Undone

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Labyrinth characters; they are the property of Jim Henson. And I definitely do not make any profit from this.

Author’s Note: I will start work on the next chapter as soon as I post this. That’s it for now. Okay, onward and upward, as they say. Hey, who is “they” anyway?

“Talking”
‘Sarah thinking’
‘Jareth thinking’


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Jareth moved quietly as he entered the apartment, to not alert Tom to his presence. The pathetic man was still standing over Sarah, who was unconscious and bleeding quite heavily. Jareth had to get to her soon. However, he needed to incapacitate Tom first. He could be dealt with later.

“Hello, having fun,” At the sound of Jareth’s voice, Tom spun around, holding his knife close to his leg, as if to hide it.

“Who are you,” demanded Tom.

“Oh, I’m just someone who didn’t enjoy your little show,” Jareth spoke slowly, focusing on the crystal he had just summoned.

“How did -- You’ll get the hell out, if you know what’s good for you,” Tom spoke again, holding out his knife to further his point.

“I know what’s good for me, but even worse for you,” with that Jareth threw his crystal at a panicking Tom.

As soon as it hit, he was paralyzed. The only thing he could move were his eyes, which Jareth had made sure of, to make his stay a little more unpleasant. Now he could help Sarah.

Jareth sat down by Sarah and gently lifted her shirt to look at her wound. The bleeding had slowed, that was good. He could probably stop it until they got to his healer. He summoned a crystal, with the turn of his hand it changed to a small draw-string bag. After quickly untying it, he pulled out a pinch of powder and lightly sprinkled it over Sarah’s wound. It wouldn’t heal her, only time could do that, but it would temporarily stop the bleeding.

Turning his attention back to Tom, Jareth slowly made his way in front of him. He was lanky and not handsome by any means, but perhaps that was because Jareth could see him for what he was.

“Now, what to do with you,” Tom could only gurgle in response.

Jareth clasped his hands behind his back and leaned forward slightly. He maliciously smiled, showing off his sharper-than-average canines, Tom made a whimpering sound. Had he been able to move, he would have run as fast and as far away from the ever darkening face of the fae before him. The open window behind Jareth showed the rising storm clouds, lightening streaking from them, the rain just beginning to litter the floor of the apartment. Each soft ‘plink’ growing louder in the stretching silence, causing Tom to wince.

Jareth reached forward and took the knife from Tom’s immobile fingers. Tom whimpered again.

“Doing that quite bit aren’t we,” Jareth’s grin only widened,

“It isn’t much fun to be at someone’s complete mercy, now is it?”

Twirling the knife between his fingers, Tom’s eyes following the movements closely, Jareth turned and walked to look out the window. Rapidly spinning around, his arm outstretched, the knife was gone. His movements so quick, it merely looked as if he was suddenly facing the opposite direction. A gurgle escaped Tom’s throat as he realized were the knife had disappeared to; it was currently puncturing his stomach.

Quickly, Jareth cast a spell to soundproof the room, even going so far as to cover Sarah with it; it simply wouldn’t do for her to be awake for this, he could inform her of this event later. Summoning a few crystals, he released Tom from his earlier spell. Immediately, Tom began screaming from the pain, Jareth merely shook his head at him and clucked his tongue. Tom scrambled for the door, losing his footing more than once. Jareth chuckled darkly as he threw the first of the crystals. Seeing it explode in front of him, Tom shrieked and ran in the other direction. Every time Tom got close to any of the exits a laughing Jareth would throw a crystal, again trapping him.

Finally collapsing from blood loss and shock, Tom slid to the floor. Jareth towered over him; waving his hand over Tom’s head he cast his final spell. The now unconscious man would relive every moment of pain he had ever inflicted. Emotional, mental, or physical, he would feel it. Each experience building on another until his mind or body, which ever gave out first, could no longer take it. Taking one last look at the pathetic man writhing on the floor, Jareth stood.

He made his way over to Sarah, mindful of the blood covering the floor. Kneeling beside her, he gently brushed his hand over her pale cheek. Lifting her carefully, so as not to start her bleeding again, he moved to the window. Placing one booted foot on the ledge, Jareth looked at his love. He leaned down and placed a feather light kiss on her brow, making a silent promise ‘Never again will I leave your side, even if you do not want me, I will protect you’. Pushing off into the night, Jareth failed to notice the small smile that graced Sarah’s lips.

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Author’s Note: So… how was it?? I was going to make this chapter longer, but it seemed like if I went any further it would ruin it…. The next chapter is in progress! Reviews are appreciated and most certainly wanted! Thank you for reading!