Wonderland : My Anti-Drug

Yeah, this was spawned from boredom and hearing White Rabbit (Jefferson Airplane) far too many times... Yeah...; It's addictive and whatnot. I'm trying (for this is a work in progress) to not too heavily base the story upon the song, nor on the original work. This will be written in my style, because I myself cannot even try to attempt Carroll's beautiful way of writing. I sincerely hope that you enjoy this

One Pill Makes You Larger... An Introduction

Raziel's eyes drifted in an out of focus, as did his consciousness. The boy, (for that was truly all that he was, a boy of no more than fifteen) had managed to get himself hyped on some manner of illegal substance. He honestly had no idea of what he had injected himself with. Then again, it is truly doubtful that any truly do, for if they did, they would not inject themselves. At any rate, Raziel had just managed to return to the world of the living, his wide brown eyes opening to absorb all that was around him. He was still a bit groggy, and his senses were dulled. That was why it took him a rather decent amount of time to realize that he was not at all where he remembered himself being. That was of course in no way extraordinary. He quite often woke up in such predicaments, but rarely to this extent. He was now seated upon a carpet of lush green grass. It had become daylight during some point of his recovery. (Alarming, or at least it should have been, for he had ceased losing consciousness but a few moments before.) After a period of at least twenty minutes the boy took it upon himself to find his legs. (Quite literally, they were hidden beneath a blanket that he seemed to have grown during the night.) Once he had stood (after several attempts), he began looking about in greater detail, struggling to determine where he was. Not only that, but some dark curtain continuously kept falling about his eyes, blinding and disorienting him for minutes at a time. The dark curtain consisted of long black strands of a silk-like material that hung down to his chin. He discovered that he could control the curtain by sweeping the strands to rest behind his ears. Ingenious things, ears. He was so bemused by his new discovery that he ceased looking around, and failed to notice the cat which was sitting upon the grass near a clump of trees. (Which could really be anywhere, because he was, in fact, in a forest clearing. Raziel did finally notice when the cat heaved a great sigh. His eyes caught the cat, and his eyebrows shot up. He was incredibly surprised to see such a melancholy appearing cat, so he called out to it.

"Whatever is the matter?" He questioned. (His wording being such as it was because he simply was, despite his current predicament, a very polite boy by nature.) The cat gave a start, its entire body shivering, giving itself the look of something that has just shocked itself greatly. Its wide green eyes stared at Raziel, studying his lanky frame and dark clothing for a few moments before his mouth opened and he began to speak.

"You can see me?" It inquired first. This question seemed rather odd to Raziel, for he did not typically go about asking invisible cats what was wrong with them, but he thought better of informing the cat of this, so he simply nodded and waited for the cat to respond. "You are the first to see me in a very long time boy..." Said the cat as he slowly padded forward. "You are the first to hear me in even longer. What makes you special I wonder..." He murmured, the question obviously not intended to be answered, for it was not truly a question. "I am sad." The cat added plainly a few moments later, his eyes never having left Raziels as he continued forward. "I am sad because I am so very lonely." A few more tiny tabby strides before he sat at Raziel's feet. "Why are -you- sad?" Questioned the cat with a politeness that one would not expect from a cat, his tiny grey and black head cocking to the side. Raziel seemed quite befuddled by this, for he had been unaware that he was sad. He promptly told the cat so, but it assured him that he was in fact sad. After pondering, Raz did discover that he was actually rather sad.

"You're right of course." He began shyly. "I am sad. I believe I am sad because you are sad, and because I am so very lost." The cat smiled, his slightly pointed teeth protruding from beneath his lip (which was not truly a lip) as he did so. Raziel decided just then that he thought this cat had a nice smile. He thought it would be rather odd for him to tell the cat so, however, so he did not.

"That is so very kind of you, my dear new friend." Stated the cat, his tone cracking a bit as he uttered the words. "I think that I shall help you since you have been so kind to me." Raziel did not see how he had been especially kind, even in the slightest, but he thought better of telling the cat so.

"Thank you." Was all that he said as he yet again waited for the cat to continue.

"You are very welcome" the cat then realized that he had not the slightest of ideas as to what his new friends name was, and he decided that now would be a good time to find out. "What is your name?" He found himself asking.

"Raziel." Said the boy. "And yours?" For that was the polite thing to do in such situations.

"Ah, Razzle." Said the cat, completely ignoring the pronunciation. "My name is Kitter." He added, still smiling up at the newly dubbed 'Razzle.'

"It's a lovely name." Raz said, though his fingers were crossed within his pocket. He honestly had never heard a more idiotic name for a cat, save for Spike, and that was a cat owned by a homeless man he'd met while visiting the museum. "So now, since I know your name, and you officially know yours, I suppose I should officially say hello. So hello, it is a pleasure to meet you Kitter." He smiled a bit, somehow not feeling foolish as he said these things. He had a new sort of confidence. He could not help but wonder if it was due to the fact that he was here. (Wherever 'here' was.)

"Hello Razzle." Responded the cat, though he obviously thought that the boy had lost his mind. "Shall we go?"

"Where?" Raziel asked, he only asked because he did not typically allow himself to be lead by strange cats, even if they did consider him a friend.

"Why, to see the Queen of course." Stated the cat plainly, his eyes rolling as if it were the most logical thing in the world. Raziel nodded a bit, for he was perfectly sure that it was as well, he had just been unable to realize it.

"Lead the way." The boy said with a smile, returning the cats smile for the first time.

"I'm afraid I can't do that." The boy gave an annoyed sort of look to the cat and sighed disapprovingly.

"And how am I? I haven't the slightest idea as to where the Queen is." His voice was soured now, the friendliness of his smile having completely gone.

"Why... By opening the door of course." Raziel blinked a few times, glancing around in search of a door. The cat blinked a few times. "...The one behind you." The cat stated, his tone sounding more than mildly exasperated. Raziel blinked a few times, for as the cat had uttered the words, something had begun to poke him in the back. He turned slightly, and there, in plain sight, was a door. He had been leaning on it without realizing it for quite some time. The thought did briefly occur to him that the door had simply grown there, but he knew that to be impossible.

"I see... So it is." Amusing, that he did not pursue his thought that it had grown. For the doorknob had not been there until the door itself had been mentioned, and the door was placed in the middle of a wood, leading to nowhere presumably. "Is it really safe to open?" He asked curiously, grasping the knob loosely.

"Of course." Responded Kitter in a very 'have I ever steered you wrong' sort of tone. Raz, deciding that the cat had not, opened the door and was drawn inside in complete darkness. It was if he had been sucked in by some reversed wind. He began rising incredibly quickly as the 'wind' drew him higher. The ascent was fast enough to cause his still-dizzy head swim. As the doorway grew ever fainter in the distance (from the door) grew, one could just barely make out Raziel speaking to himself. "This is the last time I listen to that tabby cat." He grumbled, struggling not to think of Newton's laws of physics or gravity or what have you (what comes up must go down and the like) "Even if I am the only one who can see him."

"That isn't very nice." Said Kitter's voice in the black. "Maybe I won't help you then."

"I didn't really mean it Kitter." Raziel responded quickly, his fingers crossed in his pocket, despite the darkness.

"Of course you did." Said the voice. "The first response is always the most correct one."

"Not always." Countered Raz. "It's the most natural one yes, but not the most correct." At this lovely time his head bumped into something, surprisingly the contact was not painful. By all rights it should have been, for he had been rising incredibly fast...

Yay for the conclusion of the first chapter. Note, the little comments in '(('s are not my comments as an author, they are simply another way of stating something that could be placed in commas. I have chosen to use them because commas get old after a while