Double Trouble 5
Hello everyone IM SO SORRY its been like forever since I've updated but as usual I've been in a stump, and I've also been working on some original work as well so its caught me up. THANKFULY over my way its summer vacation so I really don't have an excuse not to put up another chapter do I? LOL
I probably lost my reviewers and IM SO SORRY once again for being so long, BUT I made this chapter 6 pages longer then what it usually is for a peace offering.
One eye is green,
The other is blue,
He wears black gloves,
And I think he's REALLY COOL.
Yeah...sorry bout that I had a sudden impulse to rhyme, anyway some of this was actually suppose to be added to the last chapter but sadly I was so caught up with home work I couldn't actually sit down to type it sigh oh well it shall be a chapter within its self.
I would like to thank all ye who have supported me and reviewed thus far…but I would like to also give a special thanks to George the guy who lives in my ear for giving me some great advise.
Tarting from my firstreviewer Moonjava to JESSEK, CariahDelonne ,crnflkgal niichan62 and of course George the guy who lives in my ear thanks to all of you and my good friend Lost Holldir I have been inspired to go on with this story. THANKS SO MUCH AGAIN!
And to get this over with as you all know I do not own Labyrinth…though I wish I did and…yeah you get the picture. ENJOY!
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"DADDY," Robert was awoken from a scream directing towards his daughters room.
"So much for sleeping in," he thought grimly to himself, stumbling out of bed, grappling for his robe and out into the hall. He made it passed the boys room and the bathroom before another curdling scream erupted from the sixteen year olds bedchamber. Kicking open the already broken door Robert staggered through the warn frame. He sighed half relieved and half in distress as his daughter sat on the floor, her little red book in hand. Her eyes were wide in shock as the lone box sat at her side, toppled over and onto its side; its contents as he could see were at amiss. It seems as she was trying to leave the bed, opening the lid as she crumbled from the brace of her divan miss consisting her level of mobility.
"Why are mice in my room!" she exclaimed out of shock, her hair whipped from side to side as she searched for the little rodents. Mr. Green frowned, he had forgotten he had brought them to her room as a surprise, obviously they both had forgotten about the promise. Elizabeth sucked in air sharply, "Dad they might get into my drawers! You know how mice are they chew up anything they can fined to make nests, all my drawings and journals," she moved onto all fours and began to painfully drag herself towards her desk.
"Now love your just being paranoid, it takes weeks to make nests. Besides they were born and raised in a cage their probably scared to death."
Elizabeth gave him a weary glance," Great then I'm going to find mice dung everywhere."
"That unfortunately I can't argue with, unless we fined the buggers before they have a chance to."
It was a while later before they had finally placed all five mice safely back into their cardboard dungeon. Squealing and shaking all the way, Elizabeth had quickly grown fond of the small beasts. Her father at last sat down upon her mattress looking quite pleased and relieved they had finally caught them all.
"Well," he sighed with his eyes sparkling, "I'd say that was record time." He looked down towards his daughter who sat just at the right of him, her seat the ground, while an elbow lulled upon her father's knee whilst her head rested upon his hype.
"I'd say," she said, listening quietly as the poor creatures scratched at their barrier. She looked up at her father expectantly watching as he unconsciously combed his fingers through her long mane, his glance directed towards her window, yet some how not seeking past the pane of glass. She whispered his name, which drew him from his trance with a snap of his blinking eyes to hers. Then as he peered into her calm, young wondering eyes he knew he had trailed off again. He chuckled almost sadly, reaching down he pressed his lips lightly on his daughter's forehead.
"Sorry love," he drew the hand which was earlier stroking her head lovingly, to her face. "You look so much like your mother, your eyes and your lips," He paused tracing her jaw with his thumb, "yet…there is something else about you," He smiled sadly again giving her one more peck upon the temple before lifting her head and arm gently from his body and onto the mattress. Her head immediately straitened watching her father stand and do the same, tilting his neck to the side as he had always done and rubbed his neck almost savagely. "Well love, " his mood lightened considerably, "I better go down stairs and see how your mother is fairing with the twins," he paused looking down at her, "would you like me to bring up the bird food later?"
Elizabeth nodded, grinning while reaching for a grip on the post of her bed. Robert moved to help yet thought better of it and hung back watching as she slowly moved to sit where he had just moments before. She sighed at her jobs well done looking up to see her fathers smirking face then to disappear down the hall. What had gotten into him all of a sudden she mused.
