Alistair stepped up to the mirror and placed his hand on the cold glass that fogged to his touch. His hand slowly entered the glass as the gem stone on his ring glowed seven different colors as he entered the glass she shouted at him once more.

"Please be careful its not how they make it out to be in the stories it is a much, much darker place Alistair and beware as the people are far from friendly in this new darker Wonderland." she said as he fell through the looking glass.

The clouds were dark and gray all light seemed to be a faded memory in the back of his mind. He looked as a wave of energy swirled around him his hair growing to his shoulders turning a jet black as he fell his clothes changing as he neared the ground which looked to be stained in blood and rubble. His feet landed on the ground as he looked at where he was the broken marble buildings and armor laying in pools of blood it was what seemed to be a battlefield. Just then a voice spoke through the ear piece that she had given him before his departure;

"It wasn't a battle just so you know," she said practically reading his thoughts, "it was a massacre the first of the Queens tasks was hunting down all who helped Alice before," she paused before speaking again gently saying, "even her own sister."

"Crap she really has lost it then," He said looking at his new threads, "so how did it all start I thought she was supposed to be banished forever."

"Banished not dead and the bloody big head after her first attempt at coming back resulted in her losing an arm thanks to her comrade dying on her she ripped her own arm off to get rid of the dead weight then fed his body to the wild animals." she said as he continued to walk through the massacred bodies of the white queens people. "she still has his skull on display at her old castle if I'm not mistaken."

"Sickening but if you want me to save Alice before she's executed I suggest you tell me where she IS!" he said screaming at the earpiece.

Just as he did so he heard sobbing coming from over the hill, as he crept over he saw the cause of it a man in a bloodstained suit holding a ridiculously big top hat in front of him and standing over a grave that read March Hare. Alistair instantly realized the only person it could possibly be was the Mad Hatter, he stood slowly walking towards the hatter who continued sobbing.

…..

The hatter stood and cried for his dead friend, the queens royal guard had come hunting for the survivors who had teamed up with A.L.I.C.E. and found March on patrol as the hatter had come to relieve him so he could rest, the Jack of Hearts decapitated him and smiled from behind that accursed mask of hers dropping the hares head in front of the hatter. The hatter had lost it and as the Jack had fled he slaughtered the members of her group only missing her with his claymore by only an hair of a swing. He paused gritting his teeth at the fact that he had not only lost his best friend but the Bloody Red Queen had also captured the Resistances only chance of winning, Alice herself. As he paused he heard footsteps approaching him as he stood mourning his friend. His claymore was stabbed in the tree a few feet away, he gently placed his hat on his head as a bursting aura of madness erupted from him his face broken into a smile worn by a insane asylum patient, he quick stepped and grabbed hold of the handle ripping it from the tree and kicking off and swinging the huge blade one handed slamming it into a blade the blade of a machete the wielder grunted from the weight of the attack.

…..

Alistair grunted from the weight of the attack and launched himself back from the Hatter, whose blade continued swinging wildly at him as the Hatter laughed insanely with each swing as he ran at Alistair. He dodged and ducked from the blade the Hatter but he proved too fast as the blade dug into his left arm spraying blood across the ground and the Hatter's face. Alistair winced in pain and swung his own blade connecting with his enemy's sword hand. The blade flipped into the air as the Hatter's other hand grabbed the blade and connected it into Alistair's shoulder, blood sprayed once more as he fell to a knee. The Hatter pointed the blade at his enemy's head and slowly removed his hat allowing him to think clearly.

"Who are you?" The Hatter said looking at the stranger.

"Alistair," he said grabbing his shoulder trying to get the blood to stop, "I was sent by A.L.I.C.E. to save her which is gonna be real difficult to do with my shoulder ripped open."

"Oh well here put this on and you'll be just fine," The hatter said placing the hat upon Alistair's head.

A wave of energy swirled around Alistair's body he felt his shoulder sew itself together he looked at his left arm as it sealed up and the shirt re-stitched itself. He looked at his wounds as the hat was removed and sure enough they were healed, he looked at the Hatter's wound where his machete sliced through his hand the wound was gone as well as any trace he had ever been touched.

The Hatter helped Alistair to his feet and began discussing why he was here and what his mission truly was.

"So you mean to tell me that you've been traveling through the worlds ever since you were a child," the Hatter said sipping on his tea which appeared from nowhere, "so they chose you to come after Alice because you happen to have the same ability making you as strong as she is if not stronger."

"Yeah they say that while the current Alice has only been traveling for a few years but she also has to use the stone I can do it without it just as the first Alice did." Alistair said looking at the ring on his finger.

"They seemed to be getting desperate, sending a child such as yourself back into the fray." he said sipping at his tea.

"I'm twenty-one years old you know." he said flipping his machete as they spoke.

"Well that may be so but I'll have you know I am 148 years old my young friend," the hatter said smiling, "now then you may need to follow the trail that the Bloody Red Queen has so nicely left for you, which you would have discovered had you not been so busy fighting me lazy per- ooh look a caterpillar!"

Alistair looked out next to him more than peeved due to the obvious lunacy of the Hatter and much to his disgust he saw a large trail of blood and multiple severed heads laying on the ground the bodies stabