Author's note: This whole chapter is going to be broken and distorted, it has no real order so if you get confused at all just e-mail me and I'll explain. In laymen's terms it is an acid trip, Labyrinth style. If you don't like the chapter I'm sorry, this was the only way I could get what I wanted to portray out into the open. WARNING: There is the hint of an act of sexuality in this chapter, I'm warning you now and I'm turning up the rating just to be on the safe side. This chapter is significantly darker than the others, but I'm pretty sure it gets the point across. Nagasasu: Shush! You'll ruin it for everyone! Lol! If you didn't get my message, I did realize that the end to my third chapter was like K L Morgan's story but I hadn't read that chapter until yesterday sadly. I should've seen where that story was going though. Okay sweeties, enjoy! Song: Sorrow by Flyleaf.
I hope you like it.
Kryhs
Chapter Four: Sorrow
Sarah stared at the sky for what seemed like hours, only it wasn't the real sky. This sky was more of a lavender color than it was blue and there wasn't even a sun or a cloud in the sky for it to hide behind. So where was all the light coming from? The grass felt like terry cloth and the air was scented with some exotic spice. She felt the tremors of the earth as someone walked towards the spot where she lay. The presence settled itself down beside her, its head level with hers and its body lying in the opposite direction.
"Am I dead?" she asked unsure of her surroundings.
"No." answered a mellifluous voice.
"Am I alive?"
"Somewhat."
"How can I be somewhat alive?"
"You're dreaming. You're not awake, but you're not asleep either."
"How do I get back to being awake?"
"Rest."
"But, what if I'm not tired?"
"You can rest without going to sleep," said the voice soothingly.
"There's something that I'm supposed to be doing," she said with an invisible frown. Everything was so peaceful here. Even the sound of the wind made her want to lie there forever, "but it's so nice here that I can't seem to remember." The figure next to her shifted, and Sarah turned her head to look at them.
A hand stopped her from turning all the way towards its owner.
"Not yet, you have to wait a little longer."
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"Toby, would you shut up for crying out loud!"
A three year old boy stopped making loud unsettling noises for a few seconds.
"No!" he screamed at a dark haired girl and continued his ranting.
"Dad, I mean seriously, how am I supposed to study with Toby howling at the top of his lungs all the time!"
"I don't know, Sarah! Go study outside or at the park or something!" called an older man from a recliner in the living room down stairs. He was covering his eyes with his hands and leaning back as far as the chair would allow, as the toddler hollered away at no one in particular.
"Fine, seeing as to how you can't control your own son! I will!" yelled the girl angrily as she gathered her things and stomped down the stairs.
"Sarah, that wasn't really necessary," said an older blonde woman.
"Watch your tone, young lady!" shouted her father. Toby still yelled at nothing, as loud as his little lungs allowed him to.
"No! The only one who needs to watch their tone here is Toby! And, he can practically get away with murder around you two!" she shouted slamming the door.
"Sarah, get back here!" screamed the man, "Toby, for God's sake, stop yelling this instant!"
-x-X-x-X-x-
"So, like I was saying," began a young man in between bites of his hamburger, "We should come up with at least twenty really good songs, and then weed them out from there."
Another boy spoke from behind a drum kit, "Chris, how many songs would stay on the album if we weed out the ones we don't want?"
The first boy mad a humming sound in the back of his throat, "'Bout ten or twelve if we're lucky. That's still not taking into account how long the songs will be, so don't get discouraged."
"And you say this Jack guy. He got us a deal?" said another, "I mean a solid contract?"
"Yeah!"
"Well I'm all for it!" cried the third young man. Everyone in the room agreed with him, all except for a young woman in dark clothing staring pensively out a window.
"What d'ya say, Sarah?" asked the boy named Chris, "Will you be our siren?"
At the mention of her name, the girl turned and looked at them. Turning their words over in her head she finally nodded and returned her eyes to the window.
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"So, you're my friend right?"
"Yes," said the voice reverently.
"Then why can't I know you're name?" she asked staring at the lilac sky. Fingers of a bodiless hand intertwined with hers.
"You can, just not yet."
"But, what if I don't want to wait?"
"Patience, Sarah!" the voice teased. She was quiet for a long time.
"That's my name isn't it?" the voice made a sound as if to say 'yes'.
