Oh, look at that, another fanfiction almost entirely based off a Vocaloid song which I didn't bother putting under a crossover.

What's this one based off of, you ask? Welp, this one is based off of Alice (of) Human Sacrifice, so it is quite a bit darker. I was listening to it, and had a really bad itch to write, and figured, why not? Originally, I wanted to write this as a Bleach fanfic, but then the Elsword characters came to mind, and fit each "Alice" perfectly, so I ended up switching it.

PLEASE READ THIS: This may turn you away from reading this fanfic, but I was really debating n whether I should've put this under M or T due to violence, mentioning of blood, dark themes, reference to alchohol, future reference to rape, etc. Etc. I only decided to put it under T because I think it's a bit mild, and not terribly gory. Plus, I've put other fics under T that have excessive violence and darker themes, so why is different with this one? (Not to mention I've seen worse under the T section)

Disclaimer: I do not own Elsword, or the song Alice (of) Human Sacrifice(though it is in no way mentioned in the song, just based off of it).

Welcome to Wonderland

The First Alice

"Lines are such a pain." I muttered, a basket hanging loosely from my hand. The basket contained groceries that I had only just realized we didn't really need.

I sighed, but did not move from my spot in line to the register. I was already this far, so why should I go back.

I felt a tap on my shoulder, then. "Excuse, young miss." Turning, my own red irises met those of a tiny woman. Her face was covered in wrinkles, though the ones brought from laughter stood out the most.

"Is there something you need?" I asked in as pleasant a voice I could muster. The annoyance had really started to itch from within my skull, though, making it much more difficult than it should have been.

"I was just wondering wherever did you get your hair done at?" At her words, my hand reached up and patted my crimson locks. Everyone in my family had crimson hair.

"I did it myself." The answer was true enough.

"I see, what's your name, if you don't mind my asking?" The elder smiled at me, eyes squinting happily.

"It's Elesis, ma'm."

"Alice? What a nice name."

"No, it's-"

"Miss, if you don't mind!" I turned around to the one who interupted me. It was the cashier. Her expression a scowl and her eyes dangerously sharp. I quickened myself, and hand her a few bills.

By the time I was finished, my car whirring with life, and my phones impatiently beeping at me, I remembered the elderly woman's mistake.

"I guess Alice isn't that bad of a name." I spoke to myself, pulling the stick into reverse, and making me way out of the plaza's parking lot.

-linebreak-

When I opened the front door, it didn't bother me that it was unlocked. I called an, "I'm back!" And quickly made my way to the kitchen. After putting all that I bought in their respective cabinets, drawers, and countertop spaces, I went into the livingroom.

Ther silence was astounding, it was never this silent in the Sieghart home. I frowned when I reached the livingroom. The TV was shouting oboxiously, but my brother was asleep.

Asleep on the floor, no less.

There was a lot of red, but that wasn't strange. Everyone in my family had crimson hair.

I bent down at my brother's side.

"Elsword, why're you asleep, you little brat?" I shook him a bit. Oddly enough, he was wearing a red shirt, even though when I left, his shirt was white. He must have changed, for whatever strange reason. I put my hands on his stomach. His shirt was wet.

I stepped over him, quite confused. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw more red. That wasn't strange, though, as it ended up leading to my parent's room.

Everyone in my family has crimson hair.

My mother was on the bed, a strange expression frozen on her face. Her eyes weren't closed, so she couldn't be asleep.

"Mom, I bought unbleached sugar, like you wanted." I spoke low and pleasant, but this time it was not forced.

When I took a step towards her, I nearly tripped. My father was face down on the floor, a pool that reflected his hair surrounding him. I nearly slipped there, too.

Why was everyone so quiet, anyways?

I shrugged, and made my way to the bathroom. When I turned the light on, the first thing I noticed in the mirror was my hair. Crimson, just like everyone else.

Then, I noticed my hands were also crimson.

"Is this," I looked at my hands as a chill ran down my spine, "blood?"

A rather loud crash resounded from wtihin the house. It came from my own room. I slowly walked up the stairs, trying not to make a noise. Was somebody in the house, perhaps? Had they hurt my family?

Everyone was asleep, but why hadn't they awoken yet?

I grabbed my father's sword, mounted on one of the walls surrounding the staircase.

In my room, it was dark. A lamp lay on the floor in pieces, shattered beyond repair. I did not see anyone, but I could hear them. Their breath was raspy, and uneven. They were louder than a boar escaping a glass box.

I could hear their footfalls behind me. They came closer, closer, so much closer. They were behind me. Right behind me.

