Disclaimer: I do not own Adventures in Wonderland or American McGee's Alice or any of the characters that appear in this fanfiction.

I've been juggling with this idea for a while, but I just now realized how much I wanted to write a fanfiction about it. I thought it would be interesting to see what happened when the dark story of American McGee's Alice met the happier, more upbeat Disney television show and this is my interpretation of that- with some of my own twists tossed into the mix. I'll be writing this at the same time as my "Return of the Copy-Catter Hatter" fic but don't worry, I'll finish that one first before I go too deep into this one.


Nothing seemed particularly out of place that day as Alice strolled down the path to the Mad Hatter's house. She was meeting all her Wonderland friends there for a special tea party. When she arrived, she found them all sitting around the large table laughing and talking. They all greeted her when she arrived and she took a seat next to the Queen of Hearts.

"Wake up, Dormy!" the March Hare said, tapping the teapot sitting in the middle of the table, "It's time for the tea party!"

Dormouse popped out of his teapot and yawned, "I wasn't asleep. I heard every word you guys said…" He drifted off and lay asleep on the side of the pot.

"I say we should begin with a riddle," the Queen suggested.

Alice blinked with surprise, "Really your majesty?"

"I've got one!" The Mad Hatter put his feet on the table, ignoring Alice, "Why is a raven like a writing desk?"

"What?" Alice turned to the Tweedles to see if they had the answer but the two of them were sitting back-to-back, arms crossed and faces askance.

"I'm not speaking to you until you admit you spoiled my rattle!" Tweedledum exclaimed, "Absolutely nohow!"

"Contrariwise!" Tweedledee replied, "I didn't even touch your rattle!"

Alice was confused. Her friends were acting very strangely. She turned to the Walrus and the Duchess, hoping that they would be more of their normal selves. However she found that they had struck up a conversation about oysters and morals. Behind them, the Caterpillar sat in a corner by himself smoking a hookah. Alice did a double take; when on earth did Caterpillar begin smoking?

"Something's coming Alice."

She whipped her head around and became face-to-face with the Cheshire Cat. His grin appeared malevolent instead of its usual friendliness, "Better run."

Alice's breathe quickened and she began to feel uneasy. "What do you mean?"

The overpowering sound of breaking glass filled her ears and a powerful gust of wind slammed into her side, knocking her out of her chair. Teacups flew and smashed on the ground around her and the table was overturned. Alice slowly stood and pain shot through her arms. Examining them, she saw that they had been sliced by pieces of broken mirror. Several of them were still imbedded in her flesh. She yanked them out one and a time, moaning with anguish at every pull.

When her arms were clear, she turned to see what had happened to her friends. But all she saw was the Queen of Hearts towering in front of her. The Queen's face had become distorted with a murderous look. Black robes were climbing up her red garbs and it her hand she held an axe. Opening her mouth just a sliver, she whispered four terrifying words that sent cold shivers down Alice's spine.

"Off with your head."

"Your Majesty!" Alice gasped and backed away. The Queen raised her axe and Alice screamed and turned to run. She bumped into the White Rabbit. He stared at her with panic in his eyes and grabbed her shoulders.

"Alice, run!"

"Rabbit, what's happening?"

"Get out of the house Alice!"

"What?" Before he could answer, a wall of red flames separated them and Rabbit disappeared.

"Rabbit?!"

"Hatter, what are you doing?"

Alice whipped around and saw that the flames had spread throughout the forest and had crept up the walls of Hatter's house. In the shadows cast on the enormous top hat, she saw the silhouette of the Mad Hatter his arms slowly raising a blade into the air.

"Dormouse, run!" Hare shouted frantically, "Get out of here!"

"I can't see anything passed the fire!" Dormouse called back.

"Someone find Alice!" Rabbit's voice sounded miles away.

This was more than Alice could bear. She turned away from the horrid scene and ran.

"Yes Alice!" Rabbit urged, "Keep going, and don't look back!"

Alice hardly heard him; she was more worried about getting home. The fire was following, and gaining pace, along with screams of horror and bloodshed. She suddenly became aware of the tears streaking down her face.

Then she was home. She was lying on the ground of her bedroom, eyes closed. When she opened them, she saw her room ablaze. Alice whirled around and saw that her beloved mirror had fallen… and shattered.

"No…" she breathed. This couldn't be happening. Her mirror, her portal to her own wonderful Wonderland, was gone. No, she wouldn't believe it was happening!

A distressed meow brought her back to reality. She gasped, "Dinah!" Alice scrambled to her feet and searched frantically for her cat. The smoke and heat was beginning to overcome her, she wasn't sure how long she could last before…

"Dinah!" Alice sighed in relief as she found her cat under her bed. The cat clung to Alice with her claws and she winced.

"We have to go, Dinah! Don't worry, everything's fine now!" Alice yelled over the blaze, even though it was more to calm herself than her cat. She burst through her half-burnt door and dashed through the house.

"Mom! Dad!" She screamed. "Where are you?!"

"Run Alice!"

She stopped. That was Rabbit's voice, and it had come from her parents' room. Surely he couldn't have come back with her? Filled with hope and doubt of either her parents or Rabbit being behind the bedroom door, she turned the handle and opened it. What emerged was nothing she could have imagined.

The inside of the room was nothing but darkness. Out of the black surfaced a large, ugly head of a winged monster. Its fangs were huge and its claws ripped open the floor, bringing out more fire. The monster took a deep breath and roared, exhaling a stream of black flames which surrounded Alice. She screamed and Dinah struggled out of her grasp. The monster reared up as if to strike at Alice but she lunged out of the way of its mouth and sprinted to the front door of the house.

The horrible creature followed her. She cried out for her parents.

"Mom! Dad! ......Anybody!"

There was the front door. The abominable monster was nearly feet away from her now, its jaws eager to bite and its claws ready to catch.

Putting all her weight into the wood, Alice slammed into the door. It broke and she found herself flailing through the air and into the snow. She stood and began to run again but only made it a few feet before she collapsed on the ground.

Alice wailed, curled up in the snow, and cried. She could hear the crackling of the burning wood, the sirens of the approaching fire trucks, her parents screams from inside the house, and the monster's roar ringing in her ears.

Then she heard a voice. It was far off and unrecognizable, but she knew it…

What's wrong Alice?

My parents are… gone…

What else is wrong Alice?

Something's… broken…

What's broken Alice?

Alice looked up and saw the monster burst through the roof of her house. With its jaws open wide, it lunged at her, ready to end her life in that second. She held up her arm in a meager attempt to defend herself. Death would come…

Alice woke abruptly and sat up in her bed. She was crying and her heart was pounding in her chest as if it wanted to burst out. She clutched the sheets and looked around and the familiar white room. All seemed well.

But it wasn't. She had relived that horrible day again and again through her nightmares. Why couldn't it let her go? Why couldn't it leave her alone? It had happened years ago!

Alice climbed out of the bed and stared at her reflection in the mirror hanging on the wall. She reached out with a scarred arm and touched the surface. She pushed on it. She put the other hand on it and pushed harder. Why couldn't she go through? Why couldn't she go back? There must have been more than one mirror!

What's broken Alice?

Scowling, Alice punched the mirror again and again until it shattered, leaving her knuckles bloody. Without the missing glass her reflection was incomplete… broken.

"I am."