Me: Hello there, I feel the need to go on a tangent so this story is more understandable. One, this story was given inspiration by the son "Alice Human Sacrifice" by Vocaloid. That I do not own. Two, this story is T rating for a reason. I was a little scared by my own thoughts of this, but if people think the rating should go down it will. Three, there is no Woman of the Spade, for those familiar with the song. I tried writing her part, and… uh… it's hard to explain. That might appear as just a bonus thing at the end, for those who want to read it. Now you may continue. Have a nice time.
Todd 'Scoops' Ming was a great journalist. That is true. However, his dedication to getting a great story was far too strong. That was the reason I had to make my appearance.
It all started when he found one of my cameras, in the park, and, generally, they were unnoticed by the human eye. He, being the reporter he was, decided to investigate. He started to learn, and was close to the truth. The truth of my Wonderland, known as Fair City, and that was unacceptable.
I warned him. I'm telling you I did. I sent him message after message, saying "Forget the story, or else." Did he listen? No. He threw them away, more determined to find out about the story. Scoops was a very respected journalist, and charming. He had convinced a few people that their city might have a few secrets. Now I am here to remedy that.
"Todd 'Scoops' Ming?" I asked, even though I knew that was he.
"Oh hello." He looked up. "I am terribly busy, so if you would-"
"-I need to talk to you." I said quickly. I smiled sinisterly. "It's about your story."
"Which one?" He asked.
"About the camera you found." I said.
"Oh yes! Interesting, isn't it?" He said slightly proud. "I hope to learn more about it."
"Ah, and you will." I said sweetly. "Scoops, I have some light that I can spread on your story."
He looked at me intently. "You do?"
"Yes. Please come with me." I motioned for him to follow me. "Come along." I started walking. We were by an arcade. I knew the way to my hideout from here. I walked along; glancing behind me ever once in a while to make sure the boy was still following. Sure enough he was, although he seemed nervous. I walked down an alley, and at the very end was a brick wall.
"Why did you bring me here?" He asked, seeming slightly confused, and scared.
"Scoops, you should have listened to the notes." I started.
"How- how did-" He stuttered.
"-Simple. I gave them to you." I looked at him, who started to tremble. "There are some things that shouldn't be found out."
"What- what-"
I pulled out my gun. "Sorry Scoops. This is your own fault." I said. Scoops froze on the spot. It took me only a second to pull the trigger, leaving a little blood and metal on the ground. I picked up the limp child. Time to start again. As they say, the show must go on.
The second Alice was a Man of the Diamond
He tamely sang a song in Wonderland
To fill it with all kinds of sound
He produced a crazy world
That Alice had rose flowers
And a mad man shot at him
He became bright red as the crimson rose in bloom
And everyone loved him as he died.
Me: …uh… don't have much to say about this. *cough* Well review please. Sorry if it was too short! Uh… hopefully I'll see you next chapter…
See if you can guess who The Child of the Clover is.