Chapter 3---Maybe
And it's chapter three! Yay! I continue to not own Labyrinth. How about this, when I own the Labyrinth, I'll tell you.
The entrance to the Labyrinth loomed in front of Sarah. She was almost afraid to go in again, what did it mean that she was here? Was the Labyrinth going to try and do her in again? She had never truly forgiven it for last time, and hadn't read the book since. She couldn't remember the lines. She had declined to read it to Toby when her father suggested it, she didn't want him getting ideas and wishing her away to the Goblin City, to await his coming. Luckily, she didn't have to fight hard that time, Karen had absolutely forbidden it. Sarah never could figure out why her father had married Karen. They were so unalike.
She brought herself out of those dark thoughts to ponder. Was it possible to go home? she wondered. Probably not…
"Well, come on feet." She opened the door and turned to the left. Comforting that it at least started the same.
Meanwhile, the Wolf was stalking her. He sat on the edge of a wall, staring at the dark haired girl wander beneath him. It made him chuckle. He always did like to play with his food… and she looked so tasty too. Oh well, she was needed. He couldn't get any more …eh…involved… than necessary. Now the problem, he thought as he scratched behind his tufted ear, was how to make her fall in love with Jareth? According to him, someone had, and he had nearly married her, but also way back before he was King. And that was just impossible to believe. Well… maybe it was true. Maybe Sarah could love Jareth after all, no interfering necessary.
But maybe a little Nymph magic was what was needed here!
Jareth stared into the large crystal he had placed on velvet blankets on his bed. The fool! he thought. He was supposed to bring her HERE, not to the Labyrinth itself! Oh damn him; see if I give him a ship! Then he thought of Sarah's dark locks, her innocent smile. He thought of her eyes, hurt, as she destroyed him. Maybe it was true. Maybe Sarah could love him after all. Maybe it wasn't all a dream.
Maybe he was kidding himself.
Sarah was walking down a long hallway. She couldn't find the worm. Maybe she had taken a wrong turn already? Well, she could find a new path. It was just a Labyrinth. It was a piece of cake, right? She could do this. She was smarter. She didn't know why she was here, and she didn't really care. All she needed to know was how to get out of here. And the answer was probably at the castle, beyond the Goblin City, to take back the child that he had stolen. She shook herself. What was that? She hadn't thought that line in a weeks worth of years! What else would wake up now that she was back? She looked around the dark, slimy walls. Hopefully, the worm would.
The Wolf was jogging on top of one of the walls, looking down at his prey again. She was confused. Perfect. Remus had always told him that the sicker, more confused, or weaker the prey was, it was easier to catch. And if they didn't start out that way, make them so. The Wolf sighed. Rome had been so wonderful, before he and his mother had been dragged down here, after the gods had killed Remus. The Wolf shook such grim thoughts out of his shaggy head and concentrated on the girl below him. He was still pondering on how to bring her to Jareth. Well, absence makes the heart grow fonder, right? Maybe when I bring her, wet and soaking and miserable to Jareth, she will realize her true love for him, be swept up in his arms and they will get married and I can go back to Emor. He chuckled as he leaped through the Labyrinth. This sounds just like a play.
Jareth was getting increasingly livid. Not only did the Wolf bring her to the Labyrinth, leave her there to wander, but now he was RUNNING AWAY? Jareth did not want his love wet and soaking and miserable. There was not a snowballs chance in Hell that Jareth was going to give him a ship. The bet was over in his mind. All he had to do was tell the Wolf.
No… he thought. I'll let him help me anyway… and we'll get married and the Wolf will go away. Alright. The bet stands.