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Better Him than Her
The Hatter smile across the long wooden table at the dark haired girl who sat at the other side, no matter what he'd always be in love with her, he knew it could never be but still it was something he had to control over. He sighed as his mechanical parts started to moan and screech he reached under the table to grab a lever that sat beside the chair leg debating rather to pull it or not. The Hatter shook his head earning him a suspicious look from Alice who was now sitting on edge. Alice jumped as she heard a grinding noise from behind her; she turned around to see a circular cutting into the back of her chair. The dark hair girl flung up onto the table vorpal blade in hand, she scowled at The Mad Hatter and ran forward lunging at him. The Hatter closed his eyes in approval; it was either him or her. A wicked grin crossed his face, it almost looked like Cheshire's as he felt the blade plunge into his chest. He knew it had to be him.
