AN: Consider this sort of a beta test for myself. This is based off of speculation on Tim Burton's "Alice in Wonderland"'s characters and takes place in an Alternate Universe. Reviews and critiques are greatly enjoyed! Anyway I do hope you enjoy this little work of mine and depending on feedback I might continue it.
Disclaimer: These characters belong to the brilliant minds of Lewis Carroll and Tim Burton! Of whom I am neither...but I do know Carroll's great great great grandson! xD (at least I think it's only three greats...)
It was a strange thing to watch. The boy paced back and forth, back and forth, sitting on the hopelessly patch worked quilt of his bed only stand up moments later to begin the calmly restless motion.
Back and forth
To and fro.
Here to there.
A never ending cycle, like the tormented waves in the ocean, destined to crash upon the earth for all of time (though he was not changing the surface of the earth-- for now.).
Suddenly the motion stopped. A curly orange topped head stretched forward slightly, like a bloodhound that'd caught the scent of a rabbit, too green eyes widen, staring into the empty space of the doorway. The only discernible motion was the slight rise and fall of his chest as he took in breaths and the slight twitch of his fingers
Without warning, the invisible ice that had seemingly froze him in place shattered and he was bounding forward, through the door and down the stairs, he flew through the wide shop front, ignoring the bright colors, the silk, the thread, the felt, the madness that called to him from all around in his race to the front door.
He flung the main door wide, and it slammed against the outer wall, the slight tinkle of the shops bell barely heard over the loud crash. The copper head turned. Left. Right. Left. Right. LeftRightLeftRightRightLeft.
A few passer bys had glanced up when he had appeared, but when they had seen him, they had looked away, turning back to their nice sensible worlds, shunning the anomalies of their society as always,
Minuet, maybe hours passed (time had never really held meaning for him). Then suddenly the tension in his frame was gone, the vivid excitement and apprehension in his unusual eyes fading, the paleness of his skin darkening with sadness as his entire body seemed to deflate.
It wasn't her.
She had not come.
Not come. Should come. Wouldn't come. Couldn't come.
It was in that moment he knew, with out a doubt that they had stolen her from him. That they had taken her away and she shouldn't, wouldn't, couldn't come back
She has forgotten.
And with that, he turned and disappeared into his master's shop with a merry twinkling of a bell.
Again reviews are most welcome!
*~Fatal Nocturne~*