As Robert descended down the hall his mind kept replaying past thoughts he would have rather kept buried. He shook his bowed head, his expression deep with trouble. After all these years why would he remember now? Why were they so important? Yet what did they mean? They were all jumbled up in his head, which only made matters worse. A girls giggling could be heard. Bright brown eyes and a toothy smile that would put the most soulless of beings into a lip cracking smile. The wondering air Elizabeth played upon her face seems to open locked doors he thought could never possibly be opened again. That face, lightly feather kissed with rosy cheeks her auburn locks framing her face. What did it remind him of, better yet who? This girl in his mind, in hid memories, who was she?
"Robert there you are." Mr. Green peered up to find Sarah staring back bright eyed and smiling. Her radiance seemed to seep through him like a hot bath after getting caught in a cold fall shower. He looked around at his surroundings to find he was standing in the middle of his living room and not even aware of it. He smiled back pushing the confusion from his mind and into her waiting arms.
"Hello my lovely Sarah," he lightly said laughing at his lack of presence to the world around him. He stood delicately running a finger across her shoulder blades; he could feel her smile upon his chest.
"Hello, you've been up there for a while," she looked up at him, her question cut short as her eye caught blue and red fabric, her smile turned to a smirk.
"Now what is so funny my dear Sarah," Robert innocently asked her. She stared at him for a while seeming to see if he really had no clue. Coming to the conclusion that he indeed didn't, Sarah gently pulled his head down until she could whisper into his ear.
"Your still in your pajamas." She watched his face turn from questioning to surprise, glancing down he came to realize that indeed he still stood in his robe and pajamas. Sarah began to chuckle and he joined in with a hearty laugh.
Soon the boys came in from the kitchen, wide-eyed and in question, for they hadn't seen their parents in such a wondrous mood in a long while.
"Daddy?" Jonathon asked confused, he and Jay Jay stood in matching tan kakis with dark blue t-shirts, their feet covered with white socks. Their faces once again smeared in the daily peanut butter and jelly, as well as their hands. It was a wonder they didn't get any on their shirt, though how could he tell really from the color.
"Come on Johnny, Jay Jay," he motioned for each of them to take a hand. "Lets go get cleaned up."
It was Monday and Elizabeth was ordered by both doctor and parents to stay home. Though she thoroughly loved the fact that she didn't have to attend another week of school, she would be missing Halloween her favorite holiday which made all the excitement she felt dashed.
"But mom!"
"Hush Elizabeth I would have thought you would be rejoicing at this?"
"Not if I have to miss Halloween because of it," Elizabeth sighed, slouching back into the sofa located currently in the living room, remote in hand and a bowl of half eaten cheerios in the next. Sarah smiled sympathetically down at her daughter; she could act like such a small child when it came to big round pumpkins and glow in the dark spider rings.
"Now you know what the doctor said Liz," her mother warned slipping on a warm coat before grabbing her purse and keys.
"Don't strain yourself and get plenty of rest," Elizabeth droned out a fake motherly tone, she lightly scratched her bandaged, scabbed arms before folding them resolutely to her chest. Her mother nodded coming to her side and pecked her head lightly before sauntering back towards the front door.
"I'm going to be gone for the most part of the day, your father will be picking up the boys from day care, and if you get hungry there's some left over in the kitchen. I'll be picking up the trick-or-treat candy and the pumpkins while I'm at the market so plan on making jack-o-lanterns tonight," Sarah gave an aired kiss to her daughter before opening the door and closing it.
Elizabeth gave another sigh, louder this time knowing her father was down stairs in the basement working on some kind of woodiery of his and wouldn't be around to hear it.
Finally alone at last.
Reaching from behind her she brought out her little red booklet and began to read….
Elizabeth felt herself awaken as she heard the sound of the door open and shut with a loud bang. Two little bell like voices rang through the walls of the Williams and Green house telling Elizabeth it was time to hop up into her haven once again.
"WIZZY!" before she had a chance to even move she was pounced upon.
"Johnny, Jay Jay," her father scowled half heartedly watching in amusement as the two clobbered their sister with hugs and exited squeals.
