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Power	By : Lily-Beth_Bluebell Category: G through L > Labyrinth Views: 4100 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Labyrinth, and I make no profit from writing this. It is purely a work of fiction.

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(A/N): This story came about when I was incredibly bored at work one day. Sundays are definitely the slowest days. Anyhoo, prepare for a rather fast-paced and short story :3
Sarah Williams was always in trouble. For the past four years, trouble seemed to follow her as if it was a physical manifestation stalking her every waking - and sleeping - moment. Birthdays were the worst. On her sixteenth, the candles of the cake set the entire hall on fire, rendering it completely unusable to the public. As a result, the Williams family had been fined an unspeakable amount of money to pay for its rebuilding. Sarah hardly thought that this was fair. She had almost died in that fire. The only reason she'd gotten out was because of some stupid hallucination. Or at least that was what the doctors had told her it was. She knew better. After all, her experiences in the Labyrinth meant she would never again see owls in the same light.
The doctors told her that it would be perfectly normal for her not to remember anything about the fire, and so everyone was surprised when she could remember. First of all, the curtain caught fire. Then, the whole thing had escalated dramatically. It seemed that within mere seconds, everything was burning. Thick black smoke had blinded her. She had been able to hear people screaming for her, but the smoke had blinded her completely and cut off her ability to shout back. It was then that the barn owl had appeared. It had landed inches from her face and stared pointedly at her, jerking its head. She had shaken her own.
"I can't get up," she had choked. "I can't breathe."
It had flapped its wings angrily at her, clicking its beak. Its message had been clear: 'If you do not get up right now, I will kill you.' So, she had struggled up. On her shaky legs, she had hurried through the dark smoke and fire in pursuit of the owl. It had led her to a window, then landed on top of a wooden stool, gazing at her then a fire extinguisher pointedly.
Without a second thought, Sarah had yanked the red metal canister off the wall and shattered the window with it. The owl had flown out of the window, and she had followed, falling only a little way. People had been shocked to find she was even still alive after the amount of time she'd spent within the toxic smoke. She had been hospitalized with a few cuts due to the broken glass, a broken ankle due to her fall, and very minor damage to her windpipe due to smoke inhalation. They'd all told her she was lucky to be alive. Her first night in the hospital, the same barn owl had perched itself in a tree just outside the window, watching her. It was gone by the time she'd awoken.
She'd recovered within a week. The only things she had to show for the incident at all were a couple of scars. One small one along her jaw from the broken glass, and a minor burn scar on her right arm. It was hardly noticeable though.
Her seventeenth birthday had not been much of an improvement. She'd tumbled down three flights of stairs on her way back to the parking lot in an apartment building. Having broken several bones, including her leg, arm, and wrist, she'd been unable to move, or even call for help. Thankfully for her, the not-so-mysterious barn owl had chosen to reappear, flying towards her in the night. It has flown through the open window to land next to her, bending itself slightly so that it was nibbling gently on one of her fingers. At the time, and afterwards, she had been perfectly aware of who the barn owl really was. But she had chosen not to address him as such. It had approached her head and rubbed its face against hers, hooting softly. Then, it had flown away.
Even now, she failed to understand why he had not just transformed and helped her himself. Instead, he'd flown off to attract attention. An annoyed passer-by had angrily stormed after the owl to discover Sarah lying in a broken heap at the bottom of the stairs. The owl had remained in the background as the man had called an ambulance for her. Then, it had followed her to the hospital where it had stayed outside of her window once again. After her family had arrived, it had flown off.
When her eighteenth birthday had come around, she'd decided not to celebrate it at all, lest she should break anything else or perhaps even get herself killed. A spur of the moment decision had had her going out long after dark to the twenty-four hour mini-mart not far from the house. She'd craved something savory after all the sweets Karen had prepared for her. On her journey there, she'd encountered a man she'd initially thought drunk. But he had been very much sober.
Even after he'd drawn the knife, she had fought with him. She'd gotten in a few good punches, as had he, but ultimately, he had been far stronger. Once he'd gotten her on the ground, he's wasted no time in straddling her so that she could not escape. Her luck had been in, though. Before he'd managed to even lay another finger on her, the barn owl had swooped in, talons at the ready. The claws had torn several deep and messy gashes up her attacker's face, and blood had poured down his face in waves. Sarah had been able to push herself out from under him and to her feet. The owl, talons dripping with blood and what was probably a bit of his nose, had flown over her as she'd made her way home. It had stayed in the tree for a further two nights before disappearing again.
On her nineteenth birthday, she'd decided not to even leave her house. This had kept her safe enough. At least she'd made it through the night without breaking anything, bones or otherwise. Now that her twentieth was approaching, she had hoped to be able to stay at home. The Fates, it seemed, had other ideas. She was to be working the nightshift with another girl - Carrie, Sarah thought her name was. She did not know as she was not particularly fond of the girl.
It really did seem to set up the perfect excuse for her birthday curse to flare up again. She could hardly wait...
Quick chapter to set things up. But then again, this is going to be a relatively short story. Review :3
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