The four could merely stare. There was Sarah, fast asleep and dead to the world going on around her. They had tried everything to awaken her and stopped only when they had read the note. It had been written in a style none of them had ever seen, it was masculine and nothing Sarah ever would have been able to forge. Leaving them to conclude what the note told them.
Sarah had been forced to sleep for her health and was not to leave the bed until the next day. Once they assured themselves that she wasn't hurt they held their meeting.
"We shouldn't have left her." Nicky moaned, head resting on her partners shoulder. It was the collective thought but none of them could really do much about it now. Sarah was asleep and might as well have been in a coma.
"I guess we give her something worth waking up to." Mick grinned to the others. Sarah would be asleep for a while of even without the aid of magic. The others only need look into his eyes to know what he meant. Clean house. Within the hour they had all the cleaning supplies gathered and had begun the biggest torment known to man. Chores.
Sarah looked out the window in longing. Karen and her dad were back; both had been amazed, as had she, to find the house spotless. Of course Karen hadn't said a word on it and had been angry to find nothing to complain about. The gang had returned to their lives in the city, they had gotten the time off to be with her, now it was time they return to the real world. And she to hell. On the up side she had only a few days left until she could step freely out the door. She would be out that door. 'I'll go out there in weather that the mailman wouldn't. Just so long as it's outside of this house!
At the moment it was night, forehead pressed to the cool windowpane. A glass of water in her hand and a bottle of aspirin on the counter, she had yet to have her glasses returned and had ran out of contacts the day before. She had been sketching one of her old works and unfortunately it was a rather detailed one. Shrugging she gently rubbed her still stiff neck, her nerves were on edge. She hadn't seen, nor felt hide or hair of the Goblin king.
Not that she missed him, but it did make her worry over whether or not he was up to something.
Placing the cup into the sink she heard a noise from the ceiling, or rather the floor to the room that was above her. Toby's room to be precise. Knowing that he had yet to climb out of his crib she began her trip to the boy's room. Peeking through the crack in the door her heart stopped.
The news had been warning of kidnappings, and the sight of the darkened bulge moving towards his crib forced her to show what she was made off. Kicking the door open she made sure to make some noise. Karen and her father were out on yet another late night party. And she, dressed for bed in a pair of boxers and a nightshirt was far from intimidating.
Her intruder was easily twice her size, and had a nice big hunting knife. One that gleamed just like her books said it did under the moonlight, somehow she wished it didn't. "Get out of my house." She growled, she had not tripped through Jareth's Labyrinth just to have her brother kidnapped a month later.
Her newly appointed enemy had yet to speak. Instead the ski masked face merely stared at her. But instead of heading her survival instincts she ignored them and placed herself between the crib and window. Unfortunately this was closer to the one trying to take Toby away.
"Move lady, I'm going to get good money for that one."
"It'll be over my dead body." Moving into a position that practically screamed defense she tried to recall any fighting information she had ever heard or seen. Unfortunately all she knew came from books, not the best teachers in the world for something like this. Before she could blink he tackled her. She felt the cold of the blade against her arm but no pain. Rolling back she used her strength to catapult him into the wall.
The sound he made on impact did wonders for her self-esteem. Fighter she wasn't but dancer she was, she had speed and stamina. She was testing out how good they were in a fight. Adrenalin pumped through her veins and she felt her pulse pounding in her ears. She took in everything around her but focused on no one thing that wasn't her opponent.
He lunged for her again and she ducked, when he did get a hold of her she kicked, clawed and screamed louder than she ever had before. Never had she been able to lay a hand on Jareth, save for the first time, now she knew it wasn't her lack in fight capabilities.
Using moves she had never thought could transfers from dance to attack she forced him to let her go and then followed it with a kick. He lashed out with the knife and with the agility only years of muscle memory could express she jumped back and saved her spleen from getting an outside view of its world. Jumping high and throwing the side splits in for good measure she avoided the dive he had made for her. Running straight into the wall, this time he did not get up. Wasting no time Sarah gathered Toby into her arms.
It was at that exact moment that the door, somehow it had been shut during their fight, slammed open. Karen's enraged face made itself known and she looked from Sarah to the figure lying prone in the corner.
"What the-?" Sarah shoved the older woman aside; still running off the adrenaline nearly flew down the stairs. With a trembling hand she made the attempt to call the police. Placing the squalling child onto the couch she tried to finger the correct digits. "Sarah!" She dropped the phone before completing the call at the sound of her stepmother's shriek. "This is all your fault."
"What? How could it be-?" She began defending what was left of her tattered pride. She had had enough of Karen's shit and she was not going to be the family doormat, not anymore.
"I-I-I wish that man would take you away Sarah Williams!"
Thought I would leave you a nice little gift. Guess what people, I got my very own chance to roast a marshmallow, that's right I got flames. Personally I found it funny. :shrugs: My hide is a little thick and I guess I found it more fun that not. Ah well, what do you all think.
Aren't I just a stinker? Tell me, who saw this coming…be honest. Really, now he's not the bad guy who brought her back to the castle, the blame can be placed fully on Karen. Wonder what Jareth's going to think about this? Or should I say do?
Can anyone say CURSE??? I thought so. Any way REVIEW!!!!!!!!
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