There once was dream, a very small dream. No one knew who had dreamt such a dream. One day the dream started to think, if no one dreamt about it than how would it stay. After much thinking the dream decided, 'if no one will dream of me, I will make them.' it thought.
'they can create their own world.'
The first Alice was dressed in red, in one hand was a sword. She had no idea of where she was and when she would ask the only answer she would receive was 'wonderland'.
The first Alice heart started to race and thoughts started to fill her mind. Where was she? Who are these people? What if they were all working tougher? What if they wanted her dead? No, no she wouldn't allow it! If she dies they die!
She started to fear them. For they were unknown they were things that she couldn't describe into words. Fear turned to hate and hate turned to murderous rage.
Die.
Die.
DIE!
She clutched the sword and started to lash out. The sword swung hitting trees, animals, children, anything that she could kill. They wanted her dead but she would kill before she was killed.
A blood red path fallowed her as she chopped and hacked.
Die.
(No more, no more)
Die.
(Who are you? What do you want?)
DIE!
(GET AWAY! DON'T TOUCH ME!)
Everything became dark around her. When the light did come back it was only on the first Alice and she was locked in a cage. They had caught her! They were going to kill her!
The first Alice shouted. She screamed. She banged agents the bars.
Die.
(No! no!)
Die.
(Let me Free!)
DIE.
(DIE! DIE! DIE!)
Alice was to forever stay there, trapped by her own sins. She was to never wake up. To never know that it was all just a dream.
People don't kill for no reason so The first Alice I believed Killed because she feared of who they were and what they wanted. She might have believed that they wanted her dead and she decided that if she was going to die might as well bring them with her. She killed until she had become locked up, never to escaped from the sin she had committed.