A/N: And now I introduce you to the edit of the very first fanfiction that I have ever created! DUN DUN DUN. The first version was so terrible, it was actually comical. If you'd like to compare, it's still up on under Darksiders Alice Madness Returns crossovers. I posted this one here to see which people would like more. So, Leave a review if you'd like, it helps me out a lot! Thanks guys! ^_^

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"Sometimes the curiosity can kill the soul but leave the pain,
and every ounce of innocence is left inside her brain.
And through the Looking Glass we see she's painfully returned,
But now off with her head is everyone's concern.

You see there's no real ending,
It's only the beginning,
So come out and play…"

-Her name is Alice, Shinedown

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My eyes were locked onto the bleach white ceiling of my broken reality. Nothing was on my mind in particular. Just a few scattered thoughts as I switched in and out of consciousness. My mind was in pieces and I couldn't focus on anything. Though I remember feeling a sense of comfort, with no one to force information out of me to try and make me "forget".

But all I really wanted to do was forget, forget the hell that I've lived in for so damn long...

"Alice?" I heard one of my nurses voice come from the door of my room. "Come, dear. Doctor Bumby is ready for you."

I nodded, getting out of my bunk. I headed down the hall into Bumby's office. "Alice, always a pleasure. Sit down," He said, gesturing me to the wooden chair next to his desk. I was staring intently at the candle that was sitting on his desk next to a dark red booklet. He saw me staring at it and quickly blew it out. As soon as I sat down, he started asking me about anything new lately.

"No." I replied blankly.

"Alright," He replied. "Let's try something new today, shall we?" I didn't answer. I saw Bumby dig into his pocket for an old, rusty key. It looked strangely familiar, but I knew that I've never seen it before. He took it out and started to swing it in front of me. I began to zone out of reality and into a nightmare.

I watched as the key doubled, then tripled, and so on. Everything else but the hundreds of keys went black. "Come now Alice, it's only a dream." I heard Bumby say as the visions keep running throughout my mind.

I tried to reply calmly. "I-it's not a dream, it's a memory… and it makes me sick!"

He ignored my outburst. "Now, focus. Wait… You're floating again. Weightless, a cipher… relax…" He said slowly and soothingly. As soon as he finished his sentence, I saw Cards fighting throughout the land, flames rising and rising.

"Fire… I-I'm in hell!" I panicked. Bumby was doing his best to keep me calm while I saw the Queen of Hearts, looking back at me with a vicious half- smile.

"Forget it!" He ordered. Abandon that memory. It's unproductive. Go… to Wonderland."

"I can't. I…I'm trapped… In my past…" My voice cracked with every word. Some of my memories began to come back, but Bumby forced me not to think about it.

"No, Alice! Discard that delusion! Forget it. Go to Wonderland."

"I'd rather not Doctor. My Wonderland's shattered… I-It's dead to me."

"Your preference does not signify, girl. Now, Alice. Where are you?" I then saw myself on a boat in a river with the White Rabbit. We both had tea in our hands, smiles on our faces, and I looked generally happy.

"I'm sailing," I described it to Bumby. "with a friend. Hmmm, it's different somehow. Things have changed."

"Change is good. It's the first link in the chain of forgetting." He said. I suddenly saw Rabbit beginning to twitch rapidly.

"W-what's happening? Are you mad?" I questioned.

"I'm not mad." Bumby told me.

"Rabbit…?"

"That's not right, what's he doing there?" The rabbit began to twitch more and more until blood began pouring out of his mouth. My eyes widened slightly.

"Is something wrong?!" I asked, becoming more and more desperate for an answer.

"Something wrong? R-r-r-rather…" Rabbit finally spoke and when he did, his eye popped out of its socket and then began to malfunction, like a machine. Finally, his head came right off of his neck, and the decapitation sprayed me with a pool of blood. It came and came, the warm and dense liquid running down my arms and legs.

"Oh no," I choked out. "Not this…." Finally the White Rabbit's blood turned thicker and blacker on my pale skin, and the water we were sailing on turned into the sticky substance as well.

"Don't struggle, Alice. Let the new Wonderland emerge." Bumby said in a calm voice. I began to see arms emerge out of the murky water. They were dolls arms, and the decapitated heads came with them in blobs of oil that came out of the thick water. I was completely terrified as my face began to disintegrate under the hot oil. I felt my cheek bones beginning to pop out.

