One time I was on DeviantArt and I came across a piece by nancy-freaking-drew, known as TheObsessor11294 on Fanfiction and YouTube. "WonderShock" allowed for this story to come to fruition within my mind. With the right weapons and plasmids, Alice would do very well in Rapture before, during, and after the Civil War. After everything she's been through in Wonderland, her mind is well-prepared for the horrendous depravity created by Ryan and Fontaine.You can view my inspiration for this on DeviantArt. An excellent piece of fan art for this would be the poster for Burial at Sea Episode 2 with Alice instead of Elizabeth. As Scorpiofreak and I agree, there are a lot of parallels between Alice and Elizabeth. Let's just hope Alice doesn't meet the same fate. With nothing more to say, I present Chapter 1 of "WonderShock!"

(Re-edited as of 6/14/2016)

WonderShock

Chapter 1: Alice in Rapture

November 16, 1958.

"Ah, Alice, we can't go home again. No surprise, really. Only a very few have found the way; and most of them don't recognize it when they do. Delusions, too, die hard. Only the savage regard the endurance of pain as the measure of worth. Forgetting pain is convenient. Remembering it, agonizing. But recovering the truth is worth the suffering. And our Wonderland, though damaged, is safe in memory… for now."

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After listening to Cheshire's speech and wandering through this strange combination of the real world and her beloved Wonderland, Alice finally laid down for a rest in the odd mish mash of her neighborhood and the Vale of Tears. She was exhausted. Within the past few days (or was it hours? Years?), she had once again defeated her madness and now solved the mystery of the fire and her family's deaths. After all this time, it had been Dr. Angus Bumby, one of the most respected figures in the city and the man to whom Alice had bared her soul, who had been responsible for everything that she had been forced to endure. The fire, the burns, her insanity, Rutledge, and the close return of her madness. The man had nearly destroyed her and Wonderland twice, and his body had just been pulverized by a public transit vehicle. So ironic, he had been killed by the real version of her mental construct of his corruption.

She had gone to the station with just the intent of telling him exactly what she knew and what she thought of him before going to the authorities. Smiling, he had told her that no one would believe her. He also hinted that if anyone did, they wouldn't care. When she had grabbed Lizzie's key from him, she had suddenly been absolutely filled a combination with rage, fear, and despair. Turning around, she had pushed him right onto the tracks. She didn'='t feel one iota of guilt about any of it.

She couldn't help but wonder: 'What would happen now?'

The orphanage would be sure to be shut down and who knew what would happen to its occupants? Alice had heard about children disappearing around the city, especially little girls. How many partners in his depraved business did Bumby have? Was he the mastermind, or merely a supplier to a much larger monster?

Alice shivered and felt her brain begin to go fuzzy. She hadn't truly rested in…she didn't know how long. As she leaned against the wall of the Duchess's kitchen, Alice sleepily decided she would think about it all after some rest.

It was hours later when she woke up to the sounds of people talking and passing by along with a much more melodious song. She squinted past the lights to spy a whale floating past the glass roof of Pauper's Drop. The city was back to its normal look.

Alice sighed. "Good morning, Rapture; city without God or king, just man."

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November 17, 1958

The Liddell family had come to Rapture in 1946. Their old home had been destroyed in the London Blitz and her father's job as the Dean of Oxford University hadn't been going well. One day, in late 1945, a man by the name of Andrew Ryan had knocked on the door of her aunt's home in London. Her father took Ryan to his study and closed the doors behind them, something which he only did when discussing matters of great importance. He was thoughtful the rest of the evening and so was her mother the next day. It was soon afterwards that they announced that the family would be moving to a new city soon, one that would have need of a university for its young people.

Alice didn't remember much from that time; she had only been six years old. She remembered being excited that they were moving to a new place, where her father could work without troublesome peers to answer to. The only reason that neither she nor Lizzie had told anyone of their move was that they had been absolutely forbidden to. The city was to be a secret one. Alice had wondered how any city could be a secret when there would be so many people in it.

In November 1946, she had gotten her answer in the form of a solitary lighthouse in the northern Atlantic off the coast from Iceland. The trip there had been in Mr. Ryan's private plane and boats along with quite a few people. Inside the lighthouse, they were greeted by an imposing statue of Mr. Ryan and a crimson banner that proclaimed in gold letters: "No gods or kings. Only Man." They had entered the "bathysphere" with a few others and descended into the depths of the ocean. A video clip "From the Desk of Ryan" had begun to play then. Alice had wondered why London hadn't been mentioned, and why Mr. Ryan was so interested in sweat.

