So, after seeing Sucker Punch and Alice in Wonderland, this story just sort of came to me in a dream, literally. I was just so inspired that I had to share this with the rest of the world. This is my first attempt at a third person narrator, so bear with me here. If I screwed up, I'm sorry.

By the way, this story is very symbolic, so try to keep an open mind and see the parallelism between characters.

Summary: Brittany takes a fall and stumbles upon a new world called Wonderland. Now she must embark on a journey of self-discovery to find her way back home and defeat the Red Queen and Black King. It will require great sacrifice, but the reward is perfect victory and freedom.

Disclaimer: Do not own Glee, Sucker Punch, or Alice in Wonderland.


Music blared from the speakers, releasing pulsing beats and harsh rhythms. Lights flashed, bright and blinding, as strobe lights and sparklers lit up the room. Cannons exploded, releasing confetti that fell like snow, shimmering blood red snow. Feet stomped on the floor like drums in a methodical beat as hands clapped and voices yelled, resounding in false cheer and excitement. A set of cold, blue-green eyes followed every movement, scrutinizing every movement with harsh analysis and criticism. To an outsider, this whole situation would seem surreal, primal even, with all these bodies flying around haphazardly yet with purpose. All the accessories that added to the spectacle just seemed out of place, as if too much was going on at once. For some, this was crazy.

Not for her.

She did not simply move as the others did, going through the motions, aiming to please. She danced. Every movement had feeling. Every motion was fluid and connected to the last. Every smile, every laugh, every display of emotion was heartfelt and genuine. She danced as to please herself, as if she was the only person in the room at that moment. In that moment, she felt free.

She felt free.

The reality was that she was just as caged as her companions, caught in a dance for someone else's glory. The iron bars might not have been visible, but they were there. Their shadows still made their way into her life time and time again. Every time her leader had asked for something, she had to retrieve it. Every request, every order, usually dripping with venom and disdain, made her feel restrained, caged in servitude to an ungrateful and unsympathetic leader.

Yet she still danced.

Like always, she floated around, hitting every mark and moving right on cue. When it came time for the final stunt, an extremely difficult turn in the air, she stood ready as her teammates supported her as they always had. Breaking her concentration, she looked to them both, one with hazel eyes hiding a shyness behind a front of confidence and another with dark eyes hiding a pain so profound buried deep under a jaded attitude. She had completely trusted both of them. Best friends. Together for as long as she could remember. She lightly kicked off the ground, bracing herself for the rush of wind to help her fly through the air.

Then, her leader pressed a button. A large boom of cannons accompanied a frenzied array of fire and sparklers that exploded harsher and more immensely than usual. As she twirled through the air, she heard gasps and cries of outrage and shock. She closed her eyes, taking in the rush of the wind against her face before she had to face the harsh reality of the world within a cage. As much as she loved that feeling, that rush, she knew it had to end sooner or later.

But it didn't.

She kept falling, but that feeling, that rush, faded away, as did many other elements of reality. Some of her memories, her sense of the world around her seemed lost and distant from her mind. She opened her eyes, but she still could only see darkness. Bands of color swirled around her, colliding with her skin and swirling like ribbons, enfolding her. At some point, she stopped falling and started drifting lower and lower, as if she had suddenly fallen into an invisible ocean and was floating to the bottom. She saw a light in the distance, and it grew closer and closer until she could see that it was a chandelier, golden and glass with gemstones and jewels that sent forth the ribbons of colors that met her before. Her feet gentle found their way to a checkered black and white floor. Her head was a little hazy, and she took a moment to compose herself, and when she had, she found herself in a room with a half melted table and a chair leaning on its side with only three legs. There was much more broken and incomplete pieces of furniture lying around, but what surprised her the most was when she looked down and noticed that her red and white uniform had turned navy blue. The paneling of her skirt was still the same, but her shirt had merged completely with her skirt to form a dress with short sleeves. She thought that she resembled a cross between a sailor, a waitress, and a school girl all rolled into one. Her ponytail had somehow morphed into two low riding pig tails, and her shoes had turned into a pair of modest, black ballerina flats accompanied with thin white knee high socks.

As she stood there, examining her new appearance, she noticed something move behind one of the broken dressers. She looked around as she inched closer and closer until a man, who looked like a cross between a man and a giant Panda, roughly eight feet all, wearing a red overcoat blazer, a top hat, and a monocle, jumped out and stared at her straight in the eye. They both paused for a minute. She was in shock, while he was simply stood there, staring.

Finally, he took out a pocket watch, pointed to it, and gentle whispered, "You're late."

She looked at him, trying to think of what to say, when he suddenly took off in a huff, scurrying to a door that didn't seem to be there before. He opened the door with his paw somehow, and as she followed him through the doorway, she stopped and took a moment to stare, amazed at what lied beyond the doorway.

She found herself in a jungle, splashed with colorful plants and animals. The dark hues of reds and blues seemed foreign yet somehow familiar. She slowly turned to take in all the sights and sounds of the area, noticing all the wonderful and spectacular things around her. Then, the door behind her abruptly shut and suddenly flew away into the sky in a rush of wind. She stood there, baffled by the unbelievable situation she's found herself in.

