AN: I don't own the Labyrinth or anyone it . . . *glances at Jareth dreamily* unfortunately. But I would be happy to take it off the hands of whoever does own it. Trust me. I do how ever own Jena, and for those of you out there who love Brittany Spears, I mean no offence. I got this opening idea for my fiction, and asked around my class which pop rock star I should use for the "bad music" opening. It was a hit between Back Street Boys, NCYNC, and Brittany Spears. Brittney won. So sorry about that. I don't mean what I say about her. Anyway . . . Enjoy!
Chapter One
"I think I did it again. I made you believe . . ."
"Turn that shit off!" Sarah Williams rolled over and buried her face into her pillow. Sarah was in collage now. It had been almost four years since the Labyrinth incident, and though she had given up many of her childish fantasies, she still despised pop rock, rap, and other modern music. Unfortunately her room mate, Jena, loved the stuff. Sarah groaned and pulled her head out of her pillow, glaring at the door. A few seconds later Jena's head of bouncy blonde curls came into view, closely followed by a pair of wide blue eyes, a freckled nose, and pouting lips.
"Why should I? Yikes!" Jena shrieked. She had been leaning too far over, and lost her balance. Sarah burst into a fit of laughter as Jena fell flat on her face. Jena glared up at her, stood up, and began to dust herself off. "You're such a bitch Sarah!" Sarah covered her mouth, trying to stop giggling.
Your eyes can be so cruel. Just as I can be so cruel. Sarah's laughter stopped abruptly, and she pushed her blankets back, and swung her legs over the side of the bunk bed, jumping gracefully to the floor. She started toward Jena.
"I'm sorry Jen . . ."
"Just leave me alone!" Jena glared at her. Sarah shifted, uncomfortable under Jena's angry gaze.
" . . . Isn't she lucky . . ." Sarah rolled her eyes.
"Are you going to turn that off, or do I have to?" Jena stared at her coldly, and pushed a blonde curl out of her face.
"Why should I turn it off? Just because you're an old stiff who can't deal with new music?" Sarah's checks flushed with anger.
"No." Sarah walked over and flipped the stario on the dresser off. "Number one, that stupid slut can't sing worth shit. And number two it's only . . ." Sarah turned to look at the electric clock on her night stand, and nearly screamed. " . . .four-o-clock in the morning! And I seriously doubt I'm the only one is this place who needs sleep!" Jena crossed her arms over her chest, and stared at the wall, her lips drawn into a well practiced pout. Sarah groaned. "Fine! Blare the damn music as loud as you can for all I care! Just wait until I'm out of the room!" Sarah grabbed a pair of jeans and pulled them up over her boxers. Pulling her shirt off, she grabbed a belt and a brush. She studied herself in the mirror. She was a mess. Her hair, which fell down past her waist, was in tangles. Her white undershirt was wrinkled, and her jeans were ripped at the knees. Sarah threw the brush down, pulled on the belt, and slid out the door, grabbing her book bag on the way out.
"And don't come back!" Jena screamed, slamming the door behind her. Three seconds later Sarah heard the lock to the room click. Sarah sighed, thanking the Gods that she'd grabbed her book bag, because knowing Jena, Sarah wouldn't be back in her room until around ten-o-clock at night. Sarah quickly made her way down the steps, and out the doors, walking off campus. Sarah cursed herself silently as the wind wiped her hair into her face. Now if I had only remembered to grab my jacket." Sarah wrapped her arms around herself. She looked up deciding to take a side cut through an alley way. She didn't see the man following her, keeping just out of sight. And she completely missed the white owl, watching her and the man, eyes looking almost . . . fearful.
Jena walked around the small dorm room, kicking Sarah's stuff over, and pulling it off the shelves. I'll teach her to laugh at me! Jena growled angrily, and opened Sarah's closet, pushed her hands into the cubby on the top, and shoved over and forward with all her strength. Books and papers fell on top of her. She cursed rubbing her head. Something red caught her eye. She picked it up. Labyrinth? Who in the hell reads this shit? But despite herself, she was interested. She suddenly dropped the book, which seemed hot to the touch. She kneeled next to it, and began to read. "Oh Toby! Stop it!" Weird! Sarah's brother's name is Toby. "I really do wish the goblins would come and take you away. Right now!" Jena's eyes flashed wickedly. "Let's see how well this Labyrinth book of yours works Sarah." Jena stood up, and yelled as loud as she could, "I wish the goblins would come and take Sarah away! Right now!" To Jena, everything seemed completely normal. "Damn! It didn't work!" To Sarah, the matter was completely different.
