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Chapter 2
"Jareth!" Sarah's cries echoed in the small alleyway and her attacker stopped what he was doing to look at her.
"Y'know missy, I thought that maybe you'd learnt that screaming is a part of struggling, and strugglin' well it gets ya hit. Guess I gave you too much credit though. He drew his fist back and went to hit her again. Sarah closed her eyes and waited for the impact. It didn't come.
As Sarah lay there on the ground waiting for the pain that was sure to come she held her breath and prayed that somebody would save her. 'I wish somebody would take me away from this awful place.' Even as she said them in her mind she knew the words sounded familiar. After a moment when the pain did not come she opened her eyes. When she did she breathed a sigh of relief at the sight before her.
Jareth was there. She was saved.
Her attacker was still on top of her but he was now gasping for breath and Jareth was standing by watching the spectacle of the filthy man with his now flaccid member hanging out as he was slowly suffocating.
Sarah could do nothing more than stare. Until the man who had tried to rape her began to lose consciousness and fall forwards toward her. Just as she was about to cry out, the weight of the man was gone from on top of her and she could breathe a little easier. Then Jareth quickly crossed the distance between them and knelt beside her.
"Sarah," he asked her quietly, "Are you alright?"
She nodded, but pain of her wrist and many other aches made their presence known as she moved. She let out a whimper not being able to hold it in.
Jareth took in her injuries with a cursory glance and then proceeded to scoop her up into his arms gently before whispering to her.
'Sleep."
It was the last thing she heard before darkness took her.
AN: I know, that was really short, but I'm writing the next chapter now. Don't forget to leave me a pressie in the box marked Reviews.