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G through L › Labyrinth
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
36
Views:
16,191
Reviews:
101
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own Labyrinth, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Unforgiving Actions
AN: Yes, I was evil in the last chapter and I am warning you now, I am going to keep on being evil and some of you might not like it. Well too bad. Bite me. It’s my story... though I would be nothing without all of you people. *smiles*
Chapter 29
“What do you mean she’s pregnant?”
The look of despair on Toby’s face almost melted the heart of the few guests that were left standing in the now blazing gardens. They all worked their way over to the pack of family.
“How could you, what were you thinking?”
Toby grabbed Jareth by his poet’s shirt and picked him up. He was going to throw him and beat the living shit out of him, but when Jareth did nothing but whimper, Toby understood none of this was Jareth’s fault.
“Toby, you need to calm down.” Crystal pulled at Toby’s arms, letting Jareth slip from his grasp. “We are all upset that something like this happened.”
“Upset?” Jareth roared from his position on the ground. “I think I am little more than ‘upset.’ Just a little.”
“Now Jareth, you know very well what is going on here.”
“Ziekiel, if I wanted your opinion, I would have asked.”
“Jareth, at’s no way to talk to yur dad.” Hoggle said.
“No, Hoggle, let him vent his anger. Better on an old dead man like me than some unsuspecting living creature.”
“I think we all need to just go inside and calm down.” Findore added.
“And think this over. There has got to be something we can do.” Zach said pulling Findore into his arms.
“Right, then to the dining room for some discussion and plan making.” Toby commented and led the way.
All of them started to file into the castle, a single line of people, all worried about the same thing. Two lives that hopefully would pull out of this situation, with both their lives.
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“My master, she was of no trouble at all.”
The young man bowed low again, his nose almost touching the ground as he spoke.
“She was most gracious to pick up the kitty and pet me.”
Micheal laughed at the boy. *It was indeed a good idea to send him to fetch the wench.* Micheal stood and crossed to the boy. He kissed him lightly on the forehead and smiled down at him.
“You did well, my apprentice. You have earned your prize, a thousand times over. I trust you have no objections?”
The young boy crossed to the still Sarah.
She watched in horror as she was again bound to something with Micheal in the room.
He touched her face, drawing a claw out to scrape it across her skin. He smiled and sighed. “It will be pure pleasure ripping it from her.”
“Very good. She will be waiting in the basement, on the table for your affections.”
The boy licked his lips and laughed a little.
“Oh, I can not wait.”
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The silence in the castle was ripped to shreds from the voices yelling out their ideas. Everyone had their own way of doing things and no one seemed to care to much for anyone else’s visions of the way things should go.
“We need to go and get her!” Toby yelled.
“But we can’t just waltz in there and grab her.” Findore responded.
“But we can’t just leave her there to die either!” Crystal retorted.
“SO then what? Are we supposed to go up and knock and say ‘Excuse me. We would like Sarah back.’ I don’t know if you haven’t noticed, but that kids aura was strong for such a young boy. And, on top of that, if he is in with Micheal, power may be too much for even all of us!” Zach said shutting everyone else up.
Jareth stood and all eyes fell on him. The king looked the worse he had in years. And he had every right to be. He knew what was going to happen. He might get Sarah back, but there was not a chance in the world for his unborn child. Tears wouldn’t come to his stubborn eyes and he sighed a long, heavy sigh. Of course he knew action had to be taken, but Zach was right. They couldn’t just barge in there, the magic of all of them combined was even just barely stronger than that little dick head. Why was he so strong? What was his secret?
“Listen.” Jareth spoke as all the attention in the castle shifted at once to him. “Sarah will be fine. She has went through this before.”
“But, I thought you said,” Toby began.
“Again, Sarah will be fine. She can take it. It is the baby that probably will die.”
“No.” Findore gasped and ran to Zach.
“No. The baby will be fine, right?” Toby looked crestfallen.