Then she spotted the Pandaman again, still pointing at his pocket watch. He ran off again, and she followed suit in interest and in instinct. She just followed him deeper and deeper through the trees and bushes, bobbing and weaving as if she were in a dance. She sped up, getting caught up in the rhythm in the chase until she ran into the Pandaman's furry back, not noticing that he had stopped. She started to fall, but the Panda caught her, holding her gently and safely in his thick furry arms. He placed her back on her feet, and she smiled at him. He smiled back and took her hand, leading her up to a humble yet astonishing manor. The bricks were multicolor, pastel and greatly contrasted against the dim shades of the surrounding fauna.

He led her up the steps and through the front door. The interior was adorned with very expensive and fancy looking decor. The carpet was lush and soft. The furniture was made of very sleek and shiny wood. Chandeliers, much like the one she found in that room of broken furniture, hung from the ceiling, giving the room a look of such majesty and class. The panda led her through the halls and into a dining room with crimson curtains obscuring the natural light of day. There was a dining table with a bountiful feast of cakes and and cookies displayed on fine china. A modest blond girl in a fluffy red and white party dress and adorned with hearts sat quietly and downcast at the table. Curiously, she had mouse ears and a mouse tail, but what was really eye-catching was the fact that she had a familiar quality about her, especially in the eyes. The young girl could have sworn that she had seen those hazel eyes before. Across from her, a girl drinking tea and laughing in hysterics was finding it hard to contain herself in her chair. She had a loose pink party gown on that was decorated with golden stars, a rabbit's tail sticking out from the back, and mangy brown rabbit ears sticking out from her unkempt wavy brown hair.

The mousy girl looked up shyly while the rabbit girl just kept on laughing. The Pandaman waddled towards a huge red chair turned away from the table. He bent over and whispered to someone who apparently had been sitting there. Then suddenly, the chair quickly turned around to reveal and pale man with rosy red cheeks and wearing a fabulous top hat. He had on a sleek suit and had countless scarves adorning every part of his body. He just sat in his chair, staring back at the newcomer with intense eyes and a curious look on his face. Then he smiled and got up, floating around the room towards the girl. He circled her, looking her up and down, and the girl just stood there, not afraid but strangely comfortable. The Scarved Man then clapped his hands together, catching her attention, and then gracefully bowed.

"Welcome, my dear," he said with a smile and a charming British accent. "We've been waiting for you."

She looked at him curiously. "You, you have?"

He rose and gently took her hand. "Why yes, my dear. Of course!" He then led her to the table, finding a chair in between the mousy girl and his big red chair. "Come, come! Please sit, we have much to talk about."

The Pandaman pulled out the chair for both her and his apparent master and proceeded to wheel a cart full of steaming tea pots and pots of sugar and cream to the table. The Scarved Man simply stared at her with a wide smile, a smile that was neither creepy nor overbearing, while his Pandaman prepared his tea. When the Pandaman had finished, he placed his hand on the Pandaman's cheek and kissed him gently on the cheek, causing the Pandaman to blush intensely. He then proceeded to prepare the newcomer's tea with shaky hands, undoubtedly caused by the gesture of the Scarved Man.

They sat there quietly for a while as the Scarved Man continued to stare while humbly sipping his tea. The Mousy Girl just continued to look shyly down while the Rabbit girl just kept laughing hysterically. The blond newcomer just sat there, thinking that this situation should feel awkward, but surprisingly, she was refreshingly calm.

Finally, the Scarved Man spoke up. "I suppose you are wondering why you are hear, my dear." The girl just nodded politely. The man smirked. "And I suppose you are wondering where 'here' actually is, correct?" Again, she nodded politely. "Well, my dear, you are in the fantastic land of Wonderland." He paused in reverence at the name of his homeland.

"Wonderland?"

"Yes, Wonderland. Amazing, is it not?" She nodded. "Yes, well, you should see see us in our usual state. For the past few years, this land has been ravaged by a terrible war."

The young girl looked puzzled. She thought back to what she had just witnessed about her surroundings and had not seen any indication of any war whatsoever. Even as she looked out the window right then, she still wouldn't have thought that the land was even in trouble.

