The goblin king circled around the corpse of Jareth's once beloved bride. She looked better now, the scar was almost completely healed. That poor fool thought he'd get her back though, no a woman this lovely even the Goblin King wanted her.
"What do you say, me dear?" He whispered in Sarah's ear, "Shall we give Jareth the slip? Escape back into your world? Would you become me bride instead of his?" With a snap of his fingers the small brown skinned monster forced magic through her veins.
Her eyes shot open and she screamed. Every inch of her body was in pain. Her blood felt like it was boiling out of every pore and her skin was crawling back in on itself. The scream only got louder as more and more magic was pushed into to bring her back to the land of the living...
Jareth was using the walls now to keep his balance. On the plus side, he was leaving a nice trail behind him, though if it was for his benefit or for that of something hot on his tail he'd never know. What he did know is that he had to rest and soon, but it could wait until he knew exactly how much time he had left. He shook his head to clear the blurriness.
"I'm coming Sarah," he said weakly.
He came to a dead-end with a sigh of exhaustion and pain he turned on his heels only to find that the smooth stone walls had formed up behind him, "Well now, that's not fair."
"Aye but that is life," I voice called from behind. Jareth was too worn to try and feel and kind of shock again. Instead he turned to find two goblin creatures holding on to what might have been shields, one had a diamond with the top half white and the bottom red while the other had a slightly circular shape with the top half blue and bottom white, with their feet hanging in the air.
"I must be dreaming," he muttered, "Excuse me, what are you?"
"Why we're guards," answered the blue, "And what are you supposed to be?"
"I am a man," Jareth answered.
"Don't look like much of a man they way you're carrying on about life not being fair," The red one said. Both of them let out loud barks of laughter and to Jareth's surprise, two more appeared from the top and laughed alongside the bottom two. It was only then that he noticed that there was feet popping out from the bottom.
Jareth rubbed his eyes with his thumb and forefinger, "I don't have the time for this, tell me what I must do to get out of here."
"Try one of these doors," the one at the bottom of the red began, "But be warned, one of them leads to the castle at the center of the Labyrinth and the other one leads to-"
"Ba ba ba bum!" the bottom blue cut in.
"Certain death!" The red continued.
"Fine," said Jareth, "I suppose it would be useless to ask you two as obviously the top halves are here for a reason so let me ask you two-"
"No," the top blue said, "You can't ask us both, you can only ask one of us."
"Why?" Jareth demanded impatiently.
"It's in the rules," it replied, "One of us must lie, and one must always tell the truth."
"And I suppose you'll both tell me you speak the truth?" Jareth said dryly.
"Yes," a guard replied.
"Aha! You're the one that speaks the truth." He approached the guard, "Which door leads to the center and which to certain death?"
The guard looked about the other, "Uh, is he allowed to do that?" The other guard simply shrugged, so the answer was given.
Jareth approached the door, "I would stay and thank you but I'm afraid I've got to run, my love awaits." As he stepped through the door Jareth remembered the manners his mother had taught him turned and, "Thank-"
The ground opened beneath his feet and dropped him down below.