and contorted, leaving her as a falcon, exhausted on the floor. He stepped toward her again and she found her rock hard stubborn streak close to the surface. Cawing a challenge she forced herself airborne. Talk about crash flight course. This was the first time she'd ever flown, and her wings felt weak and ungainly. Clumsily she flew through a hole where there had once been a wall. If she could just get out….

An angry screech filled the air behind her. She didn't exactly fancy her chances being caught in the air by a master. She dropped to the ground in her new, more adapted shape, a sleek tawny ermine. She slithered back and forth through the acrid burnt grass, Scurrying for the nearby Hebe bushes. She felt the beat of strong wings displace the air behind her….. a moment before cold talons folded around her small fragile body. The pit of her stomach stayed on earth as she soared into the thick, gluggy air. Her mind cleared and she began to think rationally. 'Well there goes my element of surprise…. And now I have to face up to a Jareth without eyelashes. Oh great. Why on earth did I do that!' She couldn't help but do a goofy ermine grin. 'At least the first round was mine.' The distant distinct whirl of fire engines was carried in the breeze…..and we'll just leave it to say the view was impressive. I'm certain Sarah would have agreed, but she was rather occupied with hyperventilating over her impending 500foot drop. Her black button eyes were firmly squeezed shut. At last she felt something underneath her. Had she fallen and this was death, or had they landed? What would be worse? Opening her eyes she scrutinized the park setting around her. There were no people around, but it was still defiantly earth. 'He must have a very strong preposition to make if he is willing to land in a place where I am capable of escape. Or not.' She was at the last of her strength and being an ermine with Jareth still perched on you is pretty stressful. Slowly she turned human, still dressed in old jeans and stretchy white t-shirt. As she did the falcon entrapping her warped and contorted into the human Jareth complete with tight trousers and singed eye brows that added the bemused expression to his face. Or maybe that was just natural considering the circumstances. The essential part of this is more that Jareth was using his superior weight and had her pinned to the ground, with what seemed to adamantly be no intention of budging. "I hope you know" Jareth started smoothly. "That in the last ten minutes I have been battered, bruised, charred and singed. I have morphed more then I care to remember, and expended an undesirable amount of energy." He looked at her closely. She raised an enquiring eyebrow, the only expression on her clear face. "Visiting you has got to be more hectic than all the small scale invasions I have ever thought! It is just not right!" Feeling her shake he looked back at her face. And almost took a double take. Sarah was laughing. Hysterically. "Its good to see you to, Jareth" she laughed. Jareth raised an eyebrow. Concession? He had tried to make a soft landing…. Suddenly she grew quiet. "I need Jamie, Jareth. I will do anything to get her back."

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Jareth sighed. If Sarah defeated the Labyrinth again she would have to speak those cruel, searing words "You have no power over me" again. He didn't even want to contemplate that. Besides, Sarah had somehow turned Fae…..or something close to it. She must have gained immortality. She looked as though she hadn't aged much beyond growing up at all in ten years. And lets face it, no human could have wreaked so much havoc and came out in one piece. He remembered her laughter. Ok, almost one piece. And she had sucked the power from Labyrinth- nearly merging earth and the Underground. As it stood, he would be dissipating the memory of Goblins that had become visible from human minds for weeks. Or maybe not. It would be entertainment to watch the stupid people being slung in asylums just because the started rambling about his minions. Hmmm… that had potential…. Getting back to the present situation concerning Sarah he thought, if she had power from Labyrinth, did that mean she had power over Labyrinth?

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Slowly Jareth rolled off Sarah. Her eyes seemed like giant wells of pain. 'For who?' he mused. 'Pain for Jamie? Pain for Herself?' he steeled himself, wondering if he was going to regret this. "If you want to be with Jamie, fine. You just might dislike the consequences" Jareth stated. Sarah only had time to register his strong hand grasp neatly into hers before the world turned infinite black.

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