"Wizzy, Wizzy," they chanted, "daddy got uses cost-uumes." Elizabeth realized that they in fact both sate in costumes, Identical of course, though you couldn't blame her parents for wanting to keep the cuteness of the look a like dress a like situation, they would learn in a couple of years or so that they aren't one package but two.
"Yes, yes," she smiled meekly, breathing slightly heavy as the two boys persisted to jump upon her stomach. "Johnny!" her reactions changed suddenly to pain and anger as he slipped and fell against on of her bruised left arm. She hissed as she sucked in air, flexing her fingers in pain as if they had the uncontrollable urge to latch upon the small boy's neck and squeeze.
"Sowy Wizzy," he said worriedly snapping back from her form as if she were a spitting cobra.
"Love," her fathers voice warned from beyond, which she sighed in response and held out her hands slightly, motioning for him to come back and sit upon her chest. His hands wrapped around a finger of their choice, snuggling down he laid his head underneath her chin slightly nuzzling her skin. She sighed again watching her fathers leaving form as he slipped back from where they came, through the kitchen and out the back door where he most likely went to retrieve the boy's backpacks from the trunk of the car.
Jareth came to her as well snuggling up to her other side she braced his back with the palm of her hand to keep his body balanced and from sliding off and onto the ground.
She didn't mean to scare him like that, though at the time the pain was overbearing and her only sense was too lash out not caring that he was just a small child and it was an accident. She was just that way and she always in the end felt horrible for it.
A chuckle vibrated his chest as he watched the girl intently within his crystal. His piercing mismatched eyes showed an emotionless glaze to them as they observed the three.
Some how he would get them…
He had waited too long for this coming day all his plans set forth into place like a jigsaw puzzle.
He sate as usual on his throne lounging upon it comfortably, one leg kicked back up onto the arm of his lofty perch. Eyebrows firm and commanding he held a crystal in each gloved hand. One beheld the image of the threesome while the other held a bustling dark brown haired woman, eyes wildly scanning an isle of half priced Halloween candy.
Her face warn yet in its own way still as full of life as she was that time ago, his face softened slightly watching her strain her hand to reach a packet of chocolates that sat at the top row. With a quick blink of a lash he watched as the plastic bag slide down just close enough to where she could grip the corner of it with her index and middle fingers, it slipped then on effortlessly into her hands. Smiling slightly in triumph she scooted down the gaudy colored tiled line, plastic bag now imprisoned within a metal cart, as it was scooted along gripped lightly with small smooth hands.
How many times had he sat and watched her, not to mention hours? Ever since her leaving he had done nothing but drowned in her presence. Crystal attire. So close yet so far. How mocking these crystals were to him, yet a blessing.
Scoffing softly his exterior changed back to one of stone; flipping the crystal with the green eyed women within its depths it promptly thinned to a bubble and popped with a sudden force, bright glitter lofted down from where it just stood. His attention was soon back to the three some, much to his pleasure now just one with bright emerald eyes. She struggled up winding stairs. Small book in back pocket of her pants, hands grappling to the side brace. He smiled pointed teeth just visible beneath his thin flush lips. Getting up, ball still in hand he walked towards a high arched window and looked out. Breathing deeply he smirked one last time before jumping.
Elizabeth's eyes snapped up to the ceiling. Scratching could be heard coming from just above where she stood, startling her she dropped the figurine that she held within her hands, it sounded with a dull thud upon the floor. Could he really be up there still? Her heart began to race, her nerves knotted within as she moved towards the door, forgetting all about the ornament that lay on its side.
It's once out stretched hand now snapped and disentangled from its body, laid a few feet away from its porcelain body. Clad in a dark cloak and blonde unruly hair, mismatched eyes stare back up into space, a mischievous smirk painted upon its features.
"If I'm ever going to know I have to go up there," Elizabeth coached herself slipping out the door with a satchel slung on her shoulder. Making her way towards the stair case for the second time that week, she neared the plain looking closet door. What am I doing! He mind screamed as she slowly gripped the knob to the strange world above her. You know nothing is up there that'll hurt you. She swallowed stepping into the closet and looking up and to her surprise she found the small square shaft of light drifting down. It seems in her parent's quickness and concern they left the attic open. She shook her head and seized the edge of a shelf for balance. How was she to climb up? Testing her mobility skills she soon found she could easily enough move with one leg if she used the knee of her wounded leg for support. Though it was more time consuming before long Elizabeth found herself peeking through the entrance of the attic.
