You may know the story of Alice yes the one with wonderland. But do you know what happened after that? Alice left yes, but the dream was going to vanish like all dreams before it, but it said to itself. I don't want to vanish I don't want to vanish like this. Is there some way for me to prevent my disappearance? Then an idea came to the little dream; What if I trap all the boys, and girls that I lure in and they can never leave then I won't just simply vanish. The dream was excited for this was a perfect idea, but this time it would not be a girl the dream would capture this time oh no, it would be two boys, and two girls this time, and they would never leave. Alive that is.
Its eleven o'clock in the after noon, our first victim to fall is Devon; he is in high school eleventh grade not really much of a believer in fairy tales. But this boy is about to find out how much those fairy tales can be true, and how much they can hurt you.
Devon was anxious school was almost done with; right now it was lunch time just three more classes, just three more, and he would be free to go home. Devon was supposed to go to lunch with his friend Jordan, and his brother Taylor, But for some reason Jordan had not been at school today, and Taylor wanted to be alone with his girlfriend. Devon didn't mind being alone; but being alone, and thinking was not such a good thing. So to distract himself he walked to the lake that was just across the street from the school that he liked to go too, he walked down across the street and found that being there was even more boring so he decided that maybe a nap would do him some good. He found a tree close to the lakes water where he could relax, and that kept the beating summer heat out of the way from his delicate translucent skin.
Devon checked his phone to see what time it was, and it was only eleven O five lunch ended at eleven thirty. Time seemed to be moving slowly that day, and that was a bit irritating, but at least he knew he could get some sleep that he had been missing. He was about ready to nod off; when in front of his very own eyes he saw a cat standing on two legs like a human! Devon thought he was dreaming he rubbed his eyes and took another look; the cat was staring at the lake that was a few feet away from the tree. The cat turned, saw Devon and looked back at him shocked. Devon moved into a position with his knees on the ground, and one hand supporting his front with his other hand out in front one finger pointing at the cat. Devon was tempted to poke the human like cat.
"I would not act on that urge boy that is unless you want to get bitten..." The human like cat spoke.
Devon jumped, falling back on his rear." Y-you talked..." His eyes went wide. "But cats can't talk!"
"The ones you see can't... any way do you know the way to wonderland?"
"Huh what's wonderland?, what the hell you talking about?"
"Oh never mind I'll find it myself..." The human cat then looked around, running just when its ears perked up.
"Hey wait what the hell are you?" Devon called. The cat was running up the hillside that had led down to the lake.
Devon felt like he knew he was going to regret making this decision later, but he wanted to fallow the human like cat, and fallow the cat he did. The cat ran to a small island in the middle of the lake that was for the most part deserted, or so Devon thought.
The human like cat rushed over the Lions Island Bridge, and he ran holding his top hat, and black steel ruby topped cane. The bridge had two statues of lions on ether side of the bridges entrance gate, the gates to the island where open not unusual for the time of day. The cat ran to the edge of the island and he stopped before hitting the water. Devon stopped in a group of bushes that was about ten feet from where the cat stopped.
The cat knew that Devon was behind him, but he had been ignored him on purpose. The cat turned to the lake lifted his black-steel, ruby topped cane, so that his arm, and the cane, Where pointing straight forward. The cat turned his arm, and cane 90 Degrees, and a slight clicking sound came form the air that it made it seem like the cat had opened a lock on the door. Devon watched in silence, a transparent door appeared; it was like looking threw a crystal out line of a door everything about it was see threw the crystal door opened in the air. All Devon could see throw the door was a Victorian made chair, and a vintage wine chest. Devon didn't pay much attention to the cat at the time then out of Devon's mouth come;
"This can't be true, that is not real." He said his raspy voice in a whisper. Devon had walked out of the bushes without even knowing it, he looked at the open door and with amazement starred at it.
"Oh but it is." A familiar voice came from behind.
Devon turned around it was the Victorian dressed cat; "what are you doing there? You where just-" Devon turned back to where the Victorian cat was, and he was not there any more.
"Well Devon you might want to step threw the portal now." The Victorian cat suggested
"What? How do you know my name?" Devon Demanded
"That's going to be saved for a later date, for now-"The cat was cut off.
"No you weird cat thing you going to tell me now."
The Victorian cat sighed. "The least I will give you my name. It's Victor." Then the cat turned around headed to the Portal.
Devon had started running after the cat." No wait you going to tell me what I want-" Devon was cut off when the cat tripped him into the portal, and before he even had time to get up the portal shut.