When the screen had moved aside, Alice's mouth had dropped open. There, under the sea with the whales, the squids, and all the other mysterious sea creatures, was a city that looked like photographs of New York in America. The lights from the tall skyscrapers (or "surfacescrapers") glowed blue-green in the seawater, illuminating the fantastic shapes of the passing sea life. Lizzie had been told just before the trip where they were really going to, but their parents had decided to leave it a surprise for Alice. And surprised she had been.

"Lizzie, look!" Alice said excitedly. "It's just like Wonderland!"

Lizzie and her mother and father smiled at her amongst the odd looks she received from the other passengers. "Yes Alice," Lizzie agreed. "An underwater city would fit inside Wonderland perfectly."

Alice's younger self had decided that she would imagine one up the next time she visited, and that was how the fish-inhabited town of Barrel Bottom had come to exist under Wonderland's waves. She had danced to the tune of the Lobster Quadrille for the first time there in between the buildings made of sunken ships.

The only people that Alice had ever told about Wonderland was her parents, Lizzie, and Nanny, who would be arriving shortly. Alice had bad experiences with other children who hadn't liked her because of her quiet, thoughtful demeanor and huge eyes. They had considered her to be a freak, and so she hadn't opened up to anyone outside of her family prior to living in Rapture.

They had spent a few hours in Rapture's welcome center waiting for Nanny. After lunch in the Kashmir Restaurant and a movie in the Footlight Theater, she had arrived and they went to their new home in Mercury Suites. It was one of the nicer places to live in Rapture, and her father had just enough money from the trip left over to afford it. Arthur Liddell's position as the future Dean of Rapture University benefitted him and his family from the beginning.

They had been happy. They had a new home, a new city, and a future ahead of them. Every day, Rapture became more and more the Wonderland that it was promised that it would be. Luxuries were available at the markets that never would have made it to London, and technologies that none of them had ever imagined possible were commonplace. The wonders that Rapture presented, both that of nature outside and of man inside, served to challenge even Alice's vivid imagination.

Compared to her parents and Lizzie, Alice didn't have many friends outside of Wonderland, except for one. His name had been Aster Bunnymund. He was an Australian boy a few years older than Lizzie, with forest green eyes and a pair of buck teeth that gave him a roguish charm. His business/home was located in the Farmer's Market in Arcadia, which was appropriate considering he ran a small indoor chicken farm. Eggs weren't that common in Rapture, and he ran a good business. What he kept a secret was that on Easter he would go hide colored eggs for free in Arcadia, creating impromptu Easter egg hunts in the process. That had been how he and Alice had meet. Oddly, she had seen past his taciturn and grumpy exterior to the person he was on the inside.

She had trusted him enough that she had told him all about Wonderland. When he had listened intently to her describe it and didn't make fun of her imaginary friends, he truly earned her friendship right then and there. The other members of the Liddell family had begun to like him as well, and when they weren't conversing at the Market, they would be buying his eggs at the special discount that Aster reserved for his friends.

Alice remembered that one of the things that she had loved to do with her father was to find a good-sized window to the ocean and take photographs of the passing marine life. Her father always had a love for photography (along with new types of transportation), and the pictures he developed would have been impossible anywhere else. Alice and Lizzie often went with him; Lizzie to explore and to meet new people, and Alice to stare at the passing fish and other creatures. The cost of regaining these happy memories had been high and painful, but more than worth it.

Even though the campus for the "Rapture University of the Arts and Sciences" was still in the making, the professors and instructors taught classes in their homes to anyone who was interested (for a price of course). These "students" were a varied lot, from all walks of life and countries, with new ideas and innovations to flood all of Rapture. Her father invited quite a few of them into their home for tea, asking about their lives, their interests, and their dreams. He honestly cared about them as people, not as a source of revenue. Lizzie hadn't cared for any of them on account of their kissing up to her father and flirting with her. There had been one though, who Lizzie, and later Alice, had come to abhor.

That one was a tall, bespectacled young man from England, Angus Bumby, who was quite eager to study the field of psychology. His main focus was the effect of memory upon the personality and the brain. Lizzie hadn't liked him from the start. She didn't care for the other "toadies". But Bumby she disliked with a passion, which didn't help with the fact that he was infatuated and obsessed with her.

