Hello!

Welcome to my story "Her Fairy Tale"! My first published fic in this account, yes? I'm excited!

I've been playing the game since the beginning of 2012, it was awesome. Too bad I didn't bought the first game, but I've read the plot on the wiki, though. I know this type of plot had been used some times by some authors, but I'll try to make the plot more... Original. Or whatsoever.

Anyways, enjoy the first chapter! And don't forget to leave a review:)


Her Fairy Tale

Chapter one

Come out and play

Alice Liddell flipped another page of her book. Her green eyes scanned its page thoroughly, reading the printed words one by one, sentence by sentence. An amused chuckle escaped her mouth as she found an interesting sentence.

Yes, a Rutledge patient no more, she was.

A year had passed after Angus' death. She can't help but feeling pleased every time she remembered the kill. That man who had ruined her whole life deserved it.

However, Alice tried hard to not remember it; her wonderland, her friends, her past. She had been trying to live her life without any misery, so far, a peace her life is.

Another page was flipped by her slender hand, and she instantly read the printed sentence. The whole paragraph was describing a man's look. As she read it slowly she tried to imagine the man's appearance.

Short dark brown hair. Blue eyes. Six foot tall. A warm smile on his face.

She rolled her eyes at the imaginative view. But she did feel something weird in the pit of her stomach. Without herself realizing, she had started to grow interest towards people of her opposite sex. No one can blame though, spending her puberty age in the asylum was not the best thing a preteen could got. She was a fresh 20 year old, but there was no romantic experience she could remember, since it had never happened, yet.

After about two hours, she had finished the book. There was a lot of romantic scene which made her stomach twist in a funny way, some part made her felt... Embarrassed. And she didn't even know why. Alice put the book in her tote bag, before taking some cash into her pocket, putting on some shoes, then she locked the door to her small flat. After she took the key, she started to walk towards a small cafe near her flat. The small but comfy flat was bought with the money she got from her late parents. Yes, after some conflicts, she finally got the inheritance she deserves. It was enough to buy the flat and to fulfill her daily needs.

But still, she needs a job. The one that didn't need academic employees, since Alice had never actually graduated from her school except the kindergarten. She realized finding a job was a one difficult task.

A month and half had already passed and Alice was still unemployed. While trying to minimize her living cost, she developed a new interest; reading books. It begun when she visited the local library on a whim. After six hours of recommendations from a young lady, Alice was turned into a bookworm. She decided to give a daily visit there. To borrow books, and to visit her new acquaintances, fellow bookworms; Patricia and Sophie.

Fifteen minutes of walking later, she found herself stood in front of the library. Her small hands slowly pushed the door open, revealing the insides of the old building. The librarian woman greeted her. She smiled briefly. Quickly, she walked towards the fiction shelves. A high-pitched voice greeted her.

"Alice!" it yelled, gaining the attention of the old librarian followed by some whispered shush. Said girl narrowed her eyes at the blonde, as the blonde grinned nervously at her. She walked a few steps until she saw some tables and chairs, before deciding to sit on one of the chairs. A brunette, just like her, let out a hushed chuckle. Alice sighs.

"Well is it Miss Liddell visiting the library?" Sophie smiled.

"That girl wouldn't be more loud again, would she?" Alice asked her friend sarcasticly, face decorated with a slight smirk. Sophie let out another amused laugh. "She definitely would not, dear."

Patricia appeared from behind one of the shelves. "Talking about me?" she asked with a huge grin, followed by annoyed shush from the librarian. "Of course not. Why would we?" Alice's lips curled up again. The girl rolled her eyes, knowing her friends's lies.

"So, Liddell cutie," the blonde begun, using Alice's surname as a replacement of 'little'. "How's the book?" Said cutie tensed a bit, before answering. "Another cliché drama."

"Hmm, one to ten?" Sophie mused. "Seven and a half, I guess." Alice shrugged. "Oh, just tell me you want to say eight. An awesome eight for an awesome book, we agree?"

Sophie answered by taking the book from Alice's bag. "I read it first, and we'll settle the score."

The loud girl put on a grimace. "You make it sound rather... Revengeful." Another shush interrupted her. "Oh those people are the one that should've stop sticking their noses into other people's business." She whispered angrily.

"What a mind you have there, Patty." Sophie pinched her friend's cheeks, making them red. "And what we're discussing right now is not a business."

"Ow, ow, ow—but it is a—"

"ANYWAYS, I agree with Sophie, I'll tell Ma'am Clark later." A moment of silence. "Or maybe I'll let you, Sophie, talk to Ma'am Clark about your borrow. Don't forget to sign my name on 'Returned books' list."

