Disclaimer: Nope, don't own it.
Rated T for schizophrenic behavior.
Genre: Horror/Angst

Words: 1,425
Warning: Contains the very deep twisted imaginings of my mind. Beware: Sadistic and wrong!

Final Note: Enjoy, if you are able to and I suppose for this one, flames are welcome. See you in about another five days. ;)

Spoiled Brat

The Victor

The bell above the door tinkered lightly as Sarah entered the beauty salon. She was greeted by the receptionist. Sarah just inclined her head slightly, not looking the young woman in the face. She made her request and once a stylist was available her hair was washed, bleached, blow dried, dyed, blow dried again and finally cut. She looked at her appearance in the mirror. She was impressed. Her hair the same colour in the front as before but now layered in two different tones of purple. It was heavily layered on the top and less so as it progressed down her back. It was his cut but with an obviously better colour scheme then his matt-blond, and it only took three hours to do. She would never have to tell her father how much she spent either. He never expected money back.

What to do now? It was a Sunday afternoon, school was tomorrow and that was when she would pounce on a boy for a date. She would show Karen that she is in fact desirable. She turned and headed for the weekend market. It would close in an hour but there was still time to have a quick peek. Holding her head high and walking with her newly proclaimed swagger, she had people watching her. At one point she passed one of her teachers who stared after her with his jaw dropped. He looked absolutely precious. Sarah looked back at him and winked, grinning wickedly when his shocked looked turned into embarrassment for being caught staring. Life was grand.

She didn't find anything she wanted from the market so she wondered to the park. It was a small field that had a jungle gym in the far corner. A little trail led to a creek and bridge. Over the bridge was a secluded picnic area and Sarah's favorite place to recite stories and plays. She headed there now. The sun was high in the sky and a little shade would do her complexion some good. Her boots sounded hollowly as she crossed the wooden planks. Laughter was heard and a group of senior boys were playing soccer. Their shirts lay in a heaping pile by the trees and their sweat socked skin glistened in the rays of the sun which passed through the small stand of pines. Muscles rippling hard under the exhilaration of playing had Sarah mesmerized. She smiled secretly, hardly knowing what she herself meant to accomplish, and sauntered down to where the shirts lay. She stretched out on them and relaxed, waiting for the boys to notice her. It took a while but after the next goal on one side - Sarah didn't know whose team, she barely knew the game at all! - One of the boys spotted her and cat called. Sarah grinned widely at her accomplishment but was slightly unsure when they all came closer. She wouldn't let that show on her face, however. This is what she wanted and what she deserved after all.

"Hey sexy, what's up?" A tall dark skinned boy asked. He was in the drama program at school and knew who she was and, more importantly, how old. He just smiled seductively and Sarah nearly fainted. Oh he was so handsome.

"Just trying to get out of the sun." She responded when she was sure she wouldn't stutter. Keeping her mask firmly in place, she took a slow long look at the others, looking at the black haired boy as he spoke.

"Hiya babe, what are you doing tonight? Cause if it's nothing, I know some games we could play." He stressed the word 'games' like it was some sort of hint. Sarah was far from being the young naive schoolgirl. She knew about sex and everything like that but he made it sound dark and mysterious. Almost like how her dream was a game. All the tasks and challenges. Could there really be a bedroom challenge?

Another boy knelt down beside her taking hold of her freshly cut silky hair. He smelt it and groaned. Running a finger down her cheek to rest on the chain around her neck he whispered in her ear, "You don't need them. Just you and me can have lots of fun," his lips brushed against her lobe and she gasped. Her senses overwhelmed finally. She felt tears slid down her cheek but had no control of stopping them. Another voice floated over the crowd.

"Hey guys! What's happening? I thought we were gonna play!"

"Beat it Donny! Can't you see we are playing?" The dark skinned boy yelled over the heads of the others. The name jumped out at her and she called warily.

"Donny?"

"Sarah!" He pushed through the gathering and saw her. He pushed the guy who was kneeling beside her away and pulled her to her feet. "What are you doing here? Are you insane?" He gripped her shoulder and led her forcefully away from the other boys.

He looked angry enough to shake her to death then yell at her afterwards. Before he could say anything, Sarah flung her arms around his neck and cried into his chest. All he could do was rub her back lightly and tell her he was taking her home. She just nodded. How could she have been so foolish?

They made it home and Donny called inside. "Auntie Karen? Are you here?" There was no answer. "Robert?" No answer again. Everyone was out. He steered her into the Kitchen and made her sit at the table while he got her a drink. Once she was sitting and sipping, dried tears on her face but had calmed down enough, he began his attack.

"What were you thinking? Dressing like that and going down there! The guys take those invitations seriously, Sarah! You could have been hurt! You're so irresponsible!" Sarah just stared at the table. It was fun in the beginning but the way people were looking at her, especially the men. It was obvious that they wanted her for some reason and a part of her excepted that. That was how it was meant to be. She was supposed to be the center of attention and get her way all the time. That was what being royalty meant!

"Thank you for helping me out of that situation. Be assured that I will not be in it again. I'll tell Stepmother and my father that you dropped by. Don't mention this to anyone." She hissed the last command and Donny's eyes glazed over slightly. They cleared again and he scowled.

"You're a spoiled brat. I should have left you there!" He left and the slamming of the front door indicated that he left the house as well.

Convinced that he would not tell anyone about the park incident, Sarah made her way to her room. Deciding that she was tired and wanted a little nap, she lied on the bed and closed her eyes. Drifting off to sleep with an insane little smirk on her face.

She dreamed...

They stood together, as if time never mattered; all that existed was them. Sarah walked forward, pushing. Jareth backed up, to all outward appearances, he was being over come by a girl. Sarah spoke, "Through dangers untold and hardships unnumbered, I have fought my way through the Labyrinth to the castle beyond the goblin city to take back what you have stolen. You have no power over me!" Jareth smirked and tossed the crystal he had offered. He offered her dreams, but where dreams are refused, Nightmares are given.

Sarah found herself in the throne room, being circled by the Goblin King. He clapped slowly, coming to a pause close in front of her. "My dear, you have made it safely into my clutches." He laughed coldly. "The words were a gimmick, a false hope for those wished away. You have opened the doorway into your mind for me. With a flourish if I may add."

Sarah backed up with a look of horror o her face. "You have no power over me." she repeated as if to herself. He stalked her into a corner of the room.

"You have a task set to you. It's very simple, Sarah." He leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Baby sit." Stepping back, he conjured a crystal and twirled it between his fingers. "Don't forget to make lots of wishes." with that he tossed the crystal in the air and the scene around her vanished.

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