A/N: I told you guys I would eventually re-write this! For those of you who are new to this fic...it's about child sex slaves. Well it's more about how one goes to Wonderland , you'll see as you read the story.

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The concrete was hot on Peter's sensitive paws as he hopped through the narrow and dirty streets. Dirt clung to his soft white fur and as did bubble gum, soda, and other disgusting things left on the ground by neglectful people. Stopping beside a large, metal, dark green trash bin the rabbit wrinkled his small nose in disgust. "Why bring me to such a place, incubus? I will never find anyone as beautiful, sweet, kind, or gentle as Alice in this rotten hell! Besides why should we get a new foreigner anyway?"

The incubus had left Peter in a large bustling city. From the large apartment buildings, old architecture, and faded plaques screwed into the walls he guessed that this had to be the downtown area of it. The place he was in now was close to a massive museum with columns sitting outside of the large welcoming staircase that led up to the green painted front door. A picnic table sat close by with a couple sitting at it, the table littered with burger packaging and a sot drink that was spilled hours ago and was left to stick to the wood.

"Just do it before I leave you there."

Peter's fur bristled at the annoyed tone but continued anyway. In this strange world there truly was no one that could properly replace Alice here. All of the women wore strange clothes that revealed too much skin and had a dark look in their over made eyes. Every time they talked to each other in small groups they would look around, their eyes darting this way and that as if they were worried that someone would come behind them and drag them away to some cold dark place. If it were up to him he would just go straight back to Wonderland and wait for his precious Alice's return.

Perhaps he would organize a wondrous tea party for her. Warm chocolate cake, sugar cubes arranged in a lovely tower, and her favorite tea piping hot and eagerly awaiting her in a small rose printed tea set that she had admired on a spring day not too long ago. Maybe she would be so dazzled by his display of affection that she would move out of that dreary Clocktower and stay forever within his arms.

His love filled thoughts came to a crashing stop as a high pitch squeal caught his sensitive ears. Automatically they swiveled towards the sound and his mind began to filter through the other sounds as he caught onto harsh male groans and heavy breathing. At the sound his natural curiosity began to kick in and he gave a hesitant hop forward.

"Are you going to abandon this mission?"

"My clock was never in it anyway."

Hopping in the sound's direction, the world around him began to morph. Slowly the tall dirty buildings became delaptated, broken windows, and the doors were boarded up with bits of wood. The sides of the crumbling brick were spray painted with bright colors representing gangs, a rebellious teen, or even a drunk who wanted to show off their artistic talent. Going round a corner he found one of these many buildings, however the door to the place was open and there was a neon orange sign that said "We're open" in bold block letters.

"Peter..."

Ignoring the incubus he hopped into the dim hall, immediately happy to feel the change in terrain. The halls were lined with a dingy blue carpet that smelled heavily of alcohol and something else that could only be described as sex. The latter smell became more prominent as he came closer to a cracked doorway. Peeking inside hewas surprised to find a barrage of light coming from the window that had grey duct-tape covering the bottom half of it. The room itself wasn't very big and barely could contain the twin sized bed that was in the corner of the room. Clothes littered the floor as did paper, some instant ramen packaging, and broken crayons that had no paper covering them. On the bed was a few more clothes that were obviously from a man, a cotton pink hair ribbon, and a full-grown man straddling a little girl.

Peter's dark red eyes widened as he stared at the burly man who was at least thirty years old. His massive tattooed arms were on either side of the girl's head and his chapped lips were suckling on the small bruised neck. Her tiny pale hands clutched the off white sheets, her eyes shut with tears still managing to go down the dirty thin cheeks. With a grunt the man's hips began to move and a shrill shriek came from the girl, her small hands clutching the sheets even harder, blood peeking though the material.

Without thinking the rabbit turned into a young man, his hand clutching a large gold watch with black roman numerals etched on its white face. Pushing open the rickety door he slipped inside, his footsteps soundless as he came close to the pair writhing on the bed. When he was only inches from them he leaned forward and pressed a gloved hand over the girl's eyes, causing the man to stop and look up. His rugged face became blotched with red and his green eyes narrowed so much they looked like small beads in his large ugly face.

"What in the fuck do you think you're doing?" The man hissed.

Peter raised up the clock and it changed into a black pistol without any effort or pomp. "Get off of her."

"Says who?" He swallowed when the cool metal was roughly pressed against his bald head. "Fine, you want a turn you can have it."

Peter's nose wrinkled but he said nothing as the man's vile organ slipped out of the girl's body, blood immediately flowing out of her and down her thin thigh and stick like legs when he did. Not moving his hand from the girl's eyes Peter put more pressure on the man. "Get off the bed."

With all the grace of an elephant the man managed to get off the bed making it give a creak as if the bed was relieved of a burden. The man raised his large calloused hands up as if surrendering, his eyes never leaving the naked girl's form. "You want me to go?"

With a click Peter took the safety off the gun. "That I would."

Bang!

Blood splashed onto the opposite wall, staining the yellow-flowered wall paper and the carpets. The man's body fell backwards with a heavy thump as blood spilled onto the floor from his wound thanks to the bullet embedded into the center of his forehead. Turning the gun back into a clock he quickly pocketed it and grabbed the girl, holding her to his chest in a sad attempt to preserve her modesty. She shrieked and writhed against him, gurgled cries he couldn't understand escaping her. It was as if someone had burned her with fire and she was trying to escape it.

"Peter what do you plan to do with her?"

His ears twitched as he heard heavy footsteps going down the hall, mens' voices accompanying them. Glancing down at the girl he smoothed back some of the tangled black hair causing a weak whimper to emit from her bruised lips. "She's coming back with me, open up a hole back home."

Silence rang in his head before the incubus gave a sigh. "Fine."

Peter's gaze ripped away from the girl as the door burst open. In came four men, three wearing red bandannas yet all four holding various guns. The one not wearing the bandanna glared, his bushy eyebrows coming so close together they looked like one fuzzy worm. "The fuck you think you're doing with that bitch?"

Peter took a step back, his hand still firmly over the girl's eyes. "She's by no means a 'bitch'."

"Ain't this one think he's a smart-ass?"He pointed his pump-action shot-gun at Peter. "I can't let ya do that. She means a great deal to me."

"It's done, just go outside the window."

Pulling out his pocket watch Peter shifted it back into a gun and fired a barrage of bullets before turning around and running for the window.

"After him!"

Bullets were fired but he managed to dodge them with ease. Jumping over the bed he kicked the window open, shielding the girl from the glass. With a quick roll they were once again on the street. Right across the germ infested thing was the hole, the size of a bathtub and was getting smaller as the moments passed. Holding the girl tighter he ran off the sidewalk, a few more shots being fired, one managing to clip his shoulder. It felt like someone had managed to stab him in the shoulder with a burning hot knife. Hissing he turned back around and fired at the pursuers. The first man was shot down easily while the second had a hole in the gut. The last man dropped his gun, his hands raising up as he backed away slowly.

Smirking Peter continued on until he finally managed to get to the hole. Flexing his legs he jumped down and felt just a tug of regret when he remembered Alice. That is until he looked down at the fragile cargo in his arms. It had been a long while since his hand left her eyes and now they were staring straight up at him. They were a pale blue that were shaky and broken as if she was let down timeand again. Under the left one was a cut that was just healing while the right one had a black eye. Putting a hand back over them he continued down to his destination.

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A/N: And that is the remake! I hope you all enjoyed that!