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Chapter Eight: Avery Meets The Goblin King
Title: Heart Of Ice: Chapter Eight: Avery Meets The Goblin King
Author: Allison Wonderland
Rating: PG this chapter, NC-17 overall.
Summary: Fabian and Avery meet.
Warning(s): Language, homosexuality.
Disclaimer: Technically, this is a rewrite of the movie Labyrinth. However, how much it resembles the movie remains to be seen. I do not own/am not associated with Labyrinth or anything related to it. However, all of the characters and some of the ideas in this story are mine.
Note(s): This should be a short chapter too.
~*~
The next lightening flash revealed that he was tall, taller than Avery. But the, most people were taller than Avery. His hair was blonde, almost white, with a thin blue streak on each side of his face. It fell to a little past his shoulder blades but was layered, each layer a different length so that the shortest stuck out around his head like a blond halo. He looked very, very pale, almost like porcelain, but that could have been because the night was so very, very dark. His eyes were two different colors, the left an icy blue, the right a bright emerald green. They were elongated, almost almond shaped, and quite large, though they seemed to fit perfectly in his sharply pointed face. His ears too were sharply pointed and stuck out of his hair on each side of his head. A small scar ran through his left eyebrow, both the left and right of which were thin and arched, creating two sides of a triangle above each of his eyes. The space between his eyes and his eyebrows was painted with a bluish silver color, his eyes lined in a darker shade of the same color. His nose was smallish, his mouth wide with a full bottom lip. He wore a long flowing cape with a high color that looked as if it were made out of the night sky itself, had the sky been full of stars that night. With it he wore a shiny silvery white poets’ shirt, a shiny black waistcoat with large silver buttons, skin tight leggings that matched the shirt, and slightly heeled shiny black boots that came all the way up to his knees.
The first thought to go through Avery’s mind was that he was not human. “Who are you?” he asked, shaken not because there was a strange man in his house and Jilly was gone but because it was dark and there was a strange thing in his house that was not human. And yet, shaken though he was, he did not feel frightened, not of this man-thing at least.
“Why, Avery,” he said and his voice was like gravel wrapped in satin, “don’t you know? It was you who summoned me.”
It was…and yet it was not possible…but… “You’re him, aren’t you?” Avery asked, his heart pounding. No, no, no, he thought. It can’t be real. Labyrinth is just a book. It’s fictional! “You’re the Goblin King.”
The man…creature…thing…Goblin King…nodded. The corners of his lips curled up into a smile that was not kind but neither was it cruel. He bowed deeply and when he straightened up again his eyes were fixed intensely upon Avery as if he found the boy interesting in the same way a child might find a bug interesting. “Fabian,” he said by way of introduction.
“I…I…um…” Avery closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “Fabian,” he echoed finally. No way. There was absolutely no way this was happening. He had fallen asleep and was dreaming. That was the only possible explanation. “I want my sister back, please,” he said, his voice barely audible.
The…um…Goblin King…Fabian…shook his head. “You called me,” he reminded Avery. “What’s said is said.”
“But I didn’t mean it!” Avery insisted. All right, so he had meant it at the time but he was going to be in so much shit when his parents got home and Jilly was gone. If Jilly was gone. If Avery was just dreaming that meant his sister was probably asleep in her crib as well.
“Oh?” he asked. “Didn’t you?”
If this was reality, Avery knew he would be running for his life, not standing in his kitchen having a conversation with the Goblin King. But he was. Ergo, it had to be a dream. He hoped. “But I didn’t! I swear!” When Fabian did not respond he decided to try something else. “I want my sister back. Please! Where is she? She must be so scared.”
Fabian chuckled, still not unkindly but it was somewhat cold. “You know very well where she is,” he informed the boy.
“Please bring him back? Please?” Avery did not recognize his own voice. “Please?” he asked again.
