Author's Note: Years ago, I started this fanfiction about a story set in the world of Wonderland. Alice was there with her friends, Cheshire Cat, the Mad Hatter, and her enemies, the Queen of Hearts. I wanted to rewrite this story, keeping the characters and storyline, mostly the same. I wanted to revisit this story, but when I went back to reread my story, I couldn't continue it the way it was. So here is the rewrite of Porcelain Dolls. I hope you enjoy, and want to continue this story with me.
I awoke in the middle of the night, being ripped into a twisted child's novel. My heart pounded in my ears, as fright froze the blood in my veins. One might say there no rhyme to reason on how I ended up in this world, Wonderland. It was not however the pastel-colored, children's story of my youth. It was a landscape of gnarled trees colored in muted pinks, greens, and blues. The land was a maze that traveled upwards one second, just to fall the next. The sky was painted in a dreary mix of gray and purple. I, along with another group of girls, were pushed in lines by soldiers dressed in red and white. I wondered how the other girls had arrived at this scenario, jerked from their beds at dawn? There had been no explanation, only threats of losing our heads if we didn't obey orders. A wispy girl who looked like the wind might sweep her away was beginning to lose her voice after sobbing on our travel. Most were quiet, either from shock or believing it was only a nightmare. If this was Wonderland, where was the famous Cheshire Cat, the infamous Queen of Hearts, or the supposed savior, Alice herself. Was Alice in Wonderland just a twisted tale of Alice's own imprisonment who had followed before our own?
I listened to the wind whispering secrets to the trees; it was the only sound to be heard. We continued to march in silence on a beaten path to an unknown destination. I observed my surroundings, finding strange creatures that had been born to this strange world. Flowers rotted under the toxic sky, unable to find any sunlight. This world, plainly put, looked poisoned like the post-world of a nuclear war. Maybe I had had a Sleeping Beauty moment, and had just slept through a nuclear war. Now I had awoken into a new world order. An imposing, dark bricked wall started to rise on the horizon, blocking out whatever light was held behind it. Twin red doors the size of a two-story house could be seen centered in the wall. As we came to a stop in front of the doors, some girls fell to their knees, while others looked like statues. We were led through the doors, and a castle stood in front of us. Towers rose out of the main part, jutting into the poisoned sky. Windows seemed to be splattered across the castles, as if someone had closed their eyes when placing them. Stones of red and white made up intricate decorations of hearts upon the castle. Dying rose bushes spotted the castle grounds, and in the shadows of the castle, more soldiers could be seen. No sun cast its rays down on the place, which matched the dark, expressionless faces of our capturers.
The line of girls twisted inside the small caste doors, eventually being forced into a large ballroom. Thrones sat upon a stage at the back of the room. The room screamed decadence from the massive chandeliers to the sparkling floors that shined like rubies. The soldiers had pushed the sobbing girl to the ground in hopes that she would quiet down. We stood awkwardly in front of two thrones, waiting to be shown our fate. A shrill fanfare echoed across the room, as the soldiers ran to the corners of the room. From far-right doors, a older woman, a girl, and a boy strutted into the room. The woman wore a golden crown on her red curls, and was dressed in an ornate ball gown that stretched out from her person at least a foot. Her face was powdered to almost white, as the makeup had sunken into the few wrinkles on her face, and her bright red mouth was twisted into a cunning smile. The following girl wore a navy dress with a starch white apron, which was complemented by her long blond hair. She wore a knowing smirk. The crowned woman took her place at the largest throne, somewhat struggling to sit in her large dress. The girl stood dutifully at her right, while her eyes looked each of us up and down. The boy observed his company with an easy smile that reached his navy eyes. He was dressed in a blue suit with his jet-black hair gelled back, looking like a young, dapper James Bond.
"Well now that everyone is finally here," she spoke with anger, "we can begin."
"Thank you all for coming," she greeted as if we'd had a choice. The blond at her side smiled maliciously, and whispered into her ear.
"Now, now Auntie, one's already cowering in the floor. Shouldn't we treat them with a little Wonderland proper?" the boy spoke.
"She's just doing as she should in front of her Queen" she replied, her eyes burning.
Other girls began to fall on their knees as if their lives depended on it.
"You are employed to the Heart Kingdom," she continued, "You are property. You will do as you are told, and you will not utter a word. You were chosen to be my beautiful flowers to serve me as I tired of seeing such common faces in my gorgeous kingdom. I endear you to take these words to heart if you wish to keep your head!"
The Queen haughtily rose from her chair, and James followed behind her. The blond girl stayed behind. James stared upon us, and his eyes ended in my confused eyes. His eyes were navy blue of the blonde's dress, but sparkled with mischief. The Queen's yell ricocheted through the doorway, and he walked to the call. The doors slammed shut behind him.
"Well ladies, I have been in your shoes before. I remember the fear, the sadness, but do not worry, look at how far I have come" the blonde girl spoke, "You can even think of me as your role model."
"Where are we? Who are you, and that woman? I want to go home" whimpered the girl who had sobbed earlier.
"You silly girl, you are in Wonderland," the blond laughed, "My name is Alice."