Alice woke up from laughter. A deep echoing, demented laugh that would spark fear into anyone, well, anyone but her. Her eyes slowly opened just in time to see a young man, roughly 22, pushed past her door. His face was pale white, like frost over glass. His hair was singed black. His face was what captured her attention the most. His eyes were lidless, and there was a smile permanently carved into his face. The guards pushed him further yet. Past her room to the one beside hers. Once the locks were firmly in place, the guards turned around and went back to the world above.

All was quiet so Alice decided to fall back asleep. Roughly two hours later she awoke to the sound of whispers escaping from the room next to hers.

"Hey…Hey girl!" Startled, she sat up quickly, "Hey, you awake?" the voice asked. She slowly stood and walked to the wall separating the two of them.

"What?" Sleep was evident in her voice.

"Want to get out of here?"

She thought about it for a long moment. Leave? The asylum? Was that even possible? Her thoughts ran rampant in her mind. "Yes", she finally responded.

Chuckles emerged from the wall beyond. Metal clattering followed closely behind. This time the voice came from her door. "Then what are you waiting for?" Slowly a hand came towards her. Her hand felt very small in his warm hand. He pulled her close to himself. Their fates sighed together.

Laughter rang out through the halls. Alice skipped down to the office where they kept her favorite knife. She even named it "Vorpal Blade". The fine silver markings glowed with excitement. Alice grinned and ran back to the man. On her way out, however, she noticed another blade. It was a kitchen knife stained red. She shrugged and decided to take it to the young man.

Alice found him strangling a guard with his bare hands. A low whistle caught his attention.

"Here", she threw him the blade. He caught it in midair and smirked at the metallic surface.

"You found my blade? Thanks babe." Alice blushed at the name. Something she didn't think possible. She shrugged it off. "No problem", she replied. They smirked at each other and soon the asylum became a mass grave. Bodies fell everywhere, prisoners and guards alike. Red liquids slowly covered every surface. Even more laughter was heard. Giggles and chuckles mixed.

The sky was dark and the air, crisp, when the two escapees exited the large, freshly painted building. Jeff watched the girl in front of him with amusement. She looked so childish, her beauty intensified by the crimson stains covering her, head to toe. Jeff's lips turned up into a smile. She was pretty, skipping ahead of him like that. With ebony hair and emerald eyes, she reminded him of a cat. The longer he stared, the more he realized…he didn't even know her name.

"Hey," he called out, stopping her in her tracks. She slowly turned her head, the wind blowing hair into her face. Jeff held out his hand.

"I'm Jeff, the psychopathic killer," he introduced. She shyly took his hand. "I'm Alice Liddell. The delusional killer," Jeff grinned.

"The white coats give you that name?" He asked. Alice nodded. "Why did they call you that?"

Alice looked away. "It…It's because I can travel to a place called…Wonderland" He looked doubtful. She frowned, "…You don't believe me either, huh…" sadness filled her voice. Just like everyone else.

The man looked at her for a while, before doing something that surprised them both. He had wrapped his arms around her in an embrace. Alice flinched at first, startled, before slowly wrapping her own tiny arms around him as well, returning the embrace.

"Wonderland, eh?" Jeff's grip tightened. "What's it like?"

Alice's eyes widened before understanding flashed within them. She slowly smiled. "Wonderland is, or rather was, a place of great joy and love." Her breath started to hitch, "Everyone is a friend and it's always tea-time". The two slowly sank to the ground. "There are cats who talk, and a caterpillar that blows smoke ring. Queens who will cut off anybody's head for no reason whatsoever. She'll like you if you paint the roses red, though", her voice drifted off. The two silently and peacefully fell into sleep, within each other's gentle embrace.

The sun peeked out from the tree line, warming the world as it went. The light filtered through crimson and golden leaves onto Jeff's lidless eyes. The wind played with strands of his hair until he regained consciences. He reached for his eye drops when he noticed a weight on his chest. Alice was asleep on his torso while he reclined on the trunk of a tree. Her face was tucked into his neck and her body within the loose embrace of his arms. Now to get the eye drops.

Alice shifted twice before opening her eyes to the light. The first thing she noticed was a movement of her 'blanket', it was alive. Blankets shouldn't be alive. Nor should they have muscles. Instantly her mind was awake. Her body shot upwards and the adrenaline kicked in. The Vorpal Blade attached itself to Alice's hand as if by magic.

Metal clashed with metal as her arm arced downwards. Sparks flew as Jeff parried blow for blow. His other arm, quick as lightening, coiled and shot out as if it were a snake. He grabbed the wrist holding the knife, spun her body, and pinned it against the tree he had been reclining against just moments before. "Well good morning to you too, sleeping beauty."

Alice stiffened when the gravelly voice danced within her ears. She craned her head to look at the man behind her. "Jeff?" Her eyes now showing recondition. The man just grunted and released her from his iron hold. She turned around to face him, eyes catching movement.

A twig snapped.

"Freeze!" A man yelled holding metallic death in the form of a hand gun. "Drop the knife and put your hands up!" Jeff turned slowly, his grip on the knife tightened. "I said…Put your hands up!" A smile crept upon Alice's face. The two blood splattered mad people walked up to the shaking officer, blades in hand. Jeff attacked first, with a quick step and blood lust powered actions his arm arced upwards, disarming the officer. Alice seemingly appeared behind the officer and slashed his back wide open. Blood sprayed upon her, painting her ivory skin crimson. Jeff, tired of the other mans screamed, swiftly silenced him. His blade slicing through his chest like butter.

Jeff grinned, walking next to the delusional young women. The blood was still wet against her face. The plan was to find a place to hang low until night fell and they could safely enter the nearby town. Alice looked at the tree she had stopped in front of before nodding. She turned to Jeff, "Give me a boost please?" He glanced at the tree and nodded, crouched at little and weaved his fingers together. Alice placed her foot in his hand and he elevated her body quickly into the tree. Alice grabbed the branches, hoisted herself onto it, before leaning down and lowering her hand into his reach. He grabbed and quickly situated himself beside her, his back to the trunk.

His arms were outstretched when she turned back to him. Jeff looked at her expectantly. She looked at him, curiosity shone in her emerald orbs. "Come on, get some rest before we get to town", Alice shook her head. He sighed and pulled her back against him, "Quit arguing and get some sleep. I'll keep watch". She gave up and relaxed against his fit chest. Jeff looked at her and slowly brought his face near hers…..and licked the blood off her cheek. He brought his eyes up to hers and almost burst out laughing. Alice eyes were wide and her jaw hung slack. She looked at him about to say something, but he merely grinned and looked ahead.

Ha, perhaps now I have a play mate….Perhaps…..