Devon hit the brick ground pretty hard, the floor was made of brick so of course he got up, and blood was pouring from his forehead. Devon looked forward where the portal was leading and back where the portal had taken him. He only saw endless hall. He got up, and to his right was the wine chest, and Victorian made chair that had butterfly print on it; he looked to his left and there was a small flower it looked like a lily. Devon knelt down in front of it looking down at its roots planted in it was under bricks the plant look a little dry he wanted to give it water but there was none around. He thought long, and hard, he thought that maybe the wine chest would have some. He opened the wine chest it creaked as it opened slowly, But all there was, was brandy, moonshine, wine, and scotch. He didn't find anything other then alcohol, but he thought in his head. Well a portion of alcohol is water maybe that would work. He took the bottle that was labeled brandy out. Devon took off the top of the brandy first, not sure what to do after he poured it on the plant. He turned back to the wine chest when a small voice came from the little plants direction it said;
"Please sir a little more of that Brandy." The voice was weak like a small child.
"Huh? Who is there?" Devon dropped the bottle, and the glass broke.
"Oh it's gone." The voice was high pitched now with a sad tone. "Please sir, get the bottle of Moonshine. Hurry." The voice came again.
Devon looked down to see that the small lily had grown a face, the two eyes (if that's what you would have called them) resting on two petals that where adjacent to each other. The mouth the plant used to speak was made of two other petals horizontally adjacent to each other moving up, and down when the little plant spoke. The plant was colored in white magenta purple, and a tint of yellow in its petals. Devon stared down at this little thing, and was trying to put reality in to perspective, but the more he thought the more his brain could not comprehend the way this little lily flower worked.
"Sir I do not have time for your starring game please get me the moonshine." The little lily flower pleaded.
He turned around, and knelt down to the chest he opened the chest and scanned the chest for the moonshine. He found the blue bottle labeled moonshine, and grabbed it he turned back to the little lily flower, and he had the bottle in his hands then stopped what was he supposed to do with this?
"Sir please pours that bottle on me now I can help you get out of here, out of the wine corridor." The lily pleaded again.
"Wait what is this place? Why am I here? How was that cat talking, and wearing those strange clothes?" Devon looked demanding; he was just confused as he has ever been.
"Talking cat, with strange clothes?" The lily looked at Devon in deep thought. "Oh you must mean Victor the Victorian cat. He was sent on a mission to find the four card players." The lily smiled, and shook its head humbly.
"Wait Card Players?" Devon looked confused again.
The flower looked at Devon for a moment; he didn't look like any one the flower had seen around here. Devon's black hair stood right out, along with his crystal blue eyes, his pale skin, and his rather unnatural skinny body. This man would have been some one that the flower would have recognized had the little flower seen him before.
Devon felt quit uncomfortable with the little flower starring at him, like he was a mannequin in an exhibitor's hall. The flower continued to look him up and down, Devon stood up, and being just less than six feet tall he hit his head on the wine corridor's sealing. The flower laughed a little at the boy's misfortune with being tall; Devon looked down on the flower with an angry frown. Devon put his hands in the united pocket of his sweat jacket, and then began to think with his head hunched down.
This is all impossible, a talking cat, and talking flower that lives off alcohol…. He was getting more, and more confused by the second. He then knelt down to the flower again, and he looked deep in to the flowers eyes (if that's what you would call them) and squinted his own half closed eyes. "Can you get me out of this…Wine Corridor?" He asked sternly
"Yes I can." The little plant took a small gulp, the little plant was scare Devon could see it in the little things eyes.
"Good now point the way." Devon attempted to scoop up the little plant but then the little plant shouted
"Wait you can't just scoop me up." The little planted said with anger.
"And why is that?"
"Cause you'll kill me if you do."
Devon sighed, "What the hell do you mean?" Devon asked pressing the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index finger while squeezing his eyes shut.
"Haven't you planted anything in your life dear sir? Every one knows that if you plant a plant then after four days you tear it out you will kill it." The plant moved its leafs to its stem like a human would do if they where angry.
Devon didn't have time for this he was not going to let some stupid plant keep him down here; "I'm tired of this game, I'm going to leave you here then." Devon walked away.
"NO WAIT PLEASE." The plant pleaded. "I want to go back up to the green earth that is my home, and see the great trees they are my friends. Please take me with you." The small little plant began to weep small tears that looked more like nectar. But Devon still felt a little compassion for the small thing.
"Fine what do I need to do?" Devon said walking back to the little plant.
"Well you need to get one of the bottles first."
Devon looked to the side, and picked up the moonshine bottle he had dumped a small portion on the little flower. He picked it up, the bottles blue glass shining in the dim firelight; the bottle looked phenomenal, maybe even beautiful to him. He turned back to the little for more instructions.
"Now place the bottle to your right" Devon did so.
The little plant then picked itself up from the brick floor, and walked over to the blue crystal bottle he crawled to the top of the bottle then sank itself so that it could reach the liquid inside. The plant looked comfortable enough; Devon picked it up and started walking.