Labyrinth Fan Fiction ❯ No More Chances ❯ Shadows or Truths? ( Chapter 1 )
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By: Sam_Sama_Death 
Is Jareth back? Or is Sarah's imagination going wild?
Non Anime: Labyrinth Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Hentai / Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 01.10.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.6K | Visits: 1.7K | Status: Work In Progress
Is Jareth back? Or is Sarah's imagination going wild?
Non Anime: Labyrinth Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Hentai / Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 01.10.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.6K | Visits: 1.7K | Status: Work In Progress
Lame kinda thing don’t I know it? There are a hundred fanfics out there or more that start after the Labyrinth actually ended. Well I can promise you that the scenario I’m presenting will be slightly different. Also this chapter is very, very old writing of mine. The next chapter will be more like my new style. It’s similar but along with my personal self the style of writing has matured.
CHAPTER 1
It started off slowly, first one minor detail, then another. Yet still, the change had happened just shortly after Sarah returned from the Labyrinth, things started to change...
"Sarah would you change the baby's diaper?" her step-mother would call frequently and, "Would you make the baby some food?", "Could you stay home tonight and watch the baby? You had a date? Well I'm sorry honey but you'll have to cancel, your father and I already made plans."
Even when she did get a boyfriend it wasn't as though she could do anything at all, almost every night she had had to stay home with the baby. Still, she didn't resent that, if she had to stay home with her brother, it meant that her brother was home. Something she would never, ever forget the meaning of.
It was when Karen started asking Sarah's friends to help that things really started getting frustrated. "Would you dears help Sarah clean up the house? She has to go see to the baby."
Her friends didn't come over much anymore, in fact they had even gotten to the point of avoiding her in school. Not that she blamed them, after Karen had stuffed a diaper under one of their noses, because Sarah was in the bathroom and couldn't change Toby in time enough to suit Karen. No, she didn't blame them, it wasn't fair to them at all.
There had been other things too, just things that should've been happening that weren't. Toby should've been being potty trained at that time, he was almost two and most children started their potty training at 18 months, and were finished at about 32 months. Toby was already 22 months old, getting ready to turn two years, and nothing had been done by the way of potty training.
To Sarah, it seemed as though Karen expected Sarah to take over that endeavor, it seemed as though Karen had expected Sarah to take over every endeavor. Almost like she had "passed the reigns" as far as she was concerned with Toby.
But what really bugged Sarah was the fact that Karen had even seemed to forget her own son's name. Always referring to Toby as "the baby," and "he" never calling his name, and never running to him when he cried, or even walking to him, or even trudging to him, sometimes.
Finally, it had gotten to the point of no return, fully and officially.
About seven months before this incident Toby had been moved to his own room, two doors down from Sarah's own room. When it had happened Sarah had been just coming home from school when a foul smell had reached her senses.
"Uhg! What's that smell, Karen?" Sarah had asked resisting the temptation to put her sleeve up to her nose. It was almost as bad as the bog of stench! Well, maybe that was an exaggeration, but it was certainly a bad smell.
Karen had shrugged, sitting quite placidly on the couch, "Don't know, it's been like that all day. I guess something's wrong with the bathroom."
These were the times that Sarah wished desperately that her father didn't work days. Were he here, he'd have had something done, or at least, had someone tell them whether the fumes were potentially dangerous to their health's.
With a heavy sigh she had proceeded up to Toby's room, to check on him as she always did when she returned from school. Only what greeted her would leave a permanent image burning in her brain forever.
Toby had been crying all day, she guess, and he was still trying to. He was lying in his bed covered in his own vomit, with his own poop leaking from the edges of his diaper and covering his legs, back, and most of his stomach, some had even smeared on his face, somehow...
What was wrong with Karen?!
Quickly Sarah cleaned Toby up, drawing a bath for him and cleaning him head to toe. Unfortunately Toby's condition didn't improve much, he was very, very sick. Probably worse off than he would've been had Karen taken any sort of care for her son.
Sarah had run down the stairs, Toby lying weakly in her arms. "Karen we have to go to the hospital right now! Toby's sick!"
Karen, that horrible witch of a woman had only shrugged, "I don't feel like driving and you don't have your license." Then had proceeded to watch some weird infomercial about acne problems.
"I have a learners permit!" she'd yelled, slipping into her shoes, and putting some on Toby as well. "Look just get in the passenger's side will you?"
"Don't order me around, I'm your mother, more or less." Karen had said seeming bored, but had gotten up anyway.
After that Sarah could no longer view Toby as her little brother, but more like he was her son. It didn't take long for Toby to get better, and after that she started potty training him. Her father had been proud that his Sarah had "Taken an interest" in her little brother. Tch, as if she'd had a choice.