Patricia and Sophie stared at her. Finally Patricia said, "You are such a soaked* girl, Alice." Said girl scoffed.

"Thank you."

"By the way, Alice. You know what, I found a nice book from that shelf." Patty shoved a book on her face, making Alice's eyes crossed to focus on it. She read the title. "The adventure of Peter the Rabbit?" Patty nodded gleefuly.

"And since when do you read children's fairy tales, Pat?" Sophie asked.

"Not particularly, it's just, Alice writes a lot of them, so I thought she needs references."

Alice's breath hitched slightly, shoulders gone tense. She took the book from Patty's hand before gripping it, while her eyes tried to process what she was seeing. The Adventure of Peter the Rabbit. A small beige colored rabbit stood in front of a puddle of water, or was it a pond? And the water was surrounded by short grasses.

As much as Alice hated it, she did write stories. But it's not fictional, it's her personal memory that flooded into the papers of her notebook. Her friends were amused by the story, and neither of them asked where did she get the inspiration, nor asked why did she like to write this genre, out of all others.

"Oh, the Wonderland Adventure?" Sophie pointed her finger upwards.

"Yes, yes. That one. The one with a rabbit, just like this one."

"That is one cute story, and you named the main character after yours, right? It's like writing your own experience." Sophie and Patricia agreed with each others's opinion.

"It was." Alice's answer must have confused them. But before either of them asked, she took the book in her hand, then walked towards the shelf, the one with lots of kids's books. And it was a nice choice of hiding since the shelf was the farthest from their desk.

Needless to say, Alice hadn't gotten over her past. Her imaginative past. Her cruel past. She was quite angry with herself because of that. Why. It was already some months ago. And she should have forgot about it by now. At least, it would not haunt her mind anymore, would it? And to do it precisely, she needed an distraction. She admitted that reading literature was her way of avoidance. It was quite a success, some stories could distract her and made her mind full for some moments of time. And for now, that was enough.

Alice ran her hand on the shelf, her fingers brushed the books one by one, some of the dusty surface dirt her finger. And that was when her hand stopped on a book with a surprising title.

The word "Wonderland" was printed with a kid's handwriting, it was not neat. Alice breath hitched again, and she felt air stopped running through her lungs. She was about to grab the book when said book sucked into the back of the shelf. The other books followed suit, and the woods were starting to split into pieces and the walls were cracking.

Despite panicking, Alice tried to stood on the floor where she stood. Her legs were starting to tremble. And she realize anything behind that shelf, or wall, was sucking her in. The force was getting stronger as she feel on the floor, and making it like she was pulled by the gravity, unless that one was from something inside, or behind a wall.

Alice's fingernails were digging into the carpeted floor when she realized that pieces off the cracking wall and the debris were also sucked in. Which now left her. When she felt pain in her fingers, she let the carpet go and let her body float into the hole.

She was in another dimension, she thought as her green eyes scanned the environment. The whole place was filled with shelves and shelves of books. And of course, lots of books and papers were scattered as they floated, as she fell. The deeper she fell, she realized the books were now stained with blood, and she was now surrounded by the color red.

Her eyes caught butterflies, glowing blue butterflies, they were flying towards her body and soon surrounded her. She felt ticklish but then something told her that she was now close to her destination. The red turned into white of light, and as said light engulf her vision she felt her body hit the grasses with a painful thud.

Parting her eyelids, making her green orbs could see again she tried to process the view. She was not in London. She was not in the library. She was in a field of soft grasses, blue sky hover above her. Chirping of birds could be heard by her naked ear. She need not an IQ of 180 to know where she was. Alice let out a sigh as realization hit her. She moved her arms to cross them in front of her chest. And she realized her clothes. The light blue dress. The white pinafore. The omega necklace.

Oh great, she thought.

She turned her head to left and right, that thing should have arrived to greet her by now...

"Looking for someone, dear?"

As much as disturbing that unfamiliar voice was, Alice turned her head and body back. Her green eyes widened at the new but familiar sight. From the tone and the time of visit, she did know who it was.

But she never expected to see that mangy cat in a human form.


*soaked: slang term of drunk.

There goes the first wave! Hope you like it. Please give mercy to my grammar, I'm no fluent in English. I don't even use them in my country.

And I know something is weird with the spacing, I've tried to edit it but no success... Weird Word is weird.

Reviews will be appreciated.

Papay!