I was not afraid.

In fact, when I turned to meet the gaze of my family's killer, I was grinning.

After all, this was just a dream, wasn't it? A very fun dream, but still, just a dream.

For a moment, I though the man's mouth opened to say something,

Welcome to Wonderland

before my father's found it's way into his killer's neck.

Red seeped from the punctured flesh, but that was not odd.

After all, everyone in my family has crimson hair.

-linebreak-

Everywhere I went, if there was a TV, there was a news report about a crazed serial killer. They killed at random, but it was always with a sword. Even though the blood that dripped from the sword always left a trail, it would end abruptly, so that serial killer had not been caught, yet.

The most obvious thing that connected one victim to the next was the fact that always, writtem at the head of a face down victim in their blood was, "Alice."

"Police are still trying to identify the latest victim of the Alice serial killer..."

I tuned out the woman making reports of this "Alice" on the news. I was in a bar. A rather raucous bar, but a bar that wasn't raucous would probably be hard to find.

The lady on the news was really beginning to annoy me. Not as much as all of the crazy bar-goers around me, though. Could they not hear of this insanity? What was wrong with them that, while people are getting killed at random, they're just wasting their money one alchohol?

I growled, tugging on a few strands of my crimson hair. It would be better if they just shut up. I smiled then, perhaps a rather sadistic smile at the idea that came to mind, and ordered another drink.

This was a startling vivid, almost realistic dream. I would indulge myself, though, since it was only a dream. A very enjoyable dream, no less. I guess I would give the Police another dead-end trail.

I did not bother to pay the bartender when I got up from my stool.

"Hey-"

"Shut up." I snapped when he tried to remind me. In a flash, my father's sword was unsheathed from beneath my long skirt. "I'm trying to enjoy myself."

The bar had quieted down after the bartender's head rolled onto the floor. Why were they all staring at me like I did the bad thing? This was fun, like drinking 'til you're wasted after a bad day of work. Though, in my case, it was reprieve from the annoying voices of drunkards, and new ladies calling me insane.

Someone screamed. In an attempt to rid myself of this headache that was accumulating, I jabbed at the man next to me. He had been frozen in fear a moment ago. It reminded me of my mother when she had taken her own nap.

This guy's face contorted in pain, first, though. Maybe it was because I twisted the blade in his chest a few times before he fell from the stool.

The bar had nearly cleared out by now, though. My fun was getting an abrupt end, I realized, when red and blue flashed outside, an incresingly annoying siren blaring.

I managed to get a few more slices at another guy in before I dipped my finger in some of the blood. With the neatest handwriting, I wrote my name on the news lady's face as she continued to speak of the terrible events unfolding in a bar just downtown.

Apparently, Police were actually about to apprehend the "Alice" killer.

I don't remember my name always being Alice, but I think someone important gave that name to me.

Someone grabbed my arms roughly. I hadn't noticed them until they were right next to me. My father's sword fell to the ground. It splashed into a pool of red, which wasn't entirely odd.

Everyone in my family had crimson hair.

As I was shoved into the back of a car - into a cage, more like - I saw a little old lady staring in horror at the scene. She had a lot of wrinkles, but the ones most noticeable were the wrinkles created from laughter.

Maybe she laughed while she cut her enemies up, like I did.

Her eyes followed the trail of red that led from within the bar to the car I was in. I smeared some more red on the car's seat to continue the trail. It was a pretty trail.

I smiled at the old lady kindly, she seemed quite familiar. Contentedly, I began writing my name backwords on the window so she could see it.

Alice

And then, a man got in the car, started it, and began driving away. I waved at the people we passed. I wouldn't ever be able to see them again. Not alive, and not dead.

How sad.

For once I didn't use the song as some kind of template, or something. I kinda went indie on it.

How was my slightly horror/thriller writing? Was it acceptable, or absolutely atrocious?

Quick back story before I end this off(for those of you who have not heard the song, you probably won't understand this exactly, but it will still clear some things up, I'm sure). When I was listening to the song, it struck me, what if the dream "Wonderland" is actually just a code word for "Insanity?" It makes sense, doesn't it? I mean, the first Alice was a serial killer who was locked up later. For one thing, are all the people she murdered in "Wonderland" too, or are they in reality? Wouldn't it make sense that she murdered a bunch of people in reality(though she is in wonderland), and then was later locked up in some kind of prison for the mentally insane, or something? That's all I wanted to say, really.

That's it for now, so,

toodle-loodles,

~My-Joyful-Chaos