Hatter looked up at the Queen of Hearts, hands in shackles and hat on his head. He was gonna die, he knew that, but he was hoping he wouldn't. He looked up at the queen through his black hair and gave a slight shiver, despite his rather large jacket.
"What do you have to say for yourself?"
"Erm…"
That was all that he could really say or think- Erm. His manacled hands wrung each other, having to substitute for Dormouse's neck. That was his overall limit- anger at Dormy and 'erm'. He supposed that there was a plan somewhere in his head, formulating, calculating, something else ending in –ing, I'm sure. He just wasn't paying attention to it.
He rolled his hazel eyes, wishing she would finish.
"Now would you like to say something?"
"Screw you!" he snapped.
One of the Card Guards started for him just after that. Hatter slammed both of his fists into the guy's nose, which broke, spurting scarlet blood. Hatter snatched the keys up from the man's belt and jammed one of them into the lock of his cuffs. They fell off in a snap. He gave a small shout of joy that morphed into that of terror.
"Oh…Erm. Hi, gents?" said Hatter pleasantly to the bulky men surrounding him.
Now he was really gonna die.
"I'll just be going n-"
"OFF WITH HIS HEAD!"
Yup, gonna die. A fist came towards his head.
All was black.