A hazy aura was set within the large room. Shadows loomed in the corner and a cold draft encased the area, colder as you came closer towards the still broken window. Elizabeth struggled through the hole and to the ground in a tired heap, she sneezed a couple of times before lifting her head to peek around. It sounded quiet, too quiet.
"King?" Elizabeth whispered almost fearfully looking up around the rafters if he might be hiding in a corner. No fleck of white could be seen. Was she going crazy then? She was sure she heard him up here. "Hey you feather brained owl where are you?" she mechanic-like lifted upon the ground to search left in right with her upper body. A small breeze suddenly showered upon her, unconsciously she brought up an arm as she heard wings suddenly beat upon the air, dipping her head she felt something soft a sleek brush against her arm. Peeking behind gauze and flush flesh, Elizabeth watched the figure land as gracefully as possible to the boarding.
"Now you come," her eyes soften slightly, "Well I guess that bird brain stuff got to you huh." She listened to the soft click of its beak as she sat the bag down next to her. Reaching into the bag she pulled out a small water bottle and first aid wrap; the snowy white backed up slightly at the sight of it, blinking its unusual mismatched eyes in irritation. "You know," she continued, "I have no clue why I'm talking to a bird." placing them on the floor she reached towards the closest box to her left she could find, and sifting around she pulled out an old Tupperware bowl. The owl hooted in response to her jabber, shuffling it ruffled its feathers before settling down on the floor. Looking down, his intense eyes connected with hers in a heated gaze. "But you don't act like a normal owl." He stiffened slightly at this though she must have not have see it for she turned away from him towards the bottle.
King glanced towards her back pocket and blinked in surprise. How convenient, there in her pocket could be seen the top of a deep red journal or small book. If owls could smile he would be doing just that. With a snap of his beak the bottle fell away from Elizabeth's grasp and rolled off away from her. She sighed in frustration and began to make her way towards it.
Parking in the back Sarah lugged out a couple of bags before starting towards the house.
"Robert, Elizabeth will you help me with the groceries," setting the luggage on the counter she realized how quiet it sounded. Kicking herself mentally she began to place the food in their rightful places. Elizabeth was hurt and Robert had the kids, she could handle the provisions.
Taking off her coat she slung it over one of the kitchen chairs before going to the cabinets to pull out a large bowl. Leaning slightly she placed it across the island by the bag with candy. Walking out of the door she came back shortly after with a pumpkin in one hand and a bag in the other, she proceed afterwards to bring in four more of the fairly large orange vegetables before she was able to shut the car trunk with nothing left and head back into the house.
Sighing slightly she turned on the lights in the kitchen watching as each bulb flicker on above. Coming to the sink she was about to turn it on when her sight caught a glimpse of something pale. Glancing down in surprise she found a warn envelope sitting like it belonged there. Her name was written with a heavy ink print, curled and fine, she smirked wondering if this was another one of her husband's ploys for a romantic evening ahead. Picking it up out of curiosity she pealed off the odd wax imprint on the back, a feather she didn't take notice to at first fell from its bindings as she lifted the note from within. Though the moment her fingers touched the odd ruff off white parchment, all her nerves pricked with hesitant and paranoia. Sliding the note back within its folds she set the note back upon the white tiled surface.
After I get the groceries put away and the candy out, she thought moving away from the letter as though it was on fire and getting too close to it would burn. Turning around she began to take what nots from plastic or paper fastenings and set them into the refrigerator or cupboards.
"King!" Elizabeth growled in frustration, "You have a hurt wing let me take a look at it" For the past thirty minutes Elizabeth had been trying to coax the owl to her with no luck. Sighing she sat back to her original place and glared none end at the bird. "Fine you want to stay gimpy that's your choice." Dropping the wrap to the ground she slung her bag to her side and reached in to pull out the bird seed. She was tempted to just leave him there to starve to death but thought better of it. She had already opened the bottled water putting some in the plastic bowl for him to drink out of yet he seemed to be too proud of a bird to set his standards so low as to drink out of one of her human plastic contraptions even if he was some what thirsty.