Fabian frowned. “Avery…” he said, not angry but more than a little disapprovingly. His expression was one of…concern? “Go back to your room. Play with your toys. Read your books. Forget about the baby.” Really, the last thing Fabian wanted was for the boy to forget about the baby. He wanted him in the labyrinth. If the boy did not solve the labyrinth in the allotted thirteen hours the baby would be turned into a goblin and the boy would be doomed to stay in the labyrinth forever. It would give Fabian plenty of time to make the boy fall in love with him. But on the other hand if the boy solved the labyrinth, he would be forced to let the baby go and, unless Avery fell in love with him before then, the boy too. But there was an alternative to the labyrinth: the dream crystal. If the boy took the dream crystal he would become hypnotized by the images inside it, by his own dreams. Fabian could insert himself into those dreams and make the boy fall in love with him.
“No. I can’t!” Even though there was nothing he wanted more. “Don’t you see that I can’t?”
Thunder rumbled and Fabian raised his left arm. He made a strange gesture, a sort of circular half wave, half ‘come here’ gesture. A crystal orb appeared in his hand. “I’ve brought you…” He presented the orb to Avery. “…a gift.”
A gift. Avery could not remember the last time someone gave him a gift that was not for Christmas or his birthday. He reached out his right hand to take it them pulled back. How did he know he could trust this man…er…Goblin King? “What is it?” he asked instead of taking it like he wanted so badly to.
Fabian shrugged as if it were nothing. “A crystal,” he explained. “Nothing more. But if you turn it this way-“ he demonstrated by rolling it back and forth across his hands in a way that should not have been possible “-and look into it, it will show you your dreams.”
Avery’s eyes widened and his lips parted involuntarily. His dreams… Acting… His own television show… The drama… The fame… Everyone loving and appreciating him… And someone special, a special boy whom he would love and who would love him more than anyone else. That was what he wanted most of all. As long as he had someone he loved, someone who loved him, he thought maybe he could live without the fame and the television show. His right hand came up to reach for the crystal again.
With a teasing smile Fabian withdrew the crystal orb. He watched the boy as he rolled it around in his hands again. “But this is not a gift for an ordinary boy who takes care of a screaming baby.” His voice was quieter now, more seductive. “Do you want it, Avery?” He held it out toward the boy again.
This time Avery managed to control the impulse to reach out and take the crystal.
But Fabian could still see that he longed to reach out and touch it, to take it, to see his dreams made reality. “Then forget about the baby,” He twirled the crystal orb around and around in his fingers.
Avery was ambivalent. The Goblin King was so seductive. The gift was so perfect. It was as if Fabian knew him, knew about his desire to be famous, knew about his desire to love and be loved in return. And it was not even as if he wanted something in return that Avery was hesitant to give. He would only have to give up his responsibility for a horrible selfish spoiled offensive baby. But that baby was his sister. Avery squeezed his eyes shut to get the sight of that crystal orb out of his mind and swallowed hard. He did not recognize the voice that came out as his own. “I…I can’t,” he murmured sorrowfully. “It’s not that I don’t appreciate what you’re trying to do for me but I want my sister back. Please. She must be so scared.” Avery opened his eyes again and looked at the Goblin King.
Fabian tossed his head, shaking his blonde hair out of his eyes. He had lost patience with the beautiful boy. “Don’t defy me, Avery!” he ordered. He tossed the crystal orb at the boy.
As Avery caught the orb it became a live snake. He dropped it quickly. Snakes were another one of his biggest fears. It seemed he was afraid of everything. When it hit the floor it became a multicolored scarf. One of the little fur ball things he thought she had seen earlier appeared out of nowhere to grab it and scurry off. He gasped in horror.
“You are no match for me, Avery,” the Goblin King warned impatiently. “Let me have the baby. Take the gift. This is your last chance.”
“I must have my sister back,” Avery persisted. He was oh so close to taking the crystal orb the Goblin King offered and running. “Where is she?”
“There.” Fabian moved so suddenly it was as if he was suddenly just standing beside Avery. He pointed toward the French doors he had entered through.
Avery’s back yard had disappeared. In its place was a barren desert landscape populated by one sickly looking tree with a clock in it whose hands both pointed to the thirteen at the top center where the twelve should be. He moved past the Goblin King and looked out the door. Beyond the hilltop with the tree there was only blackness but he thought he could just make out the shape of a castle in the distance.
