Bubble, Bubble, Toil and Trouble
Soundless cries rasped through him as he ran. He'd run out of breath long ago but his body wouldn't stop running no matter how he tried to stop himself, the primeval fear within him was too strong. To stop was to die. He didn't understand what was going on. He'd been minding his own business, making out with a girl named Jen, or was it Annbell, at the lake then she just wasn't there anymore and he'd fallen face forward to kiss the slimy leaf and refuse pile he'd found himself on instead. The pile hadn't seemed to like that though and had exploded. Thousands of creatures had appeared in the next moment and they'd been chasing him ever since.
Ugly, heinous things, no two alike but all were dressed in various forms of wicked armor. They ran along the ground, the walls and the ceiling behind him. All screaming, raving, longing for his blood. Gnashing teeth, tusks and fangs, smacking lips, drooling for a taste of him. He could hear it all as he ran. He couldn't figure it out, he'd been by the lake but was now running through tunnel after tunnel. The monsters were always a few hundred meters or less behind him no matter how much he tried to get distance between himself and them. The bubbles confused him too, at least he thought they were bubbles.
There were a hand full of bubbles everywhere around him, ahead of him and some floating about the creatures too. He didn't give them too much thought. They would randomly come back to his attention as he ran. When this happened the hoard closed in tighter behind him and fear chased the thought of bubbles away. He was two girls away from his goal! He couldn't lose that bet! His friends would never let him live it down. These thoughts were currently the only things that kept him going, but their power was weak making his will weak. He didn't know it yet but all was lost.
Jareth watched Allen as he ran hopelessly through the underbelly of the goblin realm. He was quite pleased that the sentient being, know to all as the Labyrinth, was avenging its Champion without him having to lift a finger. The other races would never understand the Labyrinth, not even the goblins that resided there knew its full power. They believed Jareth controlled it, but in truth, Jareth let the Labyrinth do as it pleased. It knew what the runners deserved better than he did. The Labyrinth taught Jareth something new every day whether he wanted the lesson or not. Today's lesson was that it did not like to see its Champion hurt.