Maybe she wouldn't have had to take Toby in as a son, maybe just maybe, if her father had been around at all, but if he wasn't at work, he was taking Karen somewhere, always. Their marriage was four years old, but it didn't stop them from running off places, running everywhere, really. So Karen was home during the days, watching soap operas and infomercials, while Toby was unattended.
During the days, Sarah would restrict his movement with what she called "baby barriers" the little things you put in doors to keep kids from going where they weren't supposed to, she put them in the hall so that Toby could only go between his room and the bathroom, no more.
When Karen had complained about them, Sarah had ignored her. That was, until, Karen decided she didn't want them there anymore and taken them down, Toby had fallen down the stairs, just as Sarah got back from school, he hadn't fallen all the way, just a couple of stairs at the bottom, but Sarah had almost died of fear.
Toby had been just fine, but Sarah had bought a child's potty, and had had to lock him in his room every day after that. It hurt her to do so, but she'd had no choice.
What did Karen say, whenever Sarah accused her of neglect? She'd tell Sarah's father that the "Girl is mad, I did nothing wrong, he knocked the thing over and fell down the bottom stairs, I was just in the kitchen getting him some food when it happened. Good thing she came home when she did." or, "I knew he was sick, he vomited all over himself in his crib, and I washed him and took him to the hospital, then I picked Sarah up from school, I honestly don't know why she's telling you these crazy things, Richard."
So Sarah, being accused of insanity, had taken care of Toby and that was the final word in it.
Now she was seventeen, and the day was revolving always around Toby, but she didn't mind too much. Since it was summer she felt so much like Mommy, it was really exhilarating sometimes, but frustrating and scary most other times.
"Sawah, Sawah!" she heard him cry, running up to her. Sometimes she regretted telling her father that Toby was too old for a crib, "Monter, monter!" he screamed holding onto her leg.
He'd been having nightmares lately, it made sense though. He was probably thinking about all of the goblins from so long ago, because when she was around, they were gone.
"Monter!" he cried again.
"Shh, shh, now, Toby." she hauled him up for a second, facing him. It was after midnight, she'd guess, she'd been working on cleaning the house up all day. Before then Karen had helped, but Sarah had only just realized she'd stopped helping completely, and kept leaving things just where Toby could reach them.
"Do you want me to check for you?" at his teary nod she set him on the floor and took his hand, walking into his room.
"Nothing wrong, baby." she cooed softly as she went to flick on the light's switch.
It was dead.
"Sawah..." he whimpered, holding onto her leg. Small children could sense things in older people, and Sarah guessed he might be sensing the fear that had gripped her so powerfully, and so suddenly.
"A-a failed fuse..." she said to herself, her own voice comforting her, "The hall is probably out too..."
She turned and picked Toby up again, "Come on, we'll sleep in my room tonight."
"No!" he screamed grabbing her chest, "No, no, no!"
"What's wrong, Toby?" she asked petting his hair down, he'd need a hair cut soon. What an adventure that would be!
"Lanelot..." the boy said low, then wailed, "Lanelot!"
Sarah looked back into the room, her brother's bedroom lacked the balcony window her parents enjoyed. In here there was only one small window, and she doubted that the Goblin King would climb through there...
Okay! Her thoughts fueled with the image of the Goblin King climbing through a tiny window, (of course in her imagination he got his hips stuck and had to wiggle through before falling flat on his face.) Sarah walked into the room.
"Left Lancelot in here did you?" Maybe the Goblin King would take Lancelot away, so she wouldn't have to deal with it anymore. He was missing an eye now anyway, and was covered in dried drool. Not as though she could throw it in the washing machine either, it'd tear the bear to tiny little pieces before it was done.
"Gab-a-goo-oo."
Sarah stopped dead in her tracks, recognizing the sound easily. Quickly flashes of a year plus ago passed over her mind's eye. That was the same sound that had been in her parent's room. The very same, when she had walked in wondering why Toby had stopped crying, she had heard a goblin making noise, and moving out of her brother's bed.
Another sound came from the room, but this sound a lot less frightening. It was the sound of something rolling on the hard wood of Toby's room. She turned to look and her fear escalated significantly. There was a crystal rolling on Toby's floor.
At first it just went in a strait line, slowing down slightly like a normal ball should, but then it picked up speed, and started rolling in circles, around Toby's toys, under his bed and back out again, then coming to a dead stop right in front of her.
"Toby..." Sarah said, knowing there was fear in her voice, "I think Lancelot is in my room..."