Jareth shook his head. As much as he could hope that something would save the baby, the truth was that it had nothing going for it. “It just isn’t that easy. That’s what he came here for. He is not going to waste any time getting it over with.”
“I, I won’t believe it.” Crystal sat down as tears began to fall.
“Believe what you must.” Jareth yelled at them. “But, the truth of the matter is only one of them is coming back. And I am not going to loose Sarah. Not after all that has happened.”
Everyone sat in silence. No one wanted to even challenge Jareth. And no one blamed him for feeling the way he did. He had every reason to feel that way.
“I am going. Whoever comes know this... Micheal is mine.”
“I think the women should stay.” Toby began.
“Bull shit.” Findore and Crystal said in unison.
“I don’t care who comes!” Jareth yelled. “Just let’s get going. I don’t want to waste the precious time we have.”
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Sarah sat on the table fingering her necklace. The small pale pink crystal was hanging around her neck on a silver chain. The crystal was being held onto by a talon. She played with it absent mindedly, not even taking into notice where she was. She wasn’t afraid. She had been here before and now she wasn’t even going to care what he did to her. Jareth would come for her and he would pay. That son of a bitch would get what was coming to him.
“You look most enticing when in thought.”
Sarah turned as the unfamiliar voice rang into the room.
“Who are you?”
The boy smiled as he moved into the light from the unforgiving shadows. His pointed teeth gleamed in the bright light and he laughed a little.
“Why, I am your little pussy cat.”
Sarah watched as he transformed into his cat form and jumped onto her lap. She threw the cat from her, the claws digging into her wedding dress she still had on, ripping it all the way to the floor.
“You stupid wench, you think you have anything over me?”
Sarah said nothing, just kept fingering her necklace. Hope. All she had was hope.
“Nothing to say?”
Sarah looked at the boy and smiled.
“What’s your name?”
The boy smiled and walked to her.
“I have no name. Only power.”
Sarah felt the vibes of power emitting off of him. She felt strangely sick and wobbly.
“Yes, you feeling sick? You want to know why?”
Sarah was feeling more and more horrible. A strange sort of sick. She was going to puke.
“You know what that’s called?” The boy asked coming close to her and reaching for her stomach. “Morning sickness.”
“You stupid prick. I can only get morning sickness if... Oh my god.” Sarah shut her mouth. Jareth’s hopes and dreams... she was pregnant. Why didn’t he tell her? Tears began to fall down her cheeks.
“Oh, poor lady, you didn’t know did you? Well, let me tell you. You are pregnant.” He poked at her stomach. “In your second trimester barely, you hide it well. And in a few moments there will be no need for you to hide it any longer.”
“Why?” Sarah asked, even though she knew what was coming.
The boy smiled as the restraints came up and bound her to the table. Her legs were brought up slightly and shackled in place.
“No, please.” Sarah begged.
“Oh you can beg all you want. An heir will not be born from you. As long as Micheal and I are here anyway.” The boy laughed a maniacal laugh as he circled her.
“You wont be here for very long. Jareth will come for me!”
“Let him try.”
The boy smiled as he climbed on top of Sarah.
“This will be most enjoyable.”
Sarah closed her eyes as he reared back his fist and she tried her hardest not to cry out as his hand connected with her stomach. Over and over and over and over again.
The hollow laughs echoed around the room as he pounded mercilessly into the stomach of the once soon to be queen. Blood began to flow from her mouth as well as her legs. She cried as she felt the blood trickle from her and cried more as the monster crawled from a top her to retrieve the very miscarriage he had made.
“Oh, did you want to keep this? So sorry about that.”
The boy laughed as he threw it to the ground, stepping on it as he walked from the room.
“I do hope he shows up soon. I am already getting bored.”
As he exited the room, the shackles dissipated from her hands and feet. She sat upright, the tears flowing from her eyes and her fingers gripped the crystal necklace even tighter. She looked at the bloody mass on the ground and sobbed. All the hopes and dreams. Gone, ripped right from her.
“Please, Jareth... please hurry.”
