Fan Fiction ❯ Sarah's Wish ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )

 

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hope you enjoy this next chapter that I've come up with. I've decided that if I write more for this story that I won't be actually trying to change the original storyline but, rather, adding to them. Thirteen hours is a long time. Hopefully my beta-reader won't flame me for writing this. I've had a sucky time with my job lately (I've been so frustrated with crap my boss is trying to pull) it's amazing that I can write anything, but actually it's made me more determined to enjoy myself writing. Enjoy and hopefully you'll let me know what you think.

 

 

 

 

“You have thirteen hours in which to complete the Labyrinth, or your baby brother becomes one of us. Forever.” Jareth and his grandfather clock start to slowly fade away. “Such a pity.” And he was gone.

 

“Such a pity.” Jareth repeated to himself when he suddenly found himself in the Junkyard just before the gates of his castle. He looked at his surroundings and sighed deeply. This had to be his least favorite place in the whole Labyrinth. It was what was left over from those who once believed in the Labyrinth but slowly they forgot or outgrew the childish beliefs.

 

There were some goblins within the Labyrinth that lived off the discarded things of the real world. They treasured their belongings more than anything else in their existence. They encouraged those who failed in their task to retrieve their taken child to take on their belief that the possession of this junk was most important thing in their life.

 

The Junkyard was much more than a place that collected discarded junk. As it is part of the Labyrinth it has a life force of its own. To those tempted their room would appear before them once passing through a door that is surrounded by junk. If they found themselves taken in it was usually their own things that started the never-ending pile of junk that becomes their burden. After many years, the things they carry no longer look as wonderful as the day they put it on. Nothing was the same for them after that day, never again was anything the same. The change in the features takes a little longer than the changes that effect those wished away. As they changed in their thoughts and understandings of what they perceive as the world their features change with them. Their backs hump from the strain of carrying too much junk, but the strain effects more than just the back, it goes up into the neck causing a sort of collapse of the muscle and it sits more on their shoulders than anything. It also goes down into the legs and feet; the knees stay bent more to counteract the weight and the feet flatten out from all poundage. Their voices go deeper as the weight of their world weighs on them literally.

 

Jareth looked around and saw the moving piles amongst the piles of junk surrounding the castle. He lifted his gaze and looked as far as he could see and could make out all the small movements as they scavenged for new things to add to their collection.

 

It was a damn shame really. Some were so close to their goal and to be side tracked and taken in by the strong dependency on possessions instead of correcting the wrong they made and let love shine through and break the spell they created. They never came to realize that the Labyrinth had no control over them, but they had to believe in it the same as they believe in the Labyrinth. It was making it through the Labyrinth that should have given them this realization but most only half-heartedly tried to defeat the Labyrinth and soon found themselves, like the challengers before them, becoming part of the Labyrinth, becoming part of the lures to entice other challengers to join them, and if you were a wild person you were automatically sent to join the Wild Gang in their partying ways. It was all a matter of where you were when you forgot about your true objective and trailed from the path you set yourself.

 

Jareth's attention was drawn from the Junkyard towards his castle. Sarah's baby brother Toby was throwing quite a fit. He was sure the crying could be heard throughout the Labyrinth.

 

“Sarah's coming.” He said softly as he looked at the window he had flown out of earlier. “She's coming.” He looked towards a pile of junk. “And I'll be with you shortly.”

 

He walked towards the pile of junk and pulled back the dirty cloth that hung in front of it, he ducked his head, and walked in. Instantly he was standing straight, his hand no longer holding cloth but a door know, and before him was Sarah's room instead of a pile of junk.

 

He looked lovingly around the well cared for room, but it seemed more like a room for a child instead of a young girl blossoming into her womanhood. Toys, stuffed animals, and books were everywhere. He knew where everything was; it was his favorite past time, to look over the things that belonged to her. He longed to really be in her room but he always feared that she would sense something, somehow, know that someone besides her family or friends had been in her room, looking over her things, and enjoying it. Despite what he stood for and who he was he didn't wish to make Sarah uncomfortable.

 

He slowly walked towards Sarah's desk. He loved the Labyrinth that she played with. If only it were so simple to get through the Labyrinth, he thought to himself and frowned as his finger traced the wall of the Labyrinth. When he came to the first oubliette his finger dipped into the whole and his brain started its spinning. Pushing the depressing thoughts from his mind he turned and walked towards the bed and sat down. It was an uncomfortable bed, in his opinion, way to firm. He turned and laid down on the bed, his feet hanging over the end.

 

“How do you sleep on this bed Sarah?” He asked out loud again. “Does nothing to help the back relax.” With a groan he sat up. There was too much to be done for him to sit around in a place he wasn't wanted and that was private. Without being able to help himself, instead of leaving like he planned, he went over and picked up the photo album of Sarah's mother and flipped through the pages. He wasn't sure why he enjoyed looking at pictures of a young Sarah and her mother and all the memorabilia that was kept from when Sarah's mother was on stage. Maybe it was because it was filled with so much love and loss. Closing his eyes as he shut the book and returned it to its rightful place he turned and left. Left to go and make sure Toby was actually crying because of being away from home not because of mistreatment.