"Gobin..." Toby said, sounding kind of scared... Or maybe not scared, maybe just tired, as he wrapped her arm around her shoulders. "Gobin."
Quickly, and with fear gripping her heart she turned to leave Toby's room, only to find that his door was closed. Her world was spinning, and her heart was pounding, she could feel the blood in her arms and legs like lead, running through her, weighing her down. She hadn't closed that door.
Sarah looked between Toby and the door. There could be a goblin, or it's king on the other side of that door. Or worse, there could be one right behind her. What was she supposed to do now?
Fear was coursing through her mind, she thought of everything that could happen, even the most impossibly extreme things, in only moments inside her head. Had he come back for her? For some kind of sick revenge? In all the tales she'd read, (and after the Labyrinth she felt compelled to look up Goblins) Goblins had a strong desire for revenge, in fact most mythical creatures did, from Faeries to Unicorns, to giants and werewolves.
When in the Labyrinth she'd discovered that most of the tales and fables were false. Still, she couldn't help feeling that Jareth was outside of that door, or maybe behind her, but she couldn't be sure. In fact she felt dizzy, really dizzy, and it took her a moment to realize that she'd nearly fainted in her fear.
She gripped Toby tighter and willed her fear as far away as possible. She could not faint with him in her arms, she could not faint at all. No. She had to be stronger than that, she just had to be.
Suddenly she felt a cold breeze, like an icy breath on her neck that wanted to paralyze her. Cold fear, perhaps, or maybe more...
She could stand it no more and she quickly grasped the handle to the door and pulled it open quickly.
The air from the door hit her in the face and for a moment she only saw pure white. Her fear must've been so much so that her mind blocked out the sight automatically. Maybe, or maybe she'd finally passed out right on the floor, or maybe it was Jareth...
Fortunately the white haze cleared and her mind with it. All that greeted her once fear-blind mind was the boring, and regular sight of her hallway.
A wave of disappointment passed through her for a moment, but that wasn't right. She shouldn't be feeling disappointment, she should be feeling only relief, and yes, she was relieved, but the thrill of a new adventure had been snatched away from her, like a child who was told their dream toy was "just too expensive right now.". Like that child she knew that the toy would never not be "just too expensive." she knew in her heart that, now that the words had been said, she'd never get that toy.
Loudly she sighed, the fear and anticipation she'd been feeling leaving her body through her lungs. Leaving her and being pushed by the family's central air, pushed through hallways and vents, to where no one could possibly know.
Her disappointment though, seemed to be a permanent passenger.
Walking into the hall she discovered that her suspicions had been accurate, the fuse was blown. With another sigh and Toby adjusted comfortably on her hip, she trudged into the basement, and switched the fuse.
CHAPTER 1
It started off slowly, first one minor detail, then another. Yet still, the change had happened just shortly after Sarah returned from the Labyrinth, things started to change...
"Sarah would you change the baby's diaper?" her step-mother would call frequently and, "Would you make the baby some food?", "Could you stay home tonight and watch the baby? You had a date? Well I'm sorry honey but you'll have to cancel, your father and I already made plans."
Even when she did get a boyfriend it wasn't as though she could do anything at all, almost every night she had had to stay home with the baby. Still, she didn't resent that, if she had to stay home with her brother, it meant that her brother was home. Something she would never, ever forget the meaning of.
It was when Karen started asking Sarah's friends to help that things really started getting frustrated. "Would you dears help Sarah clean up the house? She has to go see to the baby."
Her friends didn't come over much anymore, in fact they had even gotten to the point of avoiding her in school. Not that she blamed them, after Karen had stuffed a diaper under one of their noses, because Sarah was in the bathroom and couldn't change Toby in time enough to suit Karen. No, she didn't blame them, it wasn't fair to them at all.
There had been other things too, just things that should've been happening that weren't. Toby should've been being potty trained at that time, he was almost two and most children started their potty training at 18 months, and were finished at about 32 months. Toby was already 22 months old, getting ready to turn two years, and nothing had been done by the way of potty training.
To Sarah, it seemed as though Karen expected Sarah to take over that endeavor, it seemed as though Karen had expected Sarah to take over every endeavor. Almost like she had "passed the reigns" as far as she was concerned with Toby.
But what really bugged Sarah was the fact that Karen had even seemed to forget her own son's name. Always referring to Toby as "the baby," and "he" never calling his name, and never running to him when he cried, or even walking to him, or even trudging to him, sometimes.
Finally, it had gotten to the point of no return, fully and officially.
