AN this is my first foray into Laby fan-fiction; I have noticed that what I'm trying to write doesn't happen often in this fandom. Namely I am going to make Jareth into the weaker half of the relationship, he will, for most of the story be insane. In an almost Gollum like way. This story will probably be very dark, there will I hope be some funny bits but for the most part I hope it will be fairly gritty. I'm thinking about posting this story again on (un-rated and uncut) but I'm not sure yet.
Anyway on with the show
"You have no power over me."
That phrase echoed through the blackness of the Abyss, tormenting the mind imprisoned inside the barren gloom. The mind felt nothing, not his lips moving as he screamed and whimpered her name into the lightless shadows, and not the fingers that desperately clawed, trying in vain to elicit any response from a body that felt nothing.
Time was everything and nothing; he had been trapped there an eternity, and a moment all at once. His memories of day and night, of the parceling of time into hours, minutes, seconds, days was gone with his name and his life. Nothing was left of the man, only brief flashes of a dark haired woman, and a name that he clung to with everything left to him. Clung to and used as a shield against the razored words that drifted through the murk cutting away more of him, and that he focused on when the Black threatened to absorb him into itself.
AN Well there's the prologue hope you like it. I think you guys get where I'm going now.
Please R&R