It started out alright, but the more and more Lizzie refused him, the more persistent he became. From what Lizzie told Alice, he had begun stalking her and doing his best to corner her in private. She had even caught him spying on her while swimming at Adonis. Another such incident had been when he had followed her into the ladies room at the Atlantic Express and she had to call for an attendant for help. She had asked her father not to invite him for any more tea, though she only gave a tamer version for why. She confessed to Alice that Bumby made her feel dirty and she didn't want Mama or Papa to know about any of it.

Nearly a year after they moved to Rapture, it happened. Alice remembered how she had been awoken by something in the night, only to fall asleep again. The Hatter's tea party had been interrupted by the smell of smoke, which caused her friends to wake her up. The only reason she had survived was because Diana had crawled up a ventilation shaft, showing Alice the way out.

That didn't prevent Alice from getting badly burnt. Her hands and most of her arms were burnt from opening her door, and the walls of the ventilation shaft conducted the fire's heat very well. She had been in agony crawling through the shaft on her hands and knees, forced to choose between continuing on the searing metal or certain death. She had crawled out into their floor's hallway and watched as the flames consumed her home and family. It was ironic in the most horrid form of the word; they lived in a city at the bottom of the ocean and her family had perished in a fire.

Along with burns, she developed severe mental problems. She was shaken terribly by the fire, and as a result, she became catatonic through a destructive combination of trauma and survivor's guilt. After recovering from her burns thanks to the miracle of Rapture medicine, she had been sent to the Rutledge Private Clinic and Asylum in the Medical Pavilion. The Liddell's solicitor both in London and in Rapture, Wilton J. Radcliffe, sponsored her stay in Rutledge, hoping to get part of her inheritance once she recovered her mental faculties, no doubt to sate his liking for antiques from the Far East, a rare commodity in Rapture even with his extensive collection.

After ten years, ten long years in which almost none of the treatments that Dr. Heironymous Q. Wilson prescribed even came close to affecting her, Alice recovered miraculously in 1957. Starting in 1956, she had slowly come back. Dr. Wilson couldn't figure out if she had healed on her own or if the ADAM treatments from 1953 had finally kicked in. Whatever the cause, Alice Liddell had returned to the land of the living and the sane once again.

For Alice, the cause of her return to sanity was another journey through Wonderland, but it wasn't the childhood retreat it had been. Her beautiful little dream world had been transformed into a hellish nightmare realm. The Red Queen, originally a symbol of Lizzie's perceived tyranny, had become a monster in every sense of the word. Her tentacles had grown throughout the land like a cancerous growth, marking it as her own. The landscape became a twisted caricature of what it once was, inhabited by deranged monsters and their unfortunate victims. Some of Alice's dearest friends had become enemies, others had been killed.

It was only after a bloody battle in the Red Kingdom and Alice's defeat of the Red Queen that Wonderland, and Alice, were saved from destruction. Alice had smiled upon her resurrected friends and restored dream world before coming out of her decade-long catatonia to face the world she had left for so long.

Returning to sanity was almost as painful as leaving it. For an entire decade, she had laid helpless in her cell. Her body had grown from an eight-year-old girl's to that of a young woman of eighteen. She had always been mature for her age, so she had adjusted quickly though painfully on an intellectual level. The emotional toll had hit her just as hard. Waking up only enabled her to remember the fire and her family's deaths. Sobbing was something she did often in the days after her recovery.

Thanks to one of Rutledge's former employees, Nurse Priscilla "Pris" Witless (a name that her enemies loved), Alice was able to get a job as a maid at the Houndsditch Home for Traumatized Youth. There she was employed, housed, and able to get mental help from the proprietor, Dr. Angus Bumby. The Rapture University had gone ahead without her father, and Bumby was one of its first graduates with a Doctorate in Psychology. He was one of the city's most respected scientists and social architects, even though he had most of his business interests based in Pauper's Drop. He had claimed that it was easier to find and diagnosis potential patients in such a slum as the Drop was.

Alice's memories of life before the fire were locked away within her psyche, little things and secrets that held the truth. Bumby was an absolute stranger to her when they met in his office for the job interview. There was a lot of pressure on her to be productive. Andrew Ryan's hatred of the "parasite" had filtered down into the mainstream Rapture culture, which indirectly earned her a bad name. She had spent ten years in a mental hospital draining Radcliffe's bank account when it turned out that her inheritance wasn't really worth as much as he had originally thought. The debts that Mr. Liddell owed drained it a bit, and Radcliffe hadn't been happy about the situation. Earning her keep in the capitalist-based society was a must.