Author: Allison Wonderland
Rating: PG this chapter, NC-17 overall.
Summary: Fabian and Avery meet.
Warning(s): Language, homosexuality.
Disclaimer: Technically, this is a rewrite of the movie Labyrinth. However, how much it resembles the movie remains to be seen. I do not own/am not associated with Labyrinth or anything related to it. However, all of the characters and some of the ideas in this story are mine.
Note(s): This should be a short chapter too.
~*~
The next lightening flash revealed that he was tall, taller than Avery. But the, most people were taller than Avery. His hair was blonde, almost white, with a thin blue streak on each side of his face. It fell to a little past his shoulder blades but was layered, each layer a different length so that the shortest stuck out around his head like a blond halo. He looked very, very pale, almost like porcelain, but that could have been because the night was so very, very dark. His eyes were two different colors, the left an icy blue, the right a bright emerald green. They were elongated, almost almond shaped, and quite large, though they seemed to fit perfectly in his sharply pointed face. His ears too were sharply pointed and stuck out of his hair on each side of his head. A small scar ran through his left eyebrow, both the left and right of which were thin and arched, creating two sides of a triangle above each of his eyes. The space between his eyes and his eyebrows was painted with a bluish silver color, his eyes lined in a darker shade of the same color. His nose was smallish, his mouth wide with a full bottom lip. He wore a long flowing cape with a high color that looked as if it were made out of the night sky itself, had the sky been full of stars that night. With it he wore a shiny silvery white poets’ shirt, a shiny black waistcoat with large silver buttons, skin tight leggings that matched the shirt, and slightly heeled shiny black boots that came all the way up to his knees.
The first thought to go through Avery’s mind was that he was not human. “Who are you?” he asked, shaken not because there was a strange man in his house and Jilly was gone but because it was dark and there was a strange thing in his house that was not human. And yet, shaken though he was, he did not feel frightened, not of this man-thing at least.
“Why, Avery,” he said and his voice was like gravel wrapped in satin, “don’t you know? It was you who summoned me.”
It was…and yet it was not possible…but… “You’re him, aren’t you?” Avery asked, his heart pounding. No, no, no, he thought. It can’t be real. Labyrinth is just a book. It’s fictional! “You’re the Goblin King.”
The man…creature…thing…Goblin King…nodded. The corners of his lips curled up into a smile that was not kind but neither was it cruel. He bowed deeply and when he straightened up again his eyes were fixed intensely upon Avery as if he found the boy interesting in the same way a child might find a bug interesting. “Fabian,” he said by way of introduction.
“I…I…um…” Avery closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “Fabian,” he echoed finally. No way. There was absolutely no way this was happening. He had fallen asleep and was dreaming. That was the only possible explanation. “I want my sister back, please,” he said, his voice barely audible.
The…um…Goblin King…Fabian…shook his head. “You called me,” he reminded Avery. “What’s said is said.”
“But I didn’t mean it!” Avery insisted. All right, so he had meant it at the time but he was going to be in so much shit when his parents got home and Jilly was gone. If Jilly was gone. If Avery was just dreaming that meant his sister was probably asleep in her crib as well.
“Oh?” he asked. “Didn’t you?”
If this was reality, Avery knew he would be running for his life, not standing in his kitchen having a conversation with the Goblin King. But he was. Ergo, it had to be a dream. He hoped. “But I didn’t! I swear!” When Fabian did not respond he decided to try something else. “I want my sister back. Please! Where is she? She must be so scared.”
Fabian chuckled, still not unkindly but it was somewhat cold. “You know very well where she is,” he informed the boy.
“Please bring him back? Please?” Avery did not recognize his own voice. “Please?” he asked again.
Fabian frowned. “Avery…” he said, not angry but more than a little disapprovingly. His expression was one of…concern? “Go back to your room. Play with your toys. Read your books. Forget about the baby.” Really, the last thing Fabian wanted was for the boy to forget about the baby. He wanted him in the labyrinth. If the boy did not solve the labyrinth in the allotted thirteen hours the baby would be turned into a goblin and the boy would be doomed to stay in the labyrinth forever. It would give Fabian plenty of time to make the boy fall in love with him. But on the other hand if the boy solved the labyrinth, he would be forced to let the baby go and, unless Avery fell in love with him before then, the boy too. But there was an alternative to the labyrinth: the dream crystal. If the boy took the dream crystal he would become hypnotized by the images inside it, by his own dreams. Fabian could insert himself into those dreams and make the boy fall in love with him.
“No. I can’t!” Even though there was nothing he wanted more. “Don’t you see that I can’t?”
Thunder rumbled and Fabian raised his left arm. He made a strange gesture, a sort of circular half wave, half ‘come here’ gesture. A crystal orb appeared in his hand. “I’ve brought you…” He presented the orb to Avery. “…a gift.”
A gift. Avery could not remember the last time someone gave him a gift that was not for Christmas or his birthday. He reached out his right hand to take it them pulled back. How did he know he could trust this man…er…Goblin King? “What is it?” he asked instead of taking it like he wanted so badly to.
Fabian shrugged as if it were nothing. “A crystal,” he explained. “Nothing more. But if you turn it this way-“ he demonstrated by rolling it back and forth across his hands in a way that should not have been possible “-and look into it, it will show you your dreams.”
Avery’s eyes widened and his lips parted involuntarily. His dreams… Acting… His own television show… The drama… The fame… Everyone loving and appreciating him… And someone special, a special boy whom he would love and who would love him more than anyone else. That was what he wanted most of all. As long as he had someone he loved, someone who loved him, he thought maybe he could live without the fame and the television show. His right hand came up to reach for the crystal again.
With a teasing smile Fabian withdrew the crystal orb. He watched the boy as he rolled it around in his hands again. “But this is not a gift for an ordinary boy who takes care of a screaming baby.” His voice was quieter now, more seductive. “Do you want it, Avery?” He held it out toward the boy again.
This time Avery managed to control the impulse to reach out and take the crystal.
But Fabian could still see that he longed to reach out and touch it, to take it, to see his dreams made reality. “Then forget about the baby,” He twirled the crystal orb around and around in his fingers.
Avery was ambivalent. The Goblin King was so seductive. The gift was so perfect. It was as if Fabian knew him, knew about his desire to be famous, knew about his desire to love and be loved in return. And it was not even as if he wanted something in return that Avery was hesitant to give. He would only have to give up his responsibility for a horrible selfish spoiled offensive baby. But that baby was his sister. Avery squeezed his eyes shut to get the sight of that crystal orb out of his mind and swallowed hard. He did not recognize the voice that came out as his own. “I…I can’t,” he murmured sorrowfully. “It’s not that I don’t appreciate what you’re trying to do for me but I want my sister back. Please. She must be so scared.” Avery opened his eyes again and looked at the Goblin King.
Fabian tossed his head, shaking his blonde hair out of his eyes. He had lost patience with the beautiful boy. “Don’t defy me, Avery!” he ordered. He tossed the crystal orb at the boy.
As Avery caught the orb it became a live snake. He dropped it quickly. Snakes were another one of his biggest fears. It seemed he was afraid of everything. When it hit the floor it became a multicolored scarf. One of the little fur ball things he thought she had seen earlier appeared out of nowhere to grab it and scurry off. He gasped in horror.
“You are no match for me, Avery,” the Goblin King warned impatiently. “Let me have the baby. Take the gift. This is your last chance.”
“I must have my sister back,” Avery persisted. He was oh so close to taking the crystal orb the Goblin King offered and running. “Where is she?”
“There.” Fabian moved so suddenly it was as if he was suddenly just standing beside Avery. He pointed toward the French doors he had entered through.
Avery’s back yard had disappeared. In its place was a barren desert landscape populated by one sickly looking tree with a clock in it whose hands both pointed to the thirteen at the top center where the twelve should be. He moved past the Goblin King and looked out the door. Beyond the hilltop with the tree there was only blackness but he thought he could just make out the shape of a castle in the distance.