~*~*~*~
Say the words damn you! The white owl watched as the man closed the distance between himself and Sarah. The owl looked back into the crystal in the crook of his wing and waited.
"I wish the goblins would come and take Sarah away! Right now!" The owl soared downwards without another moment's hesitation.
~*~*~*~
Sarah had noticed the man following her, and had quickly changed her corse. Unfortunately, he changed with her. Sarah began to pick up speed, turning corners randomly, until she ran into a dead end. She turned around to face the man who was closing in on her fast. His smile was evil. He grabbed Sarah's arm. She tried to pull away, but he locked his arms around her waist. He smelled disgusting. Sarah thought she was going to be sick. The man tripped her, and she found her self underneath him, his hands everywhere. Oh my God! He's gonna rape me! He's going to rape me, take my money, then kill me! Sarah began to sob. Suddenly the man was ripped off her, and she heard a loud crack, then nothing. She continued to sob. She felt a soft hand run down her face. She opened one eye, then the other, sure this was all a dream. Jareth stared down at her, his face worried, furious. And there was something else, but Sarah couldn't tell what.
"Ja, Jareth?"
"Shh." Jareth put a gloved finger against her lips. He carefully lifted her up into his arms. This is just a dream. This can't be real! Sarah's brain kept on shouting. But it felt real. She could feel the soft fabric of his shirt against her bare arms. She shivered. Jareth's arms tightened around her. Sarah laid her head on Jareth's shoulder and closed her eyes. If it was a dream, she intended to enjoy it. She suddenly felt like she was being sucked into some sort of a vortex. Her eyes snapped opened, but she could only see an inky black. Her arms automatically circled Jareth's neck, and tightened. She felt his grip tighten in return and felt somewhat reassured. Jareth loosened his grip and lay her down on something soft. Sarah sighed heavily. She was so tired! Maybe she would just close her eyes and rest for a little while. Just a little while. She closed her eyes and sleep welcomed her with open wigs. Almost like the wings of an owl.
Chapter One
"I think I did it again. I made you believe . . ."
"Turn that shit off!" Sarah Williams rolled over and buried her face into her pillow. Sarah was in collage now. It had been almost four years since the Labyrinth incident, and though she had given up many of her childish fantasies, she still despised pop rock, rap, and other modern music. Unfortunately her room mate, Jena, loved the stuff. Sarah groaned and pulled her head out of her pillow, glaring at the door. A few seconds later Jena's head of bouncy blonde curls came into view, closely followed by a pair of wide blue eyes, a freckled nose, and pouting lips.
"Why should I? Yikes!" Jena shrieked. She had been leaning too far over, and lost her balance. Sarah burst into a fit of laughter as Jena fell flat on her face. Jena glared up at her, stood up, and began to dust herself off. "You're such a bitch Sarah!" Sarah covered her mouth, trying to stop giggling.
Your eyes can be so cruel. Just as I can be so cruel. Sarah's laughter stopped abruptly, and she pushed her blankets back, and swung her legs over the side of the bunk bed, jumping gracefully to the floor. She started toward Jena.
"I'm sorry Jen . . ."
"Just leave me alone!" Jena glared at her. Sarah shifted, uncomfortable under Jena's angry gaze.
" . . . Isn't she lucky . . ." Sarah rolled her eyes.
"Are you going to turn that off, or do I have to?" Jena stared at her coldly, and pushed a blonde curl out of her face.
"Why should I turn it off? Just because you're an old stiff who can't deal with new music?" Sarah's checks flushed with anger.