Things had changed in Rapture in both her lost decade and the last year. The rich were getting richer and the poor were getting poorer. As Rapture made the transition into 1958 and was now approaching 1959, it began transforming far more quickly than anyone would have liked. Andrew Ryan had absorbed Fontaine Futuristics into his own company Ryan Industries after exposing Frank Fontaine as a smuggler and killing him, receiving the monopoly on the plasmid business.

There was also this "ADAM", and if Witless's addiction, which had earned her the sack from Rutledge, wasn't a strong warning against it, nothing was. Alice had worried initially that she might develop something from the ADAM treatments she had received at Rutledge, but nothing had come of it (yet). That didn't stop some people from becoming ADAM addicts, or "splicers". There was also the "Big Daddies" and the "Little Sisters", both of which Alice thought to another prime example of man's inhumanity to man. A political reformer, "Atlas", and his followers had been imprisoned in Fontaine's Department Store, which had been sank right off a cliff onto the ocean floor. Alice thought the situation as a whole didn't look promising for Ryan. One thing she had learned from the Red Queen was that tyranny only got one so far before it came back to bite one's rear.

Nan Sharpe had been forced to leave the occupation of nanny for a more risqué job. The demand for nannies in Rapture had been low when she had arrived and it hadn't improved with time. Low demand coupled with low supply didn't bode well for that profession, and the fire that had killed her former employers didn't help her prospects at all.

With no other options, she had finally taken up the "world's oldest profession" and risen to become the owner of "The Mangled Mermaid" in the Mason's Quarter, which was starting to go by another, more suggestive name: Siren Alley. Alice cared deeply for her former nanny, but whenever she had suggested that Alice should join the Mermaid's payroll, the answer was always a quiet "no" or an excuse that Alice cooked up on the spot. Now that Jack Splatter had burned the Mermaid down, Nan would likely have to beg one of her former competitors for employment. Eve's Garden in Fort Frolic was probably the best chance that she had for employment. She definitely wasn't going to find it at the Mermaid Lounge; the contention between her and the owner of that establishment was too great, all because people had begun to associate his lounge with her brothel.

It wasn't until a few hours ago that Alice remembered anything about Aster Bunnymund. She supposed that was because she hadn't known him that long, therefore there weren't as many memories of him, nor was he as deeply imprinted in her mind as her family had been. Alice realized that nobody had said anything about him since she had recovered. Where was her Australian friend, and why hadn't anybody mentioned him? This was something that she was going to have to investigate.

'I have no intention of losing any more of my loved ones through inaction.' she thought to herself.

Alice got to her feet and looked up. She had fallen asleep against the Fishbowl Diner, a rather shabby establishment, though the crab cakes and chowder were certainly tasty. She noticed quite a few people walking towards the spot where she had pushed Bumby to his death, craning their necks and gawking straight forward as though to catch a glimpse of something sensational, and hurried her own gait. She had better things than to get caught for murder, though he had certainly deserved it, that oozing sore of depravity.

Another year had gone by at Houndsditch. Alice remembered as she had continued her therapy sessions with Bumby, her nightmares had gotten progressively worse and worse along with her hallucinations, which consisted of both warped faces that had once been friendly and the new ones that had only hatred towards her. To make it worse, the memories of her family, the good times she had wanted to keep had been starting to vanish along with those of the fire. All this time, Bumby had been poisoning her mind, causing her to create the Ruin, the Dollmaker, and the Infernal Train that tore Wonderland and its inhabitants apart, an evil that outstripped the Queen's in its foreign, destructive, and repulsive nature.

Her new journey involved traveling throughout Wonderland unraveling the mystery of her fraying mind. Learning the cause and gathering her forgotten memories helped her to realize the truth: Dr. Angus Bumby, her employer and trusted mentor, had murdered her family because Lizzie had wanted nothing to do with him, and he couldn't just leave her alone. She had confronted him at the Atlantic Express and threatened to expose him to Rapture Security for what he had done. She remembered all too well his parting words to her.

"You monstrous creature…Such evil will be punished."

"By whom? By what? Psychotic, silly bitch. Even if you can prove that I'm trafficking children, nobody will care. This is Rapture, Alice; Ryan built this city so that a man could enjoy the sweat of his brow. At the worst, people may know my real profession, but all you'll really accomplish is to finally earn the moniker 'parasite' along with 'lunatic'. Your madness will be punished. Now leave. I'm expecting your replacement."