"Your name is Sarah Williams," the voice said coolly, "Don't ever forget."
"Sarah Williams," she rolled the name along her tongue, testing it as a pair of lips touched her forehead softly; "I like it."
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"Chris…What in the world did you do to your hair?" cried a dark haired woman from a couch in the center of a barren room. A man frowned and tossed his head to the side sending his bangs flying.
"You don't like it?" He asked in a hurt tone.
"It's pink…"
"Not all of it, just the bangs."
"But…it's pink!"
"Well it wasn't supposed to be pink," he said defensively. The girl cocked an eyebrow urging him to continue.
"It was supposed to be red…" he mumbled self consciously. The girl began laughing so hard she fell off of the couch.
"'S not funny!" he grumbled.
"Oh, come on!" She sat up and wiped her eyes, "It's a little funny!"
He glared playfully at her and launched himself across the low coffee table in front of the couch she struggled to get back on. Screaming with delight, the woman was tackled and pinned to the couch under the man. They giggled and wrestled playfully on the small sofa, until the man pressed his lips against hers. She stopped laughing and stared at him, eyes wide with confusion. He leaned close for another kiss and the woman turned away from him.
He placed his forehead against her cheek, "Why do you always shut me out, Sarah?"
"Because," she said not once looking at his face, "your love will be the death of me."
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Sarah's eyes widened as they tried desperately to focus on something in the disorienting haze that surrounded her. A dark figure loomed above her head. She tried to form words, her mouth gaping like a fish out of water, her eyes blinking furiously, her hands gripping the ground underneath them. Something soft touched her cheek and she recoiled from the suddenness of it. What ever it was began stroking her skin and playing along her jaw line. It danced the length of the muscles in her neck and down her collar bone to her shoulder. There it stayed tracing small circles on the now ebony skin.
"Oh, Sarah…"
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"Why can't I see your face?" she asked the voice. It chuckled and pushed her gaze back to the sky.
"Because, you are not ready, yet."
"When will I know I'm ready?"
"When you can see me without even looking at me." The voice began playing with Sarah's hair; touching it, twisting it, stroking it.
"Who are you?"
"I told you, you will know when you are ready."
"Well at least tell me your name. What am I supposed to call you?" Fabric covered fingers ghosted along her jaw line, tracing her chin and lips.
"Call me whatever you want."
"Are you a friend?"
"Of sorts…" it laughed. Sarah felt happy, but she couldn't smile; her face remained passive and emotionless.
"What's my name?" she asked after a while. The voice laughed as if it heard the cutest thing, "So, you're my friend right?"
"Yes," said the voice reverently.
-x-X-x-X-x-
"Why not, huh, Sarah? Why the fuck not?" he yelled at the girl cowering naked beneath the bed sheets. She was crying.
"Who is it that's got you wrapped around his finger so tight that even after I made love to you, you still refuse to be with me!"
She cried and threw her arms out to him, "It's not…I can't just…" she bawled, "I just can't! It's too much to...You wouldn't…I…I…" The fear in her eyes tore his heart, but his anger overruled all of his other emotions. He stomped over to the bed and ripped the sheets away from her body. He lay atop her, pinning her to the bed, and began tormenting her both emotionally and physically.
"So where do you go to meet him?" he asked in a deadly whisper, "I never see you leave the apartment unless it's with us to the studio." She was crying and panting at the same time, the mixture of fear, sadness, and pleasure washing over her in waves, "Or is it in the Library?"
"Is that where it happens, Sarah?" Is that where he meets you and scares the shit out of you? Is that what turns you on? That he has so much control over your fear makes you hot, does it? And then what? Does he fuck you there in the back of the library against the dusty shelves!" he moved on top of her making her mewl and squirm beneath him, "Does it feel like this; frightening and yet so sweet at the same time? What is it, Sarah? Tell me what the hell you want me to do to get you to be with me!"
He fell against her with a final cry pouring from the both of them. She held him to her, their bodies shuddering from their actions and the tears.
"I love you, Sarah." He sobbed dejectedly, "I want you to be with me, mine and mine alone. Why? Why won't you let me near you?" She stayed silent, painfully staring into his eyes. As he moved to capture her mouth with his, she tilted her face away and averted her gaze. Removing himself from her, he began violently throwing things around the room and the young woman remained motionless on the bed. Her eyes never left the cover of a small red book tucked safely into the shelf against the wall.
