Note: Alexandria Zahra Jones is the actual name of David Bowie's daughter. She is (or should be soon) seven years old. The nicknames used "Alex" and "Lexi" are her actual nicknames. I attempt to keep to fact as much as possible, although I have no idea what David Bowie wears when he is not attempting to freak people out or make millions selling music.
My BB (best buddy) told me that I needed more friggin' description. I told her that she used too much. She wouldn't budge. So I'm ignoring her, and posting the bloody chapter.
She's probably right.
Chapter Two
He Even Got the Gloves
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In that moment of surprise, David knew he had to act. But in almost the same instant, Jareth causally grabbed his arm, and spun him, face first, into the wall. It wasn't meant to break anything, it wasn't even meant to hurt. His very light hearted air simply helped to let his strange match know how much he could do--if he wanted.
"Twin in more than looks, then," Jareth said into his ear "I almost didn't think that you would."
"Gloves."
Jareth stepped away, and looked at the man. He was older, tall, his height, built sparely, dark blond hair cut short. He wore blue jeans and a black wife beater that said "NOW" across the front. His face, so eerily similar to Jareth's own, wasn't angry. But incredulous.
"You even got the bloody gloves." he said, in disbelief.
The Goblin king smiled---and the next moment found a fist in his mouth.
"You give my daughter back," David growled, feeling a flush of satisfaction as his opponent staggered back "I don't need more of your games. I've had it with your stupid stunts, I don't care about your obsession with me, or my family."
At that moment, Jareth did something that he rarely did---not really. He lost his temper. This was a human, granted, a human that looked like him, but he should never have even let that distract him.
"I do not give a damn about you, or your family." he spat "You wished your daughter away, I did not force myself upon you, you, instead, disturbed the peace of my realm by doing a very stupid thing."
He flung his arm out and the apartment seemed to drop away or dissolve, revealing a flaming orange landscape dotted with a few scrawny trees. Far, far in the distance, a building or something commanded the horizon. A dry wind stirred a handful of leaves around the Goblin King's feet. In spite of his anger, he enjoyed the look on David's face.
After no response, Jareth continued.
"You know, most people who come to my Labyrinth are the same. Fairly stupid, and sometimes greedy or foolish, but they don't question who I am, or---" a smile twitched at the corner of his mouth "what I am. There, it is real, you can get real dirt under your fingernails."
Finally, finding his voice---
"What about the crystals?" David asked sarcastically "I suppose that you've got three or four around. When do you start waving them around and asking me if I'd rather have my dreams than my daughter?"
Jareth shook his head. He almost seemed distant, more interested in the distant city…labyrinth…than the desperate human who stood, on the edge of Manhattan, NY, and a land that only existed in an old cult film. A film where he had played Jareth.
"You are not a seventeen year old girl, now are you?" he said "I can play party tricks for you, if you want, but you don't. There's no real choice here. You want your daughter, you will attempt to retrieve her, and in the end, you will not succeed. Tragic, but in the end, I'm only giving you what you wanted."
He pointed a hand and the face of a clock, shockingly white against the gnarled oak that held it, seemed to appear. Maybe it had been there all along. There was no way to tell.
"And I have thirteen hours before my daughter becomes one of you---a goblin, whatever---forever."
David didn't know it, but the open hallway---New York---was gone. The moment anyone decided to risk the Labyrinth, any other option vanished.
Something in his mocking defiance nettled Jareth, in a way that no one ever had, not even---yes, not even Sarah. Because he had loved Sarah, even her defiance.
"Who knows," he said, suddenly only inches away, eyes flat and glittering, like a cats "I might even make it a challenge for you."
There was no swirl of light, or gradual fading away. Jareth was there, and suddenly he was not.