"I know it may seem hard to believe," said the Scarved Man, as if reading her thoughts, "but we truly are at war. You see, long ago, Wonderland had three rulers: the Red King, the Black King, and the White King. Together, the three of them could rule over the vast lands of magic and wonder with a firm but kind rule, for one person simply cannot bear the responsibility of rule alone. When these kings died, they left the kingdom to their children, and when they died, they left the kingdom to their children, and so on. As time grew on though, the Red and Black rulers began to grow complacent. The power went to their heads, and they started abusing their power. As such, the White rulers needed to find a way to keep the powers in line. So, in one generation, a wise White King evoked the power of the natural elements to increase his power and sovereignty. He put the other two rulers in their places and became absolute ruler while the Red and Black Kings served under him. In a fit of rage, the Red and Black Kings conspired against him, effectively taking his life using their own divine magical powers, but the White King was still able to take the lives of the Red and Black Kings as well. That left the Red King's daughter, the Black King's Son, and the White King's daughter to rule. Outraged at their parents' death, the Red Princess and the Black Prince blamed each other, as well as the White King's daughter, for the deaths. As such, the Red Princess and the Black Prince declared war on each other, using every resource their parents left them to destroy each other. The White Princess, who was still very, very young, a lot younger than the teenage Prince and Princess, was scared, and in self-preservation, used her unbridled and pure powers to isolate herself within the highest peak in Wonderland. Doing so took immense magic power, and as such, the relics of her magic were dispersed over the vast regions of Wonderland and guarded by magical creatures so that neither the Red Princess nor the Black Prince can use them. It has been a decade since."

The Scarved man took a sip of his tea and eyed the young girl. "I suppose that you are wondering how you fit in to this story."

The young girl, who was listening attentively, was caught off guard by this assertion. "I, I suppose..."

The Scarved Man, with great grace and poise, rose and drifted off into another room, gesturing for her to follow. She rose, as did the Mousy girl, and followed him into the next room while the Rabbit girl stayed in the dining room. The other room was adorned with shelves upon shelves of books and vials of multicolored liquids, ingredients of some sort, and a whole bunch of other things. The Scarved Man led them to a huge crystal glass, resting on a large table in the center of the room. He gracefully waved his hand over the glass, and a bunch of runes and symbols appeared. Eventually, the image that really caught the young girl's eyes was a picture of a young girl in pigtails and a blue dress, holding a sword and facing a two headed dragon and a giant behemoth of some sorts. The girl resembled her exactly.

"It has been prophesied that a young girl would come to liberate the White Princess and help her re-estabilsh her rule." The young girl looked at the Scarved man in shock. "And that young girl is you."

The young girl wanted to deny it. She wanted to claim that no, she wasn't the person they were waiting for, but after looking at the glass with the prophesy clearly displaying her battling two beasts of prey, she couldn't deny that it was indeed her, no matter how much she wished it wasn't so.

"Wait, wait, this can't be! I just got here in this 'Wonderland' of yours, and it's a really nice place, in all, but I just really want to go home."

"I realized that you are scared. I realized that this may be something that you do not want to do, but there are many lives in trouble. Children are being enslaved. Animals are being used for cruel and unusual entertainment. The plants even seem to be loosing their luster. There are many lives at stake here." He grasped her hands and pleaded. "Please, please help us."

Seeing the genuine sadness in his eyes, the young girl couldn't resist. She gently nodded, and the Scarved man just embraced her with pure joy and gratitude.

He released her, and turned again to the crystal glass. He waved his hand again, and the image changed to a map. "This journey will not be easy. There are many creatures that wish you ill on this journey. You will have to travel to the four main regions of Wonderland beyond this jungle in order to obtain all the things you will need to liberate the Princess. In all, this will require five things: a ring, an amulet, a rope, and a key. These are the relics of the natural elements that the White King used to defeat the other two rulers. They are what the White Princess used to isolate herself, and all are needed to liberate her."

The young girl looked at him questioningly. "But you said five things."

The Scarved Man's smiled wavered for a little bit. "Yes, I did. The last thing is a mystery." She looked at him puzzled. "By now, the White Princess should be of age to use her powers to fight back against the Red Princess, now Queen, and the Black Prince, now King, and send them back into servitude, yet she has remained in isolation. Something must be wrong with the Princess, and when you get to her, it is up to you to figure out what else is need to re-establish her rule."

There was a crash outside the manor. The Scarved Man's smile faded completely. "Oh no, the King and Queen's spies, they must have notified them of your presence here in Wonderland!" He turned to a trunk and dug through it to find a scroll and a sword in sheath. "This is a map of Wonderland and a sacred sword of the White Kingdom. I wish I could help you on your journey, but I am needed elsewhere." He gestured towards the Mousy Girl. "My friend shall guide you through Wonderland and inform you of what exactly it is you need to do, but right now, you must be on your way." He led them to a secret door that lead to an underground tunnel. "Make haste, young maidens! This journey is treacherous. It will require a great sacrifice, but its reward is perfect freedom." At another boom, he pushed them further. "Go now!"

At that the Mousy Girl took the young girls hand and led her through the tunnel. The tunnel was short and led to an opening a few meters away from the manor, which the two girls could see was completely under attack. The Mousy Girl just continued to lead her forward until they were at least a mile away from the manor. The Mousy Girl panted, catching her breath when they stopped. She looked up shyly at the young girl, also catching her breath. The young girl smiled at her and held out her hand.

"I'm Brittany by the way."

The Mousy Girl looked cautiously at her. Then she took her hand shyly and shook gently. "My name is Quiana."


Well, what do you think? Too much, or what? Please Review and respond with your commentary, opinions, criticism, etc.

Also, tell me who you think each character represents in the real world. I'm interested to see if I made it clear enough.