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"Oh, Sarah…" said a familiar, "Look what you've gotten yourself into you foolish girl."
Sarah's eyes darted around trying to focus on him. What the hell did he do to her this time? She couldn't move, she couldn't see, she couldn't speak. What was going on?
"You couldn't wait to ask you're little friend if they were safe to eat, could you? To answer all of your questions right now: Yes, I've been watching you, why wouldn't I? Yes I watched you fall into darkness, and did nothing; just as you watched me. I suppose I can't really blame you for what happened years ago. How could I expect a child to except my offers? You did not understand what I was freely giving to you." He sat on the ground beside her, gently stroking her darkened skin, "So strong and willful, and full of belief I couldn't help but love you: a light in the darkness that blanketed my hopes for this world, shining down on my kingdom. But, I was blinded. After you left, my world was drowned deeper in the darkness, and its king locked himself away to try and mend what you had so ignorantly wrecked."
Sarah listened as the king recounted his tale, trying fruitlessly to recover herself. She was trying to respond, but to no avail. She knew now, the only reason he was talking to her was because she couldn't interrupt him.
"Seven years, Sarah. It took me seven years to fix what you destroyed of my heart. Though my fury towards you pulses through my veins when I think of what happened, I can't bring myself to hate you. I may say it aloud to calm my ever tense nerves, but words are no louder than a whisper unless followed by action. I can be cruel, Sarah, but you are still much worse than I am. You toy with emotions and shatter the dreams of others around you. You're cruel; Sarah, much more than I would have ever been to you." He was quiet as she continued to struggle, "I can make it go away, Sarah. I can ease your suffering, but you have to prove to me that the girl that captured the attention of the feared Goblin King is still in you. Can you do that?" The sound of a bottle being uncorked filled her ears and then the feel of cold glass being pressed against her cheek.
"Show me, Sarah."
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"Of course you should like it." The voice's tone had changed from one of reverence to one much darker, "Close your eyes, Sarah." The lips touched her ear and lingered as shivers coursed down her spine. Obediently, Sarah closed her eyes and she sensed the presence leave her side only to loom above her. She felt two arms press against hers and a body lower itself onto her. The breath of an unknown face was blowing softly against her neck and again a pair of lips was pressed against her skin. Her hands moved to the waist of this alluring stranger, as their lips slid over her skin to reach her mouth. The voice kissed her with passion and sorrow at the same time. It knew her. It knew her every move, her every thought. It knew she wanted this just as much as it did. But, what the voice did not know was that Sarah was opening her eyes. Like a ton of bricks she was hit with her memories. She needed to find her friends. She was here in the Labyrinth and she ate something awful that caused all of this. And before her lids slid half way open, she knew. She saw him in her mind laying there with her: His hair, his hands, his arms, his legs, his lips, his eyes.
Roughly she threw him off of her and scrambled backwards away from him. She glared at him from her spot on the soft ground. He raised himself on his knees and watched her glower at him. Her chest was rising and falling with both her quick escape and their kiss.
He merely smiled at her with admiration. Standing, he made a low bow and disappeared into the air.
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The sensation of being kissed brought Sarah's eyes open wide. Her sights focused on a pair of mismatched eyes dangerously close to her, as a burning liquid coursed down her throat. Her skin grew hot and her voice returned to her. He moved away from her mouth and stood luxuriously, as if his world was complete. With a grand gesture of his hand he left her there on the ground. She felt the cool feeling of glass gripped tightly in her hand and she looked around, her sight slowly restoring as well as her mobility. She felt tired, like she had run a thousand miles just to end up here. She heard someone calling her name. She knew she was safe with this person. She could see his stocky form hobbling along the maze towards her. She heard Latys ask why her skin had turned normal again, and the gruff voice of her friend ask what happened.
"It's good to see you too, Hoggle." She said as she drifted into a dreamless sleep.
Author's note: Bwahahaha! Okay I'm just kidding I don't really like being mean to you guys, but hey it was a good chapter, alot of things were revealed here. So, keep reviewing. I wantthirty reviews before I even think about posting again, lol. Review Please! Shout outs go to Anij, Litheral ( alway keeping me on my toes), Nagasasu (same goes for you), and White Rose Withering. Thank you guys so much for your support. Keep reading!
Kryhs