"No." Sarah walked over and flipped the stario on the dresser off. "Number one, that stupid slut can't sing worth shit. And number two it's only . . ." Sarah turned to look at the electric clock on her night stand, and nearly screamed. " . . .four-o-clock in the morning! And I seriously doubt I'm the only one is this place who needs sleep!" Jena crossed her arms over her chest, and stared at the wall, her lips drawn into a well practiced pout. Sarah groaned. "Fine! Blare the damn music as loud as you can for all I care! Just wait until I'm out of the room!" Sarah grabbed a pair of jeans and pulled them up over her boxers. Pulling her shirt off, she grabbed a belt and a brush. She studied herself in the mirror. She was a mess. Her hair, which fell down past her waist, was in tangles. Her white undershirt was wrinkled, and her jeans were ripped at the knees. Sarah threw the brush down, pulled on the belt, and slid out the door, grabbing her book bag on the way out.
"And don't come back!" Jena screamed, slamming the door behind her. Three seconds later Sarah heard the lock to the room click. Sarah sighed, thanking the Gods that she'd grabbed her book bag, because knowing Jena, Sarah wouldn't be back in her room until around ten-o-clock at night. Sarah quickly made her way down the steps, and out the doors, walking off campus. Sarah cursed herself silently as the wind wiped her hair into her face. Now if I had only remembered to grab my jacket." Sarah wrapped her arms around herself. She looked up deciding to take a side cut through an alley way. She didn't see the man following her, keeping just out of sight. And she completely missed the white owl, watching her and the man, eyes looking almost . . . fearful.
Jena walked around the small dorm room, kicking Sarah's stuff over, and pulling it off the shelves. I'll teach her to laugh at me! Jena growled angrily, and opened Sarah's closet, pushed her hands into the cubby on the top, and shoved over and forward with all her strength. Books and papers fell on top of her. She cursed rubbing her head. Something red caught her eye. She picked it up. Labyrinth? Who in the hell reads this shit? But despite herself, she was interested. She suddenly dropped the book, which seemed hot to the touch. She kneeled next to it, and began to read. "Oh Toby! Stop it!" Weird! Sarah's brother's name is Toby. "I really do wish the goblins would come and take you away. Right now!" Jena's eyes flashed wickedly. "Let's see how well this Labyrinth book of yours works Sarah." Jena stood up, and yelled as loud as she could, "I wish the goblins would come and take Sarah away! Right now!" To Jena, everything seemed completely normal. "Damn! It didn't work!" To Sarah, the matter was completely different.
~*~*~*~
Say the words damn you! The white owl watched as the man closed the distance between himself and Sarah. The owl looked back into the crystal in the crook of his wing and waited.
"I wish the goblins would come and take Sarah away! Right now!" The owl soared downwards without another moment's hesitation.
~*~*~*~
Sarah had noticed the man following her, and had quickly changed her corse. Unfortunately, he changed with her. Sarah began to pick up speed, turning corners randomly, until she ran into a dead end. She turned around to face the man who was closing in on her fast. His smile was evil. He grabbed Sarah's arm. She tried to pull away, but he locked his arms around her waist. He smelled disgusting. Sarah thought she was going to be sick. The man tripped her, and she found her self underneath him, his hands everywhere. Oh my God! He's gonna rape me! He's going to rape me, take my money, then kill me! Sarah began to sob. Suddenly the man was ripped off her, and she heard a loud crack, then nothing. She continued to sob. She felt a soft hand run down her face. She opened one eye, then the other, sure this was all a dream. Jareth stared down at her, his face worried, furious. And there was something else, but Sarah couldn't tell what.
"Ja, Jareth?"
"Shh." Jareth put a gloved finger against her lips. He carefully lifted her up into his arms. This is just a dream. This can't be real! Sarah's brain kept on shouting. But it felt real. She could feel the soft fabric of his shirt against her bare arms. She shivered. Jareth's arms tightened around her. Sarah laid her head on Jareth's shoulder and closed her eyes. If it was a dream, she intended to enjoy it. She suddenly felt like she was being sucked into some sort of a vortex. Her eyes snapped opened, but she could only see an inky black. Her arms automatically circled Jareth's neck, and tightened. She felt his grip tighten in return and felt somewhat reassured. Jareth loosened his grip and lay her down on something soft. Sarah sighed heavily. She was so tired! Maybe she would just close her eyes and rest for a little while. Just a little while. She closed her eyes and sleep welcomed her with open wigs. Almost like the wings of an owl.