Disclaimer- (singing) If I had a billion dollars (If I had a billion dollars) I'd buy me a King Jareth, and a Sarah for him too. If I had a billion dollars (If I had a billion dollars) I'd buy me a big castle, haven't you always wanted a castle? So I still don't own the Labyrinth, oh well. Don't sue me, I don't have a billion dollars, but if I did. I would buy the Labyrinth for you and me.
AN- Okay guys, I wish I could figure out a way to reformat the way this story is shown on screen, I swear it would look longer. These chapters are longer than they seem. This chapter is almost 5 pages on word. It drives me nuts how short they look on here. I tried to go in and add a little bit to make it longer, but what's done is done. Thank you's all around again, Norehnka and notwritten. I'm sure Princess of the Fae will be joining us again soon. And now the moment you've all been waiting for.
Insanity Takes Its Toll
Chapter 5: Fate of the Labyrinth
"Correct you are. Now for questions that do indeed need answers. Who are you, and what are you doing here?" Jareth stood with his arms crossed over his gray poet shirt and black leather vest. His black skintight pants made thinking near impossible for the young woman. He was lounging against the wall near the window. His thin lined lips were pulled into a smirk making his face look more devious. His eyes studied her from downcast eyelashes. Larizel thought back to the statue of him in the garden. She searched deep in his oddly matched eyes and thought. 'Yep he's definitely cruel.' Larizel though would not be intimidated, especially not in her own home.
Annoyed at his demeanor she shot the answers at him. "My name is Larizel, and this is my house. Why don't you tell me what you are doing here?" She still sat in her bed with her pajamas on, a pair of cheerleader shorts and a tank top. Her violet eyes flashed the anger she held back, but let him see the stirring storm building in her eyes. It didn't even occur to her that she was talking to a fictional character from some child's fairy tale book. "I didn't call you, so you can not be here."
"Oh I can't, can I? This isn't your house, it's Sarah's, and I am here because I have been waiting for someone like you to come to this house so that you can help me. Are you willing to sit down and listen, or are you just going to keep staring me down like that? " He stared back with his mismatched eyes, and very shortly she looked away. He moved closer to the bed as he spoke in an accusing tone. "It was quite exhausting trying to get you here."
She was now from under her covers and sat with her legs curled underneath her. "What do you mean trying to get me here?"
He sighed in annoyance. "You continue to ask questions you already know the answers to. I really don't have time for this."
His presence was overwhelming. Everything in the room seemed like it was crushing her, choking her. Not looking into his face she spoke. "What do you expect me to do for you, and why the hell am I so special?" Her body slowly began to relax after reassuring herself that he wasn't as scary as he seemed.
Seeing this Jareth began to explain. "You have read the book, so you know what has happened. Not only that, but I know you have seen everything. You have dreams that have shown you my world, which means you have the gift of vision. Something that I've never seen a mortal have, at least not like this. Not to the point that their eyes turn violet, a color, I'm sure you know, is quite unnatural." He pointed his flat hand out to her as if to present her eyes to herself.
"Are you going to go on and on about my eyes, or is there a point to this rant of yours?" She interrupted him with a quick tongue. Her exhaustion was starting to get to her, which made her a little cranky.
His heartstrings pulled for a moment and he saw Sarah sitting before him, but the vision quickly faded back to reality. "Since you have the sight I can show you what you need to see, to be able to understand what is going on." He reached his hand out and waited for her to give him hers. She just stared at it. In exasperation he all, but pleaded for her hand with his eyes, those blue and black mismatched eyes. "It's really hard to explain and I don't have much strength or time left. Let me show you." Something in his eyes made her reach out to him. She remembered that pain in his eyes, from a dream she had. With her hand in his, everything suddenly became clear, and her vision showed her what he needed her to see.
The Labyrinth stretched out before her for miles. The orange sun was set high in the painted sky. Fairies flew to and fro; everything was beautiful, in a very deadly sort of way. The scene shifted and it showed the Goblin City busy and full of life. His voice entered her mind. "This is the Labyrinth as it was, before Sarah defeated it. This is what it looks like now." The scene of the city faded. The skies grew dark and changed from brilliant, and colorful to a gray sick like world. She watched in horror as a single goblin girl ran for her life. Her screams pierced the night as the ground itself reached up and engulfed her. The scene swirled and she was over looking the Labyrinth again. There was no sun, it seemed to be night, but there was no moon, no stars just a forever black emptiness. She could she the Labyrinth constantly changing. Screams could be heard from every corner of its vast maze of creatures that were either lost or being chased. Its walls were cracked and the Labyrinth's forest was filled with trees gray with black leaves. Again his voice pierced through her. "Since Sarah became a part of the Labyrinth she has had a piece of control over it. Now that Sarah has gone insane she has over powered my side of control, and this is what she is making it do. It is killing everything. My subjects can only hide for so long. I am the only one who can walk through the Labyrinth without being killed or lost, but Sarah has begun to take over my mind. Though she will not harm me, even I have brief moments of insanity. She has blocked me from going any further than her house in the Aboveground. You can let go of my hand now."
