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Makes No Sense At All (Labyrinth) - Ch 4
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Makes No Sense At All (Labyrinth) - Ch 4 *Chapter 4 - I came here to wake you, to open up your mind Jareth was trying very hard to hold onto his temper. Normally he was very controlled, but in the circumstances it seemed he couldn't keep a leash on it. He was pacing back and forth in front of his thr with agitated steps. He had finally broken through to Sarah in her dreams because she had started to read the book, which possessed enough force to create a slight fissure in the spell. Most beings wouldn't be able to slip through, but that was all he needed. He still couldn't come to her outright, but at least he could continue working on the spell without causing her nightmares due to the fail safe. She had unknowingly d away with that. It felt incredible to hold her in his arms. To her it was a dream, but it was indeed very real. He thought that would've been the push to get her to finish the book and her to him. But instead she had to be her apparently still obstinate self and avoid the matter altogether. He stopped pacing and peered into the crystal now in his hand. The infuriating woman was cleaning. He had to remind himself that she had no idea of the high stakes and that she wasn't purposely putting herself in danger. But he wanted to shake her all the same and impress upon her the gravity of the situation she was in. He still didn't know who had put this spell on her, but they had to be dangerous to go to such lengths. When he saw she went to sleep for the night, he once again went to her. ----- This time she was wandering through tunnels underground somewhere. She had the curious feeling some should be accompanying her, that this had happened before. Some short, gruff, but with a good heart. She associated this place with fear, but again why, she had no notion. She turned a corner and came upon a blind beggar sitting with his back to the wall. A crystal ball rolled past her feet on the floor and jumped into the hat that was upturned on the ground by the tattered being. The beggar turned his face toward her,"What do we have here?" "Uh, nothing," Sarah didn't know where that came from, a voice from a lifetime ago seemed to echo it and she repeated it out loud. "Nothing? Nothing?! Tra la la!" The beggar rose up. The man from her previous dreams appeared as he lifted the beggar's costume away. His outfit seemed very familiar just like everything else she had dreamt of this place, whatever this place was. He was wearing a brown leather jacket with an uneven collar, an obenely tight grey pair of pants, riding boots coming up almost to his knees, and black gloves. He strode over to her and took her by the shoulders, gently but firmly, "Sarah I cannot stress to you in mere mortal words how important it is you finish the book you have been avoiding in favor of cleaning!" He was staring into her eyes and she felt, into her soul. She was getting very sick of being confused with an imaginary being, so she straightened her shoulders and lifted her chin with a challenge in her eyes,"But why? You have given me no reason that it is so important to read a 's story. I am not a in case you haven't figured that out." He took a step back, a flirtatious quirk to his lips revealing slightly pointed teeth in a devilish grin as he looked her up and down. With a less severe t of voice he replied"Oh yes my precious , I HAVE noticed you are indeed a woman grown now." He gave a laugh that was wholly familiar, dark and delicious. Until that moment she hadn't realized what she'd been wearing, a red layered skirt that fell right below mid thigh, a simple black top that showed a bit of cleavage with straps, covered with a light red jacket, and flip flops. Barring the jacket, she didn't even own this clothing and neither would she wear it. Looking back up at him from her perusal of herself, she raised an eyebrow. In reply to her silent accusation,"Yes I may have taken some liberties in forming part of this vision. That outfit from last time was..." he quickly pressed his lips together in mid-sentence, as if he shouldn't have divulged that. She took a step toward him and touched his leather-clad arm,"What did you say? What last time?" "Nothing. I can't say anymore or it could put things in jeopardy," he looked around and back at her, then took hold of her once more in his firm but gentle hold. "Sarah please finish the book and possibly go back and reread it. Your right words may have altered a bit, but you MUST say your right words." Before she could blink he had pressed a hasty kiss to her lips and then disappeared. "Now how do I get out of here?" she wondered aloud. Then saw the ladder leading up, as if it had appeared out of nowhere. Eerily familiar, she began her aent. Though she had the sensation this ladder was much farther down this tunnel and not right at this spot. Finally reaching the top, she pushed the lid off of the mouth of the opening. ------ Sarah bolted upright in bed. "What the fuck?!" pushing her hair back from her face, she glanced over at the book on her night stand, seeming to glow in the moonlight. "Ok insistent mystery man, apparently now my dreams are manifesting that it's been too long without a guy and is taking matters into its own hands, ugh!" Sarah flopped back down on her bed. She tried to go back to sleep but when she started hearing birds chirping in the predawn, she gave up. Once her morning routine was complete she gave into the pull she felt, like a rubber band ping her back to her bed and the red book. She decided today was an unproductive day apparently. Against her better judgment, not sure why she should take the advice of an imaginary dream man conjured by her libido, she finished the book once and then started it over. Coming to the part were the girl was babysitting her brother who was wailing and causing a fuss, which that is what babies do, she continued on. " night when the baby had been particularly nasty, the girl ed on the goblins to her. And they said to her,'Say your right words, and we'll take the baby away to the Goblin City, then you'll be free.' " Sarah looked up from the book, in deep thought. "Say your right words, that's what that man in my dreams keeps saying," she muttered to herself as her eyes anned back over that paragraph,"which even if that were true, my brother isn't a baby. So why would that me? After mulling it over, with her fingers tracing the words she concluded,"My subconious is just interpreting this book in my dreams is all. But why the hell do these characters have the same name as me and Toby?" Yeah that was thing she had no explanation for. The book had no author, it was like it had appeared by magic. Blowing a breath out, she laid the book down and got up. "Well I did what dream man wanted, not sure what that was supposed to accomplish." Still feeling unsettled, like there was more she should be doing where this book was concerned, she headed downstairs to check her e-mail and online accounts. ----- Jareth had been relieved when she had finally finished the book and started to reread it. But when she stopped and went to do human things, he once again started losing control of his temper. "That girl is infuriating. I all but hand to her, what she needs to do, and she still decides to be stubborn. This would've been attained more quickly if she was still the impulsive . She wouldn't have thought twice about saying the words." She grew up delectably well, but this was situation where her immaturity would've served better. If only he could unwind this blasted spell completely, instead of leaving her hints. He was all powerful, he shouldn't have to leave this up to a mortal woman to resolve. He threw the orb up in the air where it turned into a bubble and popped, then he stalked out of the room. As much as he just wanted to force something to happen right this moment, it wasn't meant to be and he had a kingdom to attend to. ----- Copyright 2017 *Lyric is from "Die to Save You" - Sick Puppies I sent an Angel to watch over you last night, it returned in a hurry. I asked why, it said "Angels can't watch porn." Thanks for fucking traumatizing my fucking Angel! Don't bother trying to figure me out. Not even the little voices in my head understand me. It's pointless! |
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