#jareth labyrinth

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Leonard Snart if he was Jareth the Goblin King💗✨

The bag is by Pinderland Productions !! She was super kind when I kept messaging her on Etsy, got back to me incredibly quickly.

Summary:

If dreams do not come true for one, does the other deserve theirs? You know what they say, an eye for an eye, right?

Notes:

My inspiration came from one of David Bowie's final singles from Black Star: Lazarus. If you haven't listened to the song or watched the music video, I highly recommend it!

Her heart was beating hysterically. Not quite screaming but stifling a whimper instead. Words failed to reach her chilled lips, and all she could do was watch as the shrouded figure emerged from the dark mahogany armoire.

A winter chill arrived on Sarah's skin, making her blood run cold. The figure, she observed, was searching. Searching for the next charge, the next arrival to take back with them. Somewhere… anywhere… nowhere. It was sniffing around like a dog searching for its next food resource. It was on the prowl, and a low, menacing growl came from the hooded part of the shadow.

There was no room for error. The assignment had to come to completion. The figure, like a venomous spider about to catch its prey in a web, began furiously crawling the walls. Shadows of the night, mistresses of the dark, commenced with their wicked, mysterious game.

Sarah was so cold. Stunned into silence, she watched as from every corner and nook and cranny, this dark shadow covered. “I will find you, my darling. Your scent lingers,” it said in a dangerous yet intoxicating voice.

Who or what was it looking for? Sarah couldn't understand.

The figure stopped suddenly, having found its prey. Yes, the mighty lion had been victorious. Its chilling breath visible in the air, this entity slowly turned its head in Sarah's direction and sauntered toward her.

A gasp couldn't be restrained this time. Sarah had been exposed. Within an instant, she was met with a pair of foreboding stars shrouded in emptiness. “Ah, my lovely. So, there you are,” it whispered. Sarah tried screaming but was gridlocked by a pair of freezing, lifeless hands that slithered around her throat. The skin was so grey the veins could be seen, black blood flowing through an inoperative river.

“Pl-please. Wh-what do you want from me?” Sarah barely asked as the icy touch burned into her skin.

The haunting figure was silent for a few minutes. Was it studying her? What was it thinking? Who was this?

It took one hand and flicked its wrist while the other remained around Sarah. There, in the corner of the room, appeared a writing desk full of stationery and ink with a dimly lit small lamp.

This creature motioned for Sarah to sit in the chair provided. Sarah, unsure of what was happening, dared not to disobey, as with one fell swoop, she would be but an afterthought. So she complied.

As she took her seat, the hooded figure hovered over her, keeping the fear and winter residing within. It took her trembling hand and placed a pen. Sarah, both confused and scared, looked up questioningly.

“You are going to write a letter,” it told her in a velvety, venom-laced voice. “A letter of apology."

A letter of apology? Now, Sarah really was confused.

“Bewildered, my sweet?” Sarah remained silent. The look on her face held the answer. The figure nodded and said in a warning tone, “As you should be.”

Her hands still violently shaking, she stared at the blank piece of parchment, wondering who she needed to apologize to. In her mind, she was replaying the events of her life and couldn't place who the recipient was. Suddenly, like the falling mixture of rain and snow, thousands of crystals, depicting various scenes of the past, appeared along with shards of floating glass with tattered pieces of jewelry and intricate cloth attached. A garbled rendition of a familiar love song played in dissonance, subliminally screaming her name.

"Saaarrraah…Saaa…as….falling in looovvve…ma…maaakes…no…no sense at all.”

Oh, my God! This didn't make sense at all!

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“Now,” the figure spoke, bringing Sarah out of her thoughts, “you will write everything down I dictate. Any kind of reversal will not be tolerated and will result in due punishment.” It came within inches of her face, spellbinding Sarah with the two stars and eerie breath. “Punishment, my dear, so severe beyond your imagination.”

Sarah gulped and tried to focus on the forced task at hand.

The figure floated carefully and menacingly around Sarah. Slow, intricate circles, created a frosty breeze that enveloped her whole body and made it difficult to concentrate. But she fought through the magically created winter.

Every word that came from the hollowness was laced with a sweet, seductive, and pernicious melody. Absent-mindedly, the song composed itself on the parchment. Every word, every attached tune was contractually constructed.

When the figure was done dictating, the letter disappeared from the desk and appeared in the skeletal grey hands. Long, spindly fingers enveloped the treasured piece of parchment and snapped it away into an unknown safe place. Then, it stared, once again, at Sarah.

“Oh, you listen to instruction very well, my dear,” it said, condescendingly. “It really was effortless, was it not?”

“Who are you?” Sarah asked with a quavering voice. “What do you want from me?”

A guttural laugh emanated from the sunken, cloaked figure, arresting Sarah with continued panic. The shadowed stars fixated on her, mesmerizing her and freezing her In place. The figure removed its thick, heavy cloak, revealing itself to be a jaded version of herself.

What the hell was this? Sarah's eyes bordered on sinking further into the depths of panic and opening wide with confusion. The imitation Sarah narrowed her eyes, and her mouth drew up into a diabolical smile. “I've brought you a gift.” There, in her translucent hand, appeared a cracked crystal.

“What is it?” Sarah asked, reminiscent of the past.

Imitation Sarah raised her brow and sneeringly answered, “It's a crystal. Nothing more. But if you turn it this way and look into it, it will show you your dreams.”

Sarah wondered if this was some kind of role play.

She scoffed and said, “My dreams? It will show me nothing. If anything, it will show someone else's dreams.” Imitation Sarah quickly made the crystal disappear, yanked Sarah out of the chair, and shoved her against the wall. “They were your dreams once, my sweet,” she said, growling. “Now, you've given away shattered dreams and empty promises.” Her eyes narrowed again, breathing heavily with rage.

She released the real Sarah, who slumped to the floor. The ghostly Sarah sinisterly laughed and tapped her bony fingers together. “That is why you had to write the apology. He has been waiting to collect."

“Collect? Collect what?”

Abruptly, the clone shed its human facade. One by one, pieces peeled off and scattered to the floor like a jigsaw puzzle. What remained terrified Sarah to the core. No stars, only holes. Where a nose once was held an unseen scar, and a mouth had been cut open, showing razor-sharp teeth. The figure flew to Sarah, suspending her against the wall again. It leaned in where Sarah met the nonexistent eyes and whispered in her ear, "Why, you, of course. Your present-day dreams. All…of…you.”

All the color drained out of her face, and her blood turned cold. She tried to make an escape, but the figure pointed its elongated finger at her, snapped it with its thumb, and she disappeared. Gone.

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Prancing through the rubble, it found the crystal. Two eyes peered into the orb. Flashes of a woman dressed in a tattered ball gown searching endlessly and never finding her dreams surrounded by a rain of pearls and a broken maze. It was nonchalantly thrown in the air, and as it descended, it burst into the palm of his hand as sweet echoes of patronizing laughter rode upon the breezes.