A Wish Awry

Author's Note: So... I had insomnia, and a bottle of pepsi, and I figured... well... let's see what we can turn out for the next section. I hope you all enjoy!

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    "I'm sorry, say that again?" said the twenty something-ish guy as he sat up in his bed, his blankets wrapped around his waist.

    With a sigh, the Goblin King arched an eyebrow, and pegged the boy with a hard look. "I said, I have something that belongs to you. Something precious to you, you insufferable twit, and all you can do is stare blankly at me, as though I were speaking in a forign tongue?"

    "Well... you wake me up out of a dead sleep, dressed like a fucking fruit-loop and tell me you have something of mine, so excuse me if I'm a little slow wakeing up you fucking poof!"

    "What a pity, the owner hasn't half the class or manners of the prize. She didn't have nearly half the foulness that your tongue seems to. Indeed... her manners were above reproach. Impeccible one might say. Hard to believe someone like you trained her so well."

    He stilled, looking up at the fae-lord, his dark eyes burrowing into mismatched ones.

    "No way. No FUCKING way. You can't have her. That's impossible."

    "No? Shall I prove that I have your dearest possession then? Very well then." And with snap of his gloved fingers, the girl appeared, bound, kneeling, and gagged, at the Goblin-King's feet.

    Hazel eyes looked up into the eyes of the man on the bed, surprise and joy being quickly replaced as she whimpered softly, her gaze begging - pleading him to save her.

    "Do you believe me now, boy?" The Goblin-King sneered, as he wrapped a glove hand into her dark hair, and jerked back, forcing her to show the familiar thin leather band that adorned her throat.

    "No!" He yelled, as he all but lept out of bed, his arms outstretched, but before he could go to her, she was gone again, willed away by the power of the king into whose grasp she had been wished.

    "So then, I take it you will be wanting to run the gauntlet for her?" This was said in a bored, mildly amused tone.

    "Give me a minute to pack a bag, and I'll be ready."

    "No concerns as to the stakes?"

    "I don't give a damn. I'm getting her back. End of discussion."

    "Very well then."

    As they spoke, the darker haired man, had been grabbing a leather backpack, and stuffing it full of emergency supplies he kept under his bed. Dried fruit, trail mix, water, granola bars, and the like all found their way into his bag. Only too well did he remember the stories of those who ate the food found on the other side of the veil. Snow White, Persephone...? That girl from that dark spanish "Pan's Labyrinth" flick? Such stories were endless, and all had a common theme. Never NEVER eat the food on the Other Side. Especially fruit. He also grabbed his favorite ren-fair cloak and tied that on as he dressed, just in case. He had no idea what the whether might be like, but figured it might come in handy.

    When he was dressed and ready, he rounded on the Goblin-King, glareing up at the man. "I'm ready, let's go."

    "Ah, ah ah.. not so fast. You understand, you have only thirteen ho-"

    "Shut UP. I know the story. I get it. Now stop waisting my limited time, and let's GO!"

    As soon as he had snarled those words, he blinked, looking around. No longer was he in his bedroom, but on a hill-side, the sky reddish, and dark, storm clouds gathering over head. Shouldering his bag, he trudged down the hill. The fae-poofter, unsurpriseingly, was no where to be seen.

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    She landed with a muffled scream, bouncing on something, large, cusioned and soft. Her eyes were blindfolded, and so she had no idea how vast the cusion upon which she'd landed was.

    "Quite a way with words your boy most certainly has not." Snarled the dark voice of the Goblin-King in her ear. His tone was low, deadly, his gloved fingers digging into the soft flesh of her arms. She trembled, sobbing softly behind the gag. She felt his breath on the nape of her neck, felt him draw closer, closer... before he nipped lightly at her throat.

    She squeaked in surprise, which caused him to chuckle, as he pinned her against his chest. "I'm going to enjoy this time with you. All the more for it will utterly piss him off." He murmured, his teeth grazeing her earlobe lightly.

    "And just think, if he fails, I can chain him to a wall for eternity, and have him watch as I make you writhe for me. Because your poor sap didn't even bother to hear my stakes for his entry into my game. He accepted blindly, all for the sake of seeing you bound before him." He bit down, hard on the side of her throat, hard enough to leave a bruise, and she screamed softly behind the gag, sobbing gently as he withdrew.

    "But you will know, pretty little thing. If he fails, both of you will be mine... forever."