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AN: *hides from angry people* I know... I know... don’t kill me!!!!!! But, I had to! You will find out why. Sorry it is so short... but I gotta go to work now and I have no more time to write. *bows* See ya later!
Chapter 29
“What do you mean she’s pregnant?”
The look of despair on Toby’s face almost melted the heart of the few guests that were left standing in the now blazing gardens. They all worked their way over to the pack of family.
“How could you, what were you thinking?”
Toby grabbed Jareth by his poet’s shirt and picked him up. He was going to throw him and beat the living shit out of him, but when Jareth did nothing but whimper, Toby understood none of this was Jareth’s fault.
“Toby, you need to calm down.” Crystal pulled at Toby’s arms, letting Jareth slip from his grasp. “We are all upset that something like this happened.”
“Upset?” Jareth roared from his position on the ground. “I think I am little more than ‘upset.’ Just a little.”
“Now Jareth, you know very well what is going on here.”
“Ziekiel, if I wanted your opinion, I would have asked.”
“Jareth, at’s no way to talk to yur dad.” Hoggle said.
“No, Hoggle, let him vent his anger. Better on an old dead man like me than some unsuspecting living creature.”
“I think we all need to just go inside and calm down.” Findore added.
“And think this over. There has got to be something we can do.” Zach said pulling Findore into his arms.
“Right, then to the dining room for some discussion and plan making.” Toby commented and led the way.
All of them started to file into the castle, a single line of people, all worried about the same thing. Two lives that hopefully would pull out of this situation, with both their lives.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
“My master, she was of no trouble at all.”
The young man bowed low again, his nose almost touching the ground as he spoke.
“She was most gracious to pick up the kitty and pet me.”
Micheal laughed at the boy. *It was indeed a good idea to send him to fetch the wench.* Micheal stood and crossed to the boy. He kissed him lightly on the forehead and smiled down at him.
“You did well, my apprentice. You have earned your prize, a thousand times over. I trust you have no objections?”
The young boy crossed to the still Sarah.
She watched in horror as she was again bound to something with Micheal in the room.
He touched her face, drawing a claw out to scrape it across her skin. He smiled and sighed. “It will be pure pleasure ripping it from her.”
“Very good. She will be waiting in the basement, on the table for your affections.”
The boy licked his lips and laughed a little.
“Oh, I can not wait.”
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The silence in the castle was ripped to shreds from the voices yelling out their ideas. Everyone had their own way of doing things and no one seemed to care to much for anyone else’s visions of the way things should go.
“We need to go and get her!” Toby yelled.
“But we can’t just waltz in there and grab her.” Findore responded.
“But we can’t just leave her there to die either!” Crystal retorted.
“SO then what? Are we supposed to go up and knock and say ‘Excuse me. We would like Sarah back.’ I don’t know if you haven’t noticed, but that kids aura was strong for such a young boy. And, on top of that, if he is in with Micheal, power may be too much for even all of us!” Zach said shutting everyone else up.
Jareth stood and all eyes fell on him. The king looked the worse he had in years. And he had every right to be. He knew what was going to happen. He might get Sarah back, but there was not a chance in the world for his unborn child. Tears wouldn’t come to his stubborn eyes and he sighed a long, heavy sigh. Of course he knew action had to be taken, but Zach was right. They couldn’t just barge in there, the magic of all of them combined was even just barely stronger than that little dick head. Why was he so strong? What was his secret?
“Listen.” Jareth spoke as all the attention in the castle shifted at once to him. “Sarah will be fine. She has went through this before.”
“But, I thought you said,” Toby began.
“Again, Sarah will be fine. She can take it. It is the baby that probably will die.”
“No.” Findore gasped and ran to Zach.
“No. The baby will be fine, right?” Toby looked crestfallen.
Jareth shook his head. As much as he could hope that something would save the baby, the truth was that it had nothing going for it. “It just isn’t that easy. That’s what he came here for. He is not going to waste any time getting it over with.”
“I, I won’t believe it.” Crystal sat down as tears began to fall.
