Author's Note: Well, this is my first fanfic of its kind. This fic is the basic story line of the awesome PC game American McGee's Alice, but instead of our dear Alice being the main character, I chose one of my own. Yes, she's a character I used for a DBZ fic called Unholy Crusade, but for this story I stripped her completely of her powers. I mean, c'mon, that's cheating. For those who don't know her, her name is Selena Lawless and she's literally a kick-ass bitch. I thought it would be funny to put her in the McGee version of Wonderland and watch her squirm. So, this'll be the somewhat same story as the game, with a bit of an anime fighting style to it. I haven't fully beaten the game yet, so I don't know the exact ending but I know the basic plot. So, sit back and relax, as someone who had absolutely nothing to do with the story gets thrown into the plot and ends up turning this Wonderland more upside-down than it was. Who will win the battle for sanity? Selena or the world of American McGee's Alice?

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Special
You think you're special
You do
I can see it in your eyes
I can see it when you laugh at me
Look down on me
You walk around on me
Just one more fight
About your leadership
And I will straight up
Leave your shit
Cause I've had enough of this
And now I'm pissed
Yeah
This time I'm 'a let it all come out
This time I'm 'a stand up and shout
I'm 'a do things my way
It's my way
My way, or the highway
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It was snowing outside; a small fire warmed up the room. A grandfather clock was ticking and tocking in a sleepy rhythm in the hall. On the dresser stood a deck of cards, an unfinished game of chess, and a brass pocket watch that belonged to a wealthy English businessman.

The little girl was fast asleep in her warm and cozy bed. Under one arm, she cuddled her stuffed rabbit doll. One could only imagine the wondrous and fantastic things she could have been dreaming of.

I had a faint idea of what…

I was sitting on the edge of her bed, reading her bedtime story to myself. I was so fascinated with the curious world and colorful characters that I couldn't put the book down. It was a story about the world in Alice's head written by her uncle, Lewis Carroll. Every word drew me deeper and deeper into her Wonderland.

" 'Wake up, Doormy." The Hatter called to the door mouse. 'It's time for the tea party.'

'Give me half a cup, please.' The March Hare asked.

'Did a white rabbit come by this way?' Alice wondered, sitting down to her teacup.

'Let's change the subject.' The door mouse suggested.

'I've got one.' the Mad Hatter announced. 'Why is a raven like a writing desk?' "

I giggled at the riddle suddenly. I looked down at the sleeping girl and smiled.

"What a wonderful imagination you have, Alice." I sighed. "I hope you can always keep that beautiful, little world of imagination with you forever."

Then, I heard a cat screech in the next room, and the sound was followed by a crash of breaking glass.

"Dinah…" I growled. "Well, that's the first time she's broken anything. I'll clean it up later. After this next chapter." I turned the next page, which began the next chapter.

" Chapter IV, Smoke and Fire. Suddenly, one of the candles fell on the tablecloth, and a huge fire erupted.

'AAAAA! Fire!' the Hatter cried out.

'Oh dear! Oh dear!' the door mouse screamed.

'Oh no!' the Hare shouted frantically. 'Wake up, Alice! Wake up!'

The Hatter looked around the room frantically.

'Selena, you must save Alice!' "

"What?!" I cried, dropping the book. "My name…but how…"

Then, I was aware of the gray smoke floating through the room and the smell of burning oil. Dinah must have knocked over an oil lamp in one of the bedrooms! I gasped in alarm, and quickly turned to Alice.

She was still asleep!

"Alice, wake up!" I shouted, shaking her. "Wake up!"

She coughed as she opened her eyes.

"What's happened?"

"Fire." I said in a calm voice. "We have to leave. Follow me."

Alice paid no attention to me in her panic. She grabbed her stuffed rabbit and ran out the door. More smoke billowed into the room, and I could feel the heat down the hall. I quickly ran after her.

"Alice! No!" I called in-between coughs. "Come back!"

"Mum!" she cried, running to her parent's room, the source of the fire. "Dad!"

"No!" I reached her, but she was already at her parent's door. The smoke was very thick inside the bedroom, and I could hear her father coughing.

"Alice!" I heard her mother cry with a hacking cough.

"Mum! Mutha!" Alice screamed, grabbing the doorknob. It burned her hand as she opened the door. A hot blaze greeted her, and her parents were nowhere in sight. I could hear them, however.