Still eyeing him she couldn't seem to pull open the bird seed wrapping with her fingers so she gnawed at it with her teeth. The owl screeched just as the bag came ripping open from the bottom. Elizabeth cursed under her breath, as the owl sat hissing in its usual mocking fashion.
"Oh shut up King." She brushed the seed from her lap; looking down on the ground she rolled her eyes. "Well isn't this just peachy." Rolling away she grabbed her bag and the wrapping and moved towards the wall. Leaning up against the wall she ran a hand against her lower back, sore from an unknown cause. Her hand just happened to catch on her pants. Something smooth caught her attention, gripping it she pulled it from her pocket. Smiling slightly she flipped through the pages. "Labyrinth," she whispered, she glanced up at King who was watching her intently. "How cool would it be to go there?" She cocked her head to the side slightly; still smiling she brought the book up to her face.
"Sometimes…its scary how much the girl in the book sounds like my life." She said her face still covered from it, "like sometimes really I wish my brothers would be taken away." She nibbled on her cheek staring up at the ceiling, "I'm an idiot for thinking of that kind of stuff. My moms right I shouldn't put all my hopes into a book." She looked at the owl which went stiff oddly, her eyebrows scrunched slightly, "and now I'm talking to a bird, am I that ditsy?" she looked at him closer, "King are you alright?"
Sarah could no longer avoid the letter. She sat sipping coffee, both hands fastened upon the porcelain cup, elbows braced upon the table's edge, eyes staring strangely towards the lone note. I'm being too paranoid her conscious buzzed, urging her towards the letter. How bad would you feel if it turned out to be from Robert and you delayed it for this long? She sat up straighter and sighed. Setting her mug down she placed a hand upon the table's frame and twisted to place the other on the chairs back. Using them as support she rose from the comfortable seat slowly stirring towards her purpose.
Grabbing the tip of the letter she lazily slipped out the note and opened it, though not reading it, thinking that if she played it cool maybe the bad feeling in her gut would go away.
Taking a deep breath she glanced down and read the letter:
You cowered before me and in return I was frightening,
I played your games and you played mine,
I turned the world upside down all for you yet you gave me nothing,
You shattered your dreams and in turn it shattered my world.
Though second of the Williams generation will do will she pull through?
What a pity…
The letter slipped from her shaking hands in shock and horror. Suddenly past dreams, thoughts and happenings came flooding back into Sarah's mind like a horrible headache. Her eyes trailed after the letter watching it settle on the ground in front of her, there besides it laid the feather. Sarah screamed.
Elizabeth's head snapped towards the passage that lead out of the attic, she was just about to get to the part in her book where the girl wished away her brother to the Goblin King when an ear splitting scream erupted from below. She sighed, what's happened now. Moving towards the opening she listened as someone clumsily rushed up the stairs. She heard her own name being screamed as well as her fathers and the twins.
"Mom!" Elizabeth yelled pounding on the floor, jeez and her mom thought she was a drama queen. And again for the second time that week the closet door was jolted open.
"Elizabeth what the hell are you doing up there again!" Elizabeth fell silent she didn't have an answer for her. "Oh it doesn't matter," Sarah said irritably reached up towards her, "Elizabeth we need to leave now."
She raised an eyebrow in confusion, "Mom what's the matter?"
"Don't ask questions Elizabeth just come on now." Elizabeth which was hovering over the entrance at that moment backed off somewhat, seeing the desperation in her mothers eyes she nodded her head before disappearing from view. "Elizabeth!" Sarah cried frantically.
"I'm grabbing my bag mom calm down there isn't anything up here to get me," moving towards her bag she grabbed the end of it. Sitting up she scanned around the room for King but found him no where. Sighing she crawled back towards the hole, back into the real world.
"Ok what are you trying to say Sarah," Robert sat in front of his frantic wife hands upon her shoulders and troubled eyes to her face. They were currently sitting in a hotel about five miles away from the Williams and Green house.
Sarah had gathered them all together and demanded them leave the house saying nothing of what was troubling her. Wanting to be alone with her husband to sort out this mess she refused to let her daughter or sons stray to another room, so they rented a two bedroom for the night.
"Sarah?" Mr. Green questioned again, probing her with a calm and demanding voice to spill what was disturbing her and so suddenly.