Her fury and despair at his words was only matched by the discovery that the key he used for hypnosis was the exact same key to her sister's room. She had walked forward, grabbed it from his hand, and turned away. As she did, something happened in her brain. It felt like someone had opened the floodgates to some kind of dam, flooding her with power. She had turned back to face him, hardly noting the look of incredulity he wore and only briefly aware that she was wearing her blue Wonderland dress. She had walked up to him and pushed him as hard as she could. He had gone sprawling off the platform into the water below. She learned a fatal fact about the creep right then: He couldn't swim. As he floundered in the water, the Atlantic Express had pulled into the station, dripping wet. She had hurried away from the scene, but not before she had heard both his scream and a wet, squishing crunch. The water had been stained red with his filthy blood.

In hindsight, it wasn't the smartest way she could have whacked him. She was lucky that the stationmaster had been on break, that no one had been looking out the windows of the amphibious train, and that no one else had been on the platform. Murder wasn't punishable by capital punishment in Rapture (though smuggling was), but Alice didn't want Rapture Security keeping tabs on her. She also didn't want any business associates of Bumby's coming after her or Nanny.

Alice couldn't help but look around in a paranoid manner as she continued on her way. She noticed the odd looks she was getting. Did they know, suspect? Or where these just the looks she got on a normal basis and she was now just noticing because her mind was now functioning as it should? Alice forced herself to a normal pace and to look straight ahead like she typically did.

'As soon as I get back to Houndsditch, I'm going to take a peek through Bumby's office and see if I can't find anything. If Rapture Security can't or won't help for fear of treading on Ryan's precious ideals, then I'm on my own. With any luck, Bumby kept his business partners to a minimum, or the cream of Rapture's rotten crop weren't involved.'

Alice came up on the Houndsditch Home for Traumatized Youth. She had used to look upon it as a refuge and something of a home. But now, she just saw the place where Bumby had destroyed so many young lives and where he had tried to destroy her mind. It wasn't the most charming place, not by a mile. Its rare, sea-silt brick walls, even rarer iron fence, and more recent construction made it stand out from the rest of the neighborhood, despite the fact that it only needed a few months of neglect to bring it down to the same degradation that its neighbors suffered. Alice couldn't help but shudder as she walked up to the door and rang the buzzer. The first chance she got she was moving out. That would at least be expedited by the discovery that Bumby was dead.

The door was answered by Helen, the other maid employed at Houndsditch. She was a tall girl, with a narrow face and equally narrow nose. She could be overbearing at times, but she could be comforting when she needed to be, especially to the children. "Alice, where in Rapture have you been? It's been almost two days since you left for the chemist's. I was worried sick. And now the doctor hasn't come back. Honestly, I deserve a day at Adonis…."

Two days, that was all it had been? Two days, during which she had nearly lost her mind again, during which she had explored the breadth of Wonderland and probably Rapture, during which she solved the mystery of her family's deaths and brought justice to the perpetrator? It felt like two lifetimes ago.

Alice was so deep in thought she just missed a question that Helen just asked. "My apologies Helen, I'm not feeling very well and my mind wandered. What was your question?"

Helen snorted. "Your mind's wandering alright. Where have you been this whole time?"

Alice gave her a look. "Helen, I suffered a relapse when I went out," she began. "For the past two days, I've traveled from Pauper's Drop to the Mason's Quarter to Neptune's Bounty to Arcadia and back here again. I have no idea of my exact path was while in the throes of my hallucinations, and frankly, I don't wish to know. I believe I've actually made some progress in my recovery, far more than Bumby's treatments have been. Now, may I please come in?"

Helen studied her for a moment before stepping to one side. "I hope for your sake that the doctor won't be angry about the pills you were supposed to buy," she muttered.

"Thank you," Alice glared as she hurried inside. She glanced in a mirror in the hall as she walked by it. She certainly didn't look like someone who had just killed their own psychiatrist, though how would she know what one would look like? There she was, with that ridiculous black-and-white dress, the off-white waist belt, the poorly-made stockings about to come apart, and the water-damaged shoes. The only thing of value that she had on her was her Omega pendant; made of pure silver, it would fetch her a good price at a pawnshop or allow her to buy some of the pricier items at a Circus of Values, though she'd rather lose a hand than part with it.