"Get out, Alice!" her father yelled. "Save yourself!"

"Get out of the house!" her mother screamed.

I grabbed the girl around the waist, and I quickly ran from the door.

"Mutha!" Alice screamed with a sob.

"We have to get out!" I shouted to her over the roaring fire. It was spreading into the hall, so I rushed back into Alice's room. Everything there was on fire too. I could hear Alice's parents screaming in pain as they were being burned alive. There was nothing I could do for them. I could only save the crying Alice in my arms. I looked to the window, and I made a break for it. The window was still closed, so I jumped through the glass. Pain stabbed into my neck and shoulders as we fell to the snowy ground. We landed hard, and small shards of broken glass rained down on us. After the small shower of glass, Alice clutched her rabbit to her chest and began to sob. I sat up and looked at the now enflamed house. I could hear the screaming of Alice's parents and older sister. They were dying, and I didn't know if the fire department was on their way.

I looked at the girl. She looked so horrified. I reached out to comfort her.

"Alice…"

Then, I heard a loud snapping, and I turned back to the house. It was falling apart, and one enflamed wall fell towards us.

Alice and I screamed as the burning wood landed on top of us…

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…And I woke up.

I just lay there on my back and breathed. I didn't dare move. The dream was so real…

Then, I realized there was an open book on my face, so I reached up and took it away. It revealed the boarding room I was staying in at a Bed and Breakfast in London. It was night, and it was raining outside. I had fallen asleep, reading the book in bed. This book was rather special. I found it in a dresser drawer in my room. It was a Rutledge Institution medical journal titled "Alice" after a patient in the asylum. It was dated "November 11, 1863" and was written in by a "Dr. William." I had read the book cover to cover at least ten times, and each time sent a shiver up my spine.

"Alice" was the same little girl I dreamt about. After her parents died and her house burned down, she was sent to a hospital to treat her burns. During that time, she had slipped into a silent madness. She had turned herself into a vegetable, shutting herself away into her mind, not interacting with the outside world whatsoever. So, she was sent to the Rutledge Institution for mental treatment. The poor girl spent the rest of her life in the asylum with her stuffed rabbit… She wasted away in her bed in the year 1875.

Such an amazing story to look at a couple hundred years later…

The poor girl shut herself away in her Wonderland…

What had become of that enchanting world…?

Suddenly, my heart started to pump slower and start to ache. I broke into a sweat. I grabbed my chest and tossed under the sheets of my bed. Sitting next to the pillow, staring at me with button eyes, was the stuffed rabbit. It was Alice's. I had bought it in an auction yesterday. I spent the whole day cleaning and repairing the dusty, old thing.

And since yesterday, weird things started happening…

I would hear voices, or see writing, calling to Alice…

People off the streets seemed to talk to me about Wonderland…

I would see something strange in the mirror, beckoning me to come save it…

I had no idea what was going on…

Suddenly, my chest felt like it was on fire. I screamed, and my hand clutched something near me. I pulled whatever it was to me as I squirmed. It was the rabbit. I held it close as my other hand clutched the sheets. I breathed heavily, hearing my heartbeat in my ears. Sweat was drenching my hair. I looked at the rabbit as I stewed in agonizing pain. The stuffed creature suddenly moved its head to look at me.

"Save our Alice!" it seemed to shout.

I screamed again, this time in fear.

Suddenly, I felt like I was falling…

Everything got dark…

And my journey to save my sanity began…

~~~~~

Just one more fight
About a lot of things
And I will give up everything
To be on my own again
Free again
Yeah
This time I'm 'a let it all come out
This time I'm 'a stand up and shout
I'm 'a do things my way
It's my way
My way, or the highway
Some day you'll see things my way
Cause you never know
Where, you never know
Where you're gonna go
(Check out, check check... out my melody)
Just one more fight
And I'll be history
Yes I will straight up
Leave your shit
And you'll be the one who's left
Missing me
Yeah
This time I'm 'a let it all come out
This time I'm 'a stand up and shout
I'm 'a do things my way
It's my way
My way, or the highway
Some day you'll see things my way
Cause you never know
Where, you never know
Where you're gonna go
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~ "My Way" by Limp Bizkit