I wrote this in high school, and I am now almost done being a sophomore in college. It's taken me that long to decide to post this. It's not because I don't like it or anything, I just don't know… Whatever, I'm posting it now! (Haha)
The title comes from two songs that I love; I combined them because it sums up everything the story has going on in it. (Sort of, anyway.)
I have the entire thing finished, so no long months spent waiting for me to put up more chapters this time. All eight chapters will be posted by the end of this weekend, hopefully.
And there is also a sequel in the works, though I only just started it up again recently…
Without further ado, I give you my first posted Alice in Wonderland fanfic!
Damaged People: The Last Waltz
Chapter One:
Desperate Fantasy
Alice found herself nodding off in the soft summer heat, watching the breeze blow the butterflies up to ever increasing heights. She was resting back on something solid, comforting. Looking up to see branches adorned with brilliant emerald leaves and flame-colored sunlight peeking through, Alice realized where she was. That tree- oh!- that tree! Sleeping on her older sister's lap she had entered the realm of Wonderland, never to be the same again. Pining away every second she had to be in the 'real' world, Alice wandered back through her childhood to end up at the spot she knew would answer her calls…
-†-
Lonely clockwork wound comfortingly around a shadowed figure at the heart of a monstrously complex contraption. The 'Mad' Hatter had long remained veiled in the depths of his thoughts, down in the slowing cold, a chill that postponed the ever-impending End of Days… The Hatter never came out of this tinkered house- his house, yes, it couldn't be denoted as 'home', for it was full of all the things that make a mind heavy as if it were filled with brick and steel. And the Hatter's heart, oh how bound and locked away it was… suddenly gave a single, sluggish, shuddering beat. A dull ache settled into his core, and he awoke then, eyes shooting open, widening in shock before they sparkled with relieved tears.
Could it be? Or was his insanity playing bitter tricks on him? Would Wonderland be so cruel as to give him false hope? Nay, this world could not fake that Energy… That presence that gave life to them all… Alice was back!
-†-
Walking effortlessly around violently twisting cogs and ducking through rapidly spinning wheels, the Hatter knew he could die in a bloody, messy, instant; the cost of one solitary misstep. Yet he pressed on, aching to see her, dredging up the path and timing from a memory that came from seemingly an eternity before. He knew where she was, that place where she had fallen the first time, into a Wonderland reflective of her childish whimsy and youthful delusions. Now however, this world was a chaotic tall-tale, out of order, and likely for good.
And no doubt the Queen of Hearts knew as well. Whatever the Hatter was going to do, it had to be quick.