Hey! Update time! Hope you guys didn't miss me very much. Actually, I kinda hope you did, in a way... I just graduated from high school on the third, so I'm really happy and stuff! Anyways, yeah. So, as far as all the stories I've done go, I'm pretty sure I'll have plenty of time to update and things. You know, think of ideas and random shit like that! Yay! So there should be less time between updates now! I don't know why in hell I put all of these exclamation points at the end of almost every single sentence! I'm not that happy! Because I never got a chance to tell the guy that I like that I like him at all. And I really did. It wasn't just your typical crush, either. I think I fell in love with him. Love is a strange sensation for somebody who's never felt it before... But he danced with me once at the prom, so I guess I still have that to remember him by. And I have a strange feeling that graduation wasn't the last time I'll ever see him again. I have a weird hopefulness in me that keeps keeping me happy-ish that says I will see him again. And maybe he'll be telling me he likes me. I dunno. This was really long, so I think I'll stop boring you, now. Sorry. Anyways, so here's the next chapter. It takes place in Labyrinth Land and it's told through the bad guy's POV. I'm done now. Thank you!

Chapter 3

It was quite a dreary place, this. At least while all of those annoying goblins were safely tied up and under lock and key. San had never had quite such a migraine in his life, and he was nearly three hundred years old, now. He sat in the rather uncomfortable chair that served as a throne in the middle of an empty, boring room with some kind of odd, apparently pointless circular depression in the floor. He didn't very much care what exactly it was for. Where the bloody hell were those sniveling little—

"Boss! Boss, we found something!" San sat up straight as one of his servants burst into the room. Normally, he would have protested at his bursting in in such a way, but he had said they'd found something...

"Yes? Yes, what is it? A parchment, a hint, a clue, what?" His eagerness almost reduced him to acting like a toddler impatiently expecting some incredible Christmas present. He didn't know that, however, as there was no such thing as Christmas in the world he had come from.

"You'll have to come and see, sir! We made one of those annoying little red imp things that can remove various body parts tell us!"

"And?"

"Well, and then we killed it, sir. Just a plain damn nuisance it was, sir..."

"No, no, no, I mean and what exactly did you find?"

"Oh, that. Well, we've gone and found a switch or a lever or a keyhole or whatever those things is called. We only have four more to find, sir, and then we just drag Jareth back here and make him give us the amulets."

"Excellent! My dear man I've had so little to do today that I'm so happy I... God, I could kiss you!"

"Really, sir? But you won't, sir, will you? It's just that I don't, er..."

"Oh, good gracious, no, dear boy, it's just a figure of speech."

"Oh, good. My wife wouldn't like it if it happened again."

"She... what?"

"Nothing, sir, I just stopped by a pub once a while back and had a bit too much to drink and all, sir, and... things happened I'm a bit ashamed to speak of."

San stared at the man he was currently walking next to for a bit before simply raising his eyebrows and nodding before looking ahead again. He decided that that was something best left unsaid, although it did put his imagination in gear to pictures of things he rather wouldn't like to see. It was for that reason that he remained silent until they arrived at a place near the Fireys home that had been excavated, which, in this case meant dug up to a degree where if you fell off the edge and into the hole in the ground you would most definitely break a bone or two. Or three. Four if you were very unlucky. So he took about three steps away from the edge before calling down, "Well? What is it, then?"

The small group of his servants who were milling around down there seemed to be dusting remaining dirt off of a strange small pedestal of some kind that had been buried for years. "Well, sir," said one of them, "We think it might be one of the keys to the bridge, sir. It has a hole in it and everything."

"Well? What does the hole or the design on it look like?"

"Er, you could come down here and see for yourself, sir."

San looked around. There were no ladders. "Er... no... thank you, I... I'd rather keep all of my bones in good shape."

"All right, well, the hole it has is the same shape as Jareth's amulet, sir. And it clearly opens summat if you stick it in."

"Really? Intriguing..."

"Yessir, and we have reason to believe that maybe that one thingy that we caught knows about where one of the other ones is at, sir."

San turned to one side and saw a small, pissed off looking Firey slouching in a net that had holes too small for it to fit any body parts through. With a grin, he went over to it. "Uh, sir? Anyone? Could someone throw down a, a ... ladder or... or a... rope of some kind? Please?" said a small voice from the hole. He was ignored.

"Well, well, well," said San, crouching down in front of the net. The Firey hmphed and turned it's head away. "I'll make this simple. Do you know where any of the other keys are? Or who else may know? Hm?"

"I don't know nuthin' sleezball! Now let me go!"

"You don't know anything?"

"Nope!"

"Nothing at all?"

"Unh-uh!"

San paused. "You don't even have a small little bit of a clue?"

"I don't know nuthin'!"

"You can't even think back to maybe something small that you heard or—"

"NUTHIN'!"

"Really? Hm. Oh. Well, all right, then, let it go." And San stood up. Once the net was cut open, the Firey had a fun time taunting them by saying loudly, "HA! Suckas! You think I'd actually say a thing about it?! I know, but you're not gettin' anything from me!" And with another laugh, (it would have been re-captured if it's body hadn't split up and dodged the men's grasps) it tried to run away. It's head, however, was caught promptly by San, who said triumphantly as it's upper body was caught by someone else, "Did you honestly think I'd let you off that easily?"

Nothing but a whimper that said the whimper-er knew he was stupid met this.

"Now, I know that you all can remove various body parts, but... that doesn't mean you don't have hearts... does it?" said San. And he took out a knife and pointed it at the body, right where the heart would be as he held the thing. Another whimper. "Now... tell us who else knows."

About ten minutes later, Hoggle was rudely interrupted during his daily faerie-killing routine and was picked roughly up by the back of his shirt. "Hey! What do you think you're doin', put me down! Put me... You're not Jareth!" He said this last bit because San, who hadn't been the one to grab him, now moved in front of him and faced him with a smile.

"Hoggle."

"Uh, y— yes?" Hoggle's coward instincts had just resurfaced, you see. He really, really wanted to run and curl up in a ball, hidden somewhere right now. If someone like this was around, he knew something was wrong.

"One of your little Firey friends told us that you know the whereabouts of a certain key? One that has been here in the Underground for centuries. Correct?"

"Th— The keys? Aw, I ain't tellin' you nuthin' about no keys! You ain't gettin' a word outta Hoggle!"

"Oh, I think we will." And once more, San took out his trusty knife and placed the tip against Hoggle's neck. "Now. Where is the second key? It looks very much like a pedestal. One with a hole in the front that resembles the outline of a dragon's claw clutching a sun." And he smiled as Hoggle whimpered. He loved it when he made people whimper.

Author's note: Oh, my God, yay! I have no idea where the mild humor that short, simple, and rather pointless chapter came from, I just thought of it! Goodie! Anywyas, thank you for reading, and be sure to tune in next time for whatever random chapter I come up with next! (GRIN)