What was different was herself: her emerald eyes seemed to have gained a glow that almost made them dance, and her cheeks glowed, giving her a subtle, healthy look that she hadn't seen in that mirror for months. It would appear that the healing of her mind had also improved her physical health, if only by a little. That would explain some of those looks she had received while on the way; the admiring kind.

"Breakfast will be ready soon," Helen told her as she walked past. "Plain oatmeal today."

"I'll be right there," Alice answered. Houndsditch oatmeal was a dish that one didn't look forward to. It tasted of fish when hot and could be used as sealing wax when cold. It was best to avoid it when possible, and she also wanted to be in private for a moment.

Alice made a beeline for her room, dodging the children who were in the hallways, either just getting out of bed or emerging from the loo.

"Alice, where you been?" "We thought you was dead." "Did you go crazy again, Alice?" "Alice, Ollie pinched me smalls again!" "Had a good time stumblin' 'round Rapture?" The questions came fast and thick as they began to crowd around her.

"Not now, I'll tell you all later," Alice huffed as the automatic door closed behind her. She sat down on her bed and held her head in her hands. Her room wasn't much: Just a small space with the same green, patterned wallpaper that covered the rest of Houndsditch's walls, the unmade, tousled bed that she theorized was made of coral, the book case full of Ryan-approved propaganda novels, the rare wood-carved wardrobe where she kept her nearly identical dresses, and the cheap rug on the floor. Take away all this "finery", the photograph of her family, and her poor drawings of Wonderland and its inhabitants, install padding on the walls and grimy tiles on the floor, and it became her cell at Rutledge. It wouldn't be her room for long, thank goodness.

Feeling something dig into her side, she reached into a side-pocket and brought out the key, Lizzie's key. It was a genetic key, meaning that the lock it was made for would open for that key, and only that key. Their father had enough cash to throw around that he had astrological symbols inscribed onto their bedroom keys. Lizzie's bore the sign of Venus, representing femininity and beauty, as well as love. It was a fitting symbol for her sister, even though she had never used the key itself. The idea that Bumby had been hoarding it as a keepsake or trophy, not to mention using it to put his victims into their trances, made the bile rise in her stomach.

Forcing the rising nausea back down, Alice looked down at the key in her hands. The memories of Arthur and Lorina Liddell and Lizzie Liddell played out her in her head: her father fuming on the indignity that taxidermy visited upon animals, her mother instructing her on her piano lessons, and Lizzie telling her that her heart was an open door, it had neither lock nor key. And for the first time since those first few days of awakening at Rutledge, she allowed herself to cry. Tears splashed down on her dress and on the key, the cloth absorbing the salty liquid while the metal merely glistened from it. Alice's shoulders shook while she silently cried, mourning over the tragedy that was the story of the Liddell family, over the good and beautiful thing that had been her and her family's lives.

When she had cried her tears, Alice carefully hid the key under her pillow. There were sure to be questions if someone saw her with the key Bumby used to hypnotize them with. And right now, questions were sure to be flying through the air at breakfast. She couldn't help but groan at the prospect. And when word came of Bumby's death….

"However am I supposed to answer those ones?" Alice groused. "'How did Dr. Bumby die, Alice?' 'Are Garcia and Dennis happy in their new homes?' If there's one thing that Wonderland didn't teach me, it was how to lie. Even if I told people the truth and was able to prove my accusations, it might not bring any posthumous rage down on Bumby, if those Little Sisters are any indication."

"The first signs of insanity often include talking to oneself, in addition to asking your surroundings questions which are easily answered. In this case though, it can be justified."

Slowly, Alice brought her head up and looked towards the foot of her bed, where the far too familiar voice originated. As soon as she caught sight of the intense, orange eyes and wide, blood-spattered grin, she whispered a single word, a name.

"Cheshire."

I would like to thank Scorpiofreak and TheObsessor11294 for their help in betareading and proofreading this fic. I really appreciate it.

Oh dear. What is Cheshire doing out in the real world? Has Alice finally lost it? Stay tuned for Chapter 2! If you liked this, please write a review or PM me. Feedback is part of what makes writing fanfiction so enjoyable. I would also like to hear any ideas for this.

As for my other fanfics, here's my new approach. X-Men: Light within Darkness, one chapter when time is available. Hysteria Unbound, one chapter when time is available. WonderShock, one chapter when time is available. Miscellaneous oneshot when time is available. Repeat. This writing alternation should keep my creative self occupied for the next few years. Happy reading and writing everyone!