Larizel opened her eyes and slowly let go of his hand. She looked up into his eyes, and spoke in a heartbreaking whisper. "What happened to the last girl that lived here? She also went insane. Did Sarah put a curse on this house?"
He sighed heavily. "No I'm afraid that was my fault. I knew the girl didn't have the gift to see into my world, but I was so desperate. I tried anyway. I was hoping that even in her age she may still have her innocence, I was wrong. The line between our worlds is very thin, and if you don't have the innocence of a child, like Sarah, or a special gift, like you, you won't be able to tell the difference between the two. Sarah was a lovesick child that I tried to save. I tried to offer her the world before it was too late. I knew that she was too young and didn't have quite enough strength to control the Labyrinth, but she was just too stubborn. The power of the Labyrinth broke her down. There was nothing I could do." He was now standing in front of her staring down expectantly. Anticipating her response.
"Well, what needs to be done to fix the Labyrinth and restore your world to you?" She was almost positive she didn't want to know the answer and didn't realize she was holding her breath waiting for it.
He began pacing the length of her room. The heels of his black leather knee-high boots clicked on the wooden floor "We have a few choices, but none are definite. The best chance right now would be to try talking to Sarah. I can't, but you on the other hand can." His tone was commanding, not asking.
"What's our other choice?" She said with a plea of 'please don't make me talk to the psycho.'
"You can run the Labyrinth yourself, and if you make it, all of Sarah's powers will be transferred to you." He said sadistically with a knowing smile.
"Looks like I'm going to have to go talk to the psycho." She moaned in defeat. "Fine, but what do I get out of this." She crossed her arms in expectancy still sitting on her bed as if she was a child listening to a story being told to her.
"Anything your heart desires." Jareth said with a slight tease to his tone. Something about this girl excited him. He didn't mean to go straight for the seductive villain, but it was a part he played all to well, and his offer was the truth.
Larizel swallowed hard letting this thought play in her mind for a moment. What choice did she really have? She looked up into his eyes; he wasn't doing a very good job at hiding his impatience. "Fine, I'll go talk to her. I have no idea what to say, or even how I'm going to get access to her. They don't exactly let just anybody visit patients at these hospitals."
"You seem to be a bright girl, I'm sure you will figure out away. Now, I must bid you goodnight. I have been gone too long from the castle. I will contact you tomorrow to find out how your meeting with Sarah goes." He turned to leave.
"Wait!" Larizel called to him hopping off her bed making her way closer to him, but not close enough for him to touch her.
"Yes?" Jareth turned to face her; the curiosity that showed in his facial expressions was almost comical. As if he knew what she was about to say, and indeed he did.
He stared intently at her and once more she diverted her eyes to the ground. She wasn't sure if she was dodging just his stare or didn't want to see the pain his eyes showed, but either way she couldn't bring herself to look straight into them again. "How do I get a hold of you if I need you before you contact me?" Her eyes held something that he couldn't quite read.
With a smile he bowed and looked into her eyes this time he caught them and held them. "Call my name, I will hear you, but unless you are at this house, I will not be able to help you physically, but you can speak to me in your mind anytime. I will hear you, and you will hear me. I must be going now." With that he turned on his heel, and in a blink of wind, glitter, and gold… he was gone.
Larizel lay back in her bed and stared at the ceiling. Talking out loud to herself. "Did I just make a deal with a fictional character, agreeing to go talk to his psychotic ex girlfriend who has been locked up since she was fifteen? I have got to lay off of the caffeine, it's starting to make me delusional." She closed her eyes and began to drift back to sleep. The morning would be here before she knew it and rest was something she didn't do very well without.
AN- I really hope you guys are enjoying it so far. So what do you think of Larizel? I think I've done a really good job introducing you guys to her. Okay so here's the part where you click on that box in your left bottom corner and leave me reviews so that I will feel loved and post the next chapter. Refer a friend and I will love you forever.