“Believe what you must.” Jareth yelled at them. “But, the truth of the matter is only one of them is coming back. And I am not going to loose Sarah. Not after all that has happened.”
Everyone sat in silence. No one wanted to even challenge Jareth. And no one blamed him for feeling the way he did. He had every reason to feel that way.
“I am going. Whoever comes know this... Micheal is mine.”
“I think the women should stay.” Toby began.
“Bull shit.” Findore and Crystal said in unison.
“I don’t care who comes!” Jareth yelled. “Just let’s get going. I don’t want to waste the precious time we have.”
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Sarah sat on the table fingering her necklace. The small pale pink crystal was hanging around her neck on a silver chain. The crystal was being held onto by a talon. She played with it absent mindedly, not even taking into notice where she was. She wasn’t afraid. She had been here before and now she wasn’t even going to care what he did to her. Jareth would come for her and he would pay. That son of a bitch would get what was coming to him.
“You look most enticing when in thought.”
Sarah turned as the unfamiliar voice rang into the room.
“Who are you?”
The boy smiled as he moved into the light from the unforgiving shadows. His pointed teeth gleamed in the bright light and he laughed a little.
“Why, I am your little pussy cat.”
Sarah watched as he transformed into his cat form and jumped onto her lap. She threw the cat from her, the claws digging into her wedding dress she still had on, ripping it all the way to the floor.
“You stupid wench, you think you have anything over me?”
Sarah said nothing, just kept fingering her necklace. Hope. All she had was hope.
“Nothing to say?”
Sarah looked at the boy and smiled.
“What’s your name?”
The boy smiled and walked to her.
“I have no name. Only power.”
Sarah felt the vibes of power emitting off of him. She felt strangely sick and wobbly.
“Yes, you feeling sick? You want to know why?”
Sarah was feeling more and more horrible. A strange sort of sick. She was going to puke.
“You know what that’s called?” The boy asked coming close to her and reaching for her stomach. “Morning sickness.”
“You stupid prick. I can only get morning sickness if... Oh my god.” Sarah shut her mouth. Jareth’s hopes and dreams... she was pregnant. Why didn’t he tell her? Tears began to fall down her cheeks.
“Oh, poor lady, you didn’t know did you? Well, let me tell you. You are pregnant.” He poked at her stomach. “In your second trimester barely, you hide it well. And in a few moments there will be no need for you to hide it any longer.”
“Why?” Sarah asked, even though she knew what was coming.
The boy smiled as the restraints came up and bound her to the table. Her legs were brought up slightly and shackled in place.
“No, please.” Sarah begged.
“Oh you can beg all you want. An heir will not be born from you. As long as Micheal and I are here anyway.” The boy laughed a maniacal laugh as he circled her.
“You wont be here for very long. Jareth will come for me!”
“Let him try.”
The boy smiled as he climbed on top of Sarah.
“This will be most enjoyable.”
Sarah closed her eyes as he reared back his fist and she tried her hardest not to cry out as his hand connected with her stomach. Over and over and over and over again.
The hollow laughs echoed around the room as he pounded mercilessly into the stomach of the once soon to be queen. Blood began to flow from her mouth as well as her legs. She cried as she felt the blood trickle from her and cried more as the monster crawled from a top her to retrieve the very miscarriage he had made.
“Oh, did you want to keep this? So sorry about that.”
The boy laughed as he threw it to the ground, stepping on it as he walked from the room.
“I do hope he shows up soon. I am already getting bored.”
As he exited the room, the shackles dissipated from her hands and feet. She sat upright, the tears flowing from her eyes and her fingers gripped the crystal necklace even tighter. She looked at the bloody mass on the ground and sobbed. All the hopes and dreams. Gone, ripped right from her.
“Please, Jareth... please hurry.”
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AN: *hides from angry people* I know... I know... don’t kill me!!!!!! But, I had to! You will find out why. Sorry it is so short... but I gotta go to work now and I have no more time to write. *bows* See ya later!