Chapter 1
Hatter:The Visitor
In a small apartment close to down town St. Louis a young man was sleeping. His shoulder length brown hair was a tangled mess over his pillow while his lengthy frame was curled in a ball. His normally soft face was twisted in to an expression of fear. He muttered something in his sleep before flipping on his back, sweat covered his face and chest. He was having the same dream he has had every night for the past 5 years since he was 20. That strange dream with the beautiful girl and a cat that could smile.
A sharp knock on the front door made the man suddenly pulled him out of that wonderful yet horrid dream world. He looked at the clock before letting out a curse. It was 3:30 in the morning. He flung his legs over the side of the bed and pulled on a pair of gray sweat pants from the floor. As he walked through the some what empty apartment he ran a course hand through his hair. The person at the door knocked again.
"Hold on! I'm coming," The long haired man shouted before whispering to himself, "Who the hell could this be?"
He opened the door to find a stout man dressed in a white suit holding a gold pocket watch in one hand and a black brief case in the other.
"About time," The stout man closed his pocket watch, "Are you James?"
"Um, yeah," James shuffled his feet.
"We need to talk. May I come in?"
James nodded his head before stepping aside for the stranger to come in. The stout man paused to take a look at the apartment. It was small and dark with very little furniture or belongings. The few that were visible were plain: a painting of a mountain, a small beige couch, small tv, and a coffee table littered with trash were all that adorned the first room. The kitchen was hardly ever used and the bathroom had old clothes on the floor and a towel on the hook behind the door. The stout man took a seat on the couch and crossed his legs.
"James, your Queen needs your help again."