"You know those dreams I have but can't seem to remember them?" Sarah said quietly, Robert nodded to her. "There…I…There real Robert, I remember them and their real." What calm she had collected over the minutes of being away from the house collapsed, she grabbed his shirt and brought herself roughly into his arms. "He's going to take her away Robert he's going to take her away and I can't do anything about it one thing and it's all over."
Robert patted his wife gently though his mind was reeling with questions and concerns. What was she talking about? Him? Who was this man and who was she talking about, taking her away? Who's her?
"Love you have to be clearer. I can't help you or this person you speak of unless you tell me what's going on."
"The Goblin King Robert, he's going to take away Elizabeth!"
By the time Elizabeth was down the shelf her mother grabbed her by the arm and as helpful as she might have thought she was she painfully led her daughter down the stairs and out the door. Elizabeth wasn't even able to grab Lancelot or an extra pair of clothes.
Now she sat in a strange room, sitting in a strange chair while watching dully as her brothers proceeded to jump up and down on the hotel bed.
"Will you quite that you tweebs?" Jonathon gave her the tongue and Jareth gave her the nose. She rolled her eyes in disgust. Fingering her bag which she hadn't had time to place it safely back at the house; reaching in to pull out her book, blindly her hand landed on something alien for her bag. Round and smooth she snapped her hand back in astonish not knowing what it could be. Opening the bag widely she turned on the lamp besides her to peer within.
Both boys stopped jumping as they heard and acclimated "cool" coming from their older sister. Climbing from the bed they rushed to her side.
"Let uses sees let uses sees." Jay Jay cried grabbing her arm.
"I'm not going to show you if you don't settle down," she warned closing the satchel with a satisfying snap. Both boys immediately clamped on to a chair arm and nodded quickly, their mouths quickly closed. She sighed feeling the silence settle in, now if she could just keep them quiet like this the rest of the night. Opening the flap slowly she brought out what they were dieing over. Both of their sets of eyes widened to the sizes of a half dollar.
"Wizzy," Johnny exclaimed, "Das da crysto we was tawken abouts."
Both reached for it. Elizabeth predicting that and quickly shot up her arm, smirking she raised the other hand and began to toss it back and forth, "what happened to please?"
"It's our crysto," they exclaimed, "Youse give it back Wizzy or we toad mommy and daddy."
Elizabeth frowned at them, "always going to mommy and daddy," she exclaimed in a squeaky little voice. "It isn't yours you little goblins so go away!"
Both at the same time grabbed onto an arm and pulled. Obviously not knowing of this double attack caused Elizabeth to go flying from her chair and onto the floor. Giving a flabbergasted yelp, she landed flat on her face and her grip lessened watching in frustration as the crystal went bouncing out of her reach.
"Oh you little ingrates!" Elizabeth yelled watching Jareth go for the crystal, stepping on her hurt foot in the process, yelling in pain she batted his small yet surprising vaguely heavy body from her. In anger she shot up, Jonathon tumbled to the floor. "Damn you little twerps, I wish the goblins WOULD come and take you away, RIGHT NOW!"
"Elizabeth what have you done!" Sarah exclaimed in horror from the doorway leading into the other room. Her father pale and alarmed stood besides her.
Elizabeth blinked in confusion looking down towards the boys she found no one. Nothing but the crystal lay reflecting of the lamp light.
"Well well well," came a voice behind her. Looking towards her parents she watched as her mothers face quickly became pail. Eyes wide with horror she stared past Elizabeth's figure towards the unknown voice as if she was seeing the devil himself. Elizabeth was now too frightened to turn and look much less move. Something rustled behind her and she felt a presents walk near, a shadow tall a lean hung over her shadowing her body from the lamps soft glow.
"Who are you?" her father finally spoke up in a reasonable and commendable voice. Elizabeth silently praised her father having the guts to stand up to who ever was behind her, from the look of her mother's face he must be pretty intimidating looking.
"And what have you done with my sons?" her father continued after a slight pause.
Their came a chuckle from the 'man', "Robert you know very well where they are."
"What are you talking about?" Her fathers face became hard, and his voice cracked slightly in anger. "I don't know how you did that appearing act or know my name but I demand you to giving me back my sons and leave this room this instant." Sarah grabbed onto her husbands arm, he looked down at her,
"Don't tempt him Robert." She said in a harsh and helpless manor.
"Is he the one you were talking about?" she nodded faintly, Robert turned towards the being again, "I have no clue what you have done to my wife in the past but I swear you lay a finger one finger upon her again or on any of my children's heads. I swear ill hunt you down and kill you."
There was another laugh from behind yet it was colder, "Such big words from a mortal who hasn't seen past thirty-five years, or past his realm for that matter." The shadow slightly shifted and Elizabeth was beginning to wonder if he even knew she was there.
Deciding she should just move out of the middle of the battle field she began to make her towards her parents when a slim yet strong black gloved hand was placed upon her shoulder, "It would be best to stay where you are Elizabeth I didn't come here to bedraggle your father." His cold voice rolled off his tongue in a nipping fashion, breath bitter to the skin tickled her left ear; she shook slightly.
"Where are my children?" Sarah whispered, tilting her head faintly to the side her face coming forward. Slowly Elizabeth turned and gasped at the sight she beheld.
Sharp angular features could only describe his facial features. Incompatible deep stone gazing eyes stared towards Sarah. "In my castle," his voice was smooth and rolling with a rich British accent. "But time is short," then was when he smiled she could see his pointed teeth just visible between soft pale lips. His eyes shifted down towards her she knew then there was no warmth within those orbs nor in his smile. He held a hand out firmly to her and without thinking she took it. Quickly pulled to his body Elizabeth realized she was trapped, once he knew she was firmly in his grasp he turned towards her parents who sat with wide eyes and confusion dancing within their eyes. She pleaded to them with her gaze but before they could react he gave on final word, smiling smugly he replied, "such a pity." As they disappeared Elizabeth could just faintly hear the sound of her mother screaming her name.
Light unruly hair wafted in her face as she closed her eyes in fright. Her heart was pounding and she began to feel herself welling up with tears. Come on Elizabeth fight it, what is this all about anyway? Suddenly she felt herself standing alone; opening her eyes darkness enfolded her. Gasping she frantically turned to look around for the man who snatched her from her parents. At least he was some what familiar.
Turning to her left she found with the oddity of it all a grandfather clock standing on a sandy hill, a gangly looking tree position behind it.
Something somehow was probing her to say something…but what.
A hooting sounded above and she looked up to find King sitting in the tree.
"King?" She stepped forwards confusion clouding her senses, 'but I thought…" He hooted, looking into his eyes it was suddenly all clear.
"You're him aren't you? You're the Goblin King." Screeching King lifted off the branch and right before her eyes transformed into what we know as Jareth the Goblin King.
"Well well finally generation two has got it figured out."
"Why are you being so cruel?" Elizabeth blurted, she sucked in air sharply. He seemed to pause at this just for a moment before an arrogant grin appeared upon his face.
"Elizabeth..." he stepped forwards leather knee high boots stepping softly upon the dry crusted ground. "You wished your brothers away and I took them."
"But King I didn't mean it!"
He cocked his head to the side, blonde silver locks which descended down his shoulders played upon his face, softly framing it with a hint of sharpness giving him a rugged yet mysterious look. "Oh you didn't?"
"Please…" she glanced from left to right, "they must be so scared. I- I'll do anything…the labyrinth." She looked back up to him, "I'll play your labyrinth."
"Typical," he said dully folding his arms and staring down at her with an icy expression. "What are the stakes love?" He began to walk around her, "Perhaps if you win you get them back?" she nodded slowly watching out for any tricks, "and if you lose," he stopped besides her; leaning in he was not even a foot away from her. "I get all three of you."
"What!" Elizabeth jumped back in surprise, which earned her a raised eye brow and a smirk from her adversary.
"Don't you think it's fair? I mean after all if you win you get your brothers back and you are free from the game." For a moment she was silent then gradually she nodded Grinning evilly he replied, "Then you have thirteen hours in which to solve the Labyrinth or you and your baby brothers shall by mine forever… such a pity."
(ok so im a little rusty…but YEAH Jareth has finally made his appearance WOOT! Hes uh Jareth personality as you've all probably have known is darker, BUT its for a reason, and I totally made Sarah a wimp in this chapter sigh that's also because shes forgotten all aobut him until now and he just theatend her and took her kids….THAT WOULD FREAK ME OUT TOO lol anyway I thought this chapter was….well rushed..eheheheh put it was cool cuz all that I typed basically in one day, woo to me, im also well into the next chapter so WOO HOO)