"Pollution! Corruption! It's killing me… W-Wonderland is destroyed… My mind is in ruins!" I screamed- unsure if the message was for Bumby or myself- as the dolls hands grabbed me out of the boat and under the tar.

"Forget it Alice!" Bumby said, clearly getting frustrated. "Block that dream! Wake at the sound."

The nightmare ended. I was back into Bumby's office, sitting back in the wooden chair trying to soak up all of the information that I just endured.

"There Alice. Better now aren't we?" Bumby walked over and looked out the window as I leaned forward, burring my face into my hands.

"My head's exploded and there is a steam hammer in my chest…" I snapped.

"Yes, well, the cost of forgetting is high."

"My memories make me vomit. What can I-?"

"Remember. Other. Things." He distinctively separated each word.

"I want to forget! Who would choose to be alone, imprisoned by their broken memories?!"

"I'll set you free, Alice. Memory is a curse more often than a blessing."

"So you have said, many times, and-"

"-And I will say again. The past must be paid for… now. Before our next session, collect those pills from our high street chemist." He told me, gesturing me to leave the room. I stood up slowly and as I opened the door to leave, I saw a little boy enter.

"It's my turn to forget, Alice!" The boy chirped.

"Now, Charlie," Bumby said to the little boy as he walked over to the doctor. I looked at him with sadness in my eyes as Bumby explained, "Your Pa was hung for killing your Ma who beat you. Let's forget that, shall we? The past… is dead, Charlie…"

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I walked down the steps of the asylum, listening to the other children laugh at me. Saying things like, "Ten years in the Looney bin. No ma, no relations, she's an orphan." Or, "Mad as a hatter, without the charm…"

I ran out the door and was greeted with the busy streets of London. People were talking on the streets, construction was being done. As soon as I passed a butchers stand with a man ripping the head off a pig, I looked in front of me and saw a scrawny white cat looking around for scraps of food.

"Hello puss." I greeted the cat as I slowly took a few steps forward, trying not to scare it off. "Puss, puss, puss, puss! Don't be afraid." It ran from me, so I decided to follow it down into an alley. "'Seems following furry creatures into dark holes has become a habit. I hope it's not a vice." I quietly said to myself. Then the cat went through a tunnel, and then from there I lost the cat. I was alone, and I began to hear something like a clicking noise. Click. Click.

I turned back, and I saw a man. Not really a man, more of an it. With the body of a human and the face of a deranged, rotting, green rabbit, it moved towards me. Click. Click. Click. Its eyes were the color of the sun and the iris' were absent. It was bald and wore an old ripped leather jacket. I began to back away from the vile creature, and then I bumped into another that looked just like the first. One by one, more appeared. They crept closer and closer and soon one of them put his bony hand on my shoulder.

Click.

I turned and I saw an older lady with a profound nose and small glasses that rested on it. "My stars and garters, Alice Liddell! Slumming again, are we?" She said with a cheery, yet equally terrifyingly sweet voice.

"Nurse Witless," I began. "What luck… twice in as many months."

"Out on your own. You look frazzled dear… not doing well?"

"…not really." I replied.

"Come along home, then, and look at my pigeons. Pretty birds, like you."

"I don't think so... our last visit cost me several pounds and got me nowhere."

"I might recall where your mangy rabbit got to." Nurse Witless told me, referring to my favorite stuffed animal from my childhood. This definitely persuaded me. I decided to go back to her house with her, meeting her on her rooftop. From up here, London looked more damaged then my mind. The sky was dull and gray, smoke coming out of every single chimney from peoples' fireplaces. The pollution caked the sky as did the oxygen. I slowly walked over to Nurse Witless with my eyes on the town and began to question her.

"Nurse Witless, do you mean to harm me? To send me back to the asylum?"

"I won't say no… I've a thirst you could photograph…" I didn't reply, only raised an eyebrow. "Need a drink…" She said, her voice getting strangely deep. She turned around and then spoke again. "More than my whistle needs whetting." I saw wings break out of her back, and she turned around. Her face was a pale pink, she was bald- now looking more like the strange creatures I encountered earlier- and her hands became claws that lunged towards me. I began to back up, and I heard the ground I stood on crack. Finally, with a finishing snap, the rooftop collapsed.

I fell into a blue abyss, seeing gears and clocks pass me by as I fell. Then it began to darken, with dolls heads in sticky oil as I saw in my dream. But right before I lost my sight of this hole I was falling into, I saw a man falling next to me. I couldn't make out any of his features besides the bright eyes that seemed to be stirring with magma and fire.