About seven months before this incident Toby had been moved to his own room, two doors down from Sarah's own room. When it had happened Sarah had been just coming home from school when a foul smell had reached her senses.
"Uhg! What's that smell, Karen?" Sarah had asked resisting the temptation to put her sleeve up to her nose. It was almost as bad as the bog of stench! Well, maybe that was an exaggeration, but it was certainly a bad smell.
Karen had shrugged, sitting quite placidly on the couch, "Don't know, it's been like that all day. I guess something's wrong with the bathroom."
These were the times that Sarah wished desperately that her father didn't work days. Were he here, he'd have had something done, or at least, had someone tell them whether the fumes were potentially dangerous to their health's.
With a heavy sigh she had proceeded up to Toby's room, to check on him as she always did when she returned from school. Only what greeted her would leave a permanent image burning in her brain forever.
Toby had been crying all day, she guess, and he was still trying to. He was lying in his bed covered in his own vomit, with his own poop leaking from the edges of his diaper and covering his legs, back, and most of his stomach, some had even smeared on his face, somehow...
What was wrong with Karen?!
Quickly Sarah cleaned Toby up, drawing a bath for him and cleaning him head to toe. Unfortunately Toby's condition didn't improve much, he was very, very sick. Probably worse off than he would've been had Karen taken any sort of care for her son.
Sarah had run down the stairs, Toby lying weakly in her arms. "Karen we have to go to the hospital right now! Toby's sick!"
Karen, that horrible witch of a woman had only shrugged, "I don't feel like driving and you don't have your license." Then had proceeded to watch some weird infomercial about acne problems.
"I have a learners permit!" she'd yelled, slipping into her shoes, and putting some on Toby as well. "Look just get in the passenger's side will you?"
"Don't order me around, I'm your mother, more or less." Karen had said seeming bored, but had gotten up anyway.
After that Sarah could no longer view Toby as her little brother, but more like he was her son. It didn't take long for Toby to get better, and after that she started potty training him. Her father had been proud that his Sarah had "Taken an interest" in her little brother. Tch, as if she'd had a choice.
Maybe she wouldn't have had to take Toby in as a son, maybe just maybe, if her father had been around at all, but if he wasn't at work, he was taking Karen somewhere, always. Their marriage was four years old, but it didn't stop them from running off places, running everywhere, really. So Karen was home during the days, watching soap operas and infomercials, while Toby was unattended.
During the days, Sarah would restrict his movement with what she called "baby barriers" the little things you put in doors to keep kids from going where they weren't supposed to, she put them in the hall so that Toby could only go between his room and the bathroom, no more.
When Karen had complained about them, Sarah had ignored her. That was, until, Karen decided she didn't want them there anymore and taken them down, Toby had fallen down the stairs, just as Sarah got back from school, he hadn't fallen all the way, just a couple of stairs at the bottom, but Sarah had almost died of fear.
Toby had been just fine, but Sarah had bought a child's potty, and had had to lock him in his room every day after that. It hurt her to do so, but she'd had no choice.
What did Karen say, whenever Sarah accused her of neglect? She'd tell Sarah's father that the "Girl is mad, I did nothing wrong, he knocked the thing over and fell down the bottom stairs, I was just in the kitchen getting him some food when it happened. Good thing she came home when she did." or, "I knew he was sick, he vomited all over himself in his crib, and I washed him and took him to the hospital, then I picked Sarah up from school, I honestly don't know why she's telling you these crazy things, Richard."
So Sarah, being accused of insanity, had taken care of Toby and that was the final word in it.
Now she was seventeen, and the day was revolving always around Toby, but she didn't mind too much. Since it was summer she felt so much like Mommy, it was really exhilarating sometimes, but frustrating and scary most other times.
"Sawah, Sawah!" she heard him cry, running up to her. Sometimes she regretted telling her father that Toby was too old for a crib, "Monter, monter!" he screamed holding onto her leg.
He'd been having nightmares lately, it made sense though. He was probably thinking about all of the goblins from so long ago, because when she was around, they were gone.
"Monter!" he cried again.
"Shh, shh, now, Toby." she hauled him up for a second, facing him. It was after midnight, she'd guess, she'd been working on cleaning the house up all day. Before then Karen had helped, but Sarah had only just realized she'd stopped helping completely, and kept leaving things just where Toby could reach them.
"Do you want me to check for you?" at his teary nod she set him on the floor and took his hand, walking into his room.
"Nothing wrong, baby." she cooed softly as she went to flick on the light's switch.
It was dead.
"Sawah..." he whimpered, holding onto her leg. Small children could sense things in older people, and Sarah guessed he might be sensing the fear that had gripped her so powerfully, and so suddenly.
"A-a failed fuse..." she said to herself, her own voice comforting her, "The hall is probably out too..."
She turned and picked Toby up again, "Come on, we'll sleep in my room tonight."
"No!" he screamed grabbing her chest, "No, no, no!"
"What's wrong, Toby?" she asked petting his hair down, he'd need a hair cut soon. What an adventure that would be!
"Lanelot..." the boy said low, then wailed, "Lanelot!"
Sarah looked back into the room, her brother's bedroom lacked the balcony window her parents enjoyed. In here there was only one small window, and she doubted that the Goblin King would climb through there...
Okay! Her thoughts fueled with the image of the Goblin King climbing through a tiny window, (of course in her imagination he got his hips stuck and had to wiggle through before falling flat on his face.) Sarah walked into the room.
"Left Lancelot in here did you?" Maybe the Goblin King would take Lancelot away, so she wouldn't have to deal with it anymore. He was missing an eye now anyway, and was covered in dried drool. Not as though she could throw it in the washing machine either, it'd tear the bear to tiny little pieces before it was done.
"Gab-a-goo-oo."
Sarah stopped dead in her tracks, recognizing the sound easily. Quickly flashes of a year plus ago passed over her mind's eye. That was the same sound that had been in her parent's room. The very same, when she had walked in wondering why Toby had stopped crying, she had heard a goblin making noise, and moving out of her brother's bed.
Another sound came from the room, but this sound a lot less frightening. It was the sound of something rolling on the hard wood of Toby's room. She turned to look and her fear escalated significantly. There was a crystal rolling on Toby's floor.
At first it just went in a strait line, slowing down slightly like a normal ball should, but then it picked up speed, and started rolling in circles, around Toby's toys, under his bed and back out again, then coming to a dead stop right in front of her.
"Toby..." Sarah said, knowing there was fear in her voice, "I think Lancelot is in my room..."
"Gobin..." Toby said, sounding kind of scared... Or maybe not scared, maybe just tired, as he wrapped her arm around her shoulders. "Gobin."
Quickly, and with fear gripping her heart she turned to leave Toby's room, only to find that his door was closed. Her world was spinning, and her heart was pounding, she could feel the blood in her arms and legs like lead, running through her, weighing her down. She hadn't closed that door.
Sarah looked between Toby and the door. There could be a goblin, or it's king on the other side of that door. Or worse, there could be one right behind her. What was she supposed to do now?
Fear was coursing through her mind, she thought of everything that could happen, even the most impossibly extreme things, in only moments inside her head. Had he come back for her? For some kind of sick revenge? In all the tales she'd read, (and after the Labyrinth she felt compelled to look up Goblins) Goblins had a strong desire for revenge, in fact most mythical creatures did, from Faeries to Unicorns, to giants and werewolves.
When in the Labyrinth she'd discovered that most of the tales and fables were false. Still, she couldn't help feeling that Jareth was outside of that door, or maybe behind her, but she couldn't be sure. In fact she felt dizzy, really dizzy, and it took her a moment to realize that she'd nearly fainted in her fear.
She gripped Toby tighter and willed her fear as far away as possible. She could not faint with him in her arms, she could not faint at all. No. She had to be stronger than that, she just had to be.
Suddenly she felt a cold breeze, like an icy breath on her neck that wanted to paralyze her. Cold fear, perhaps, or maybe more...
She could stand it no more and she quickly grasped the handle to the door and pulled it open quickly.
The air from the door hit her in the face and for a moment she only saw pure white. Her fear must've been so much so that her mind blocked out the sight automatically. Maybe, or maybe she'd finally passed out right on the floor, or maybe it was Jareth...
Fortunately the white haze cleared and her mind with it. All that greeted her once fear-blind mind was the boring, and regular sight of her hallway.
A wave of disappointment passed through her for a moment, but that wasn't right. She shouldn't be feeling disappointment, she should be feeling only relief, and yes, she was relieved, but the thrill of a new adventure had been snatched away from her, like a child who was told their dream toy was "just too expensive right now.". Like that child she knew that the toy would never not be "just too expensive." she knew in her heart that, now that the words had been said, she'd never get that toy.
Loudly she sighed, the fear and anticipation she'd been feeling leaving her body through her lungs. Leaving her and being pushed by the family's central air, pushed through hallways and vents, to where no one could possibly know.
Her disappointment though, seemed to be a permanent passenger.
Walking into the hall she discovered that her suspicions had been accurate, the fuse was blown. With another sigh and Toby adjusted comfortably on her hip, she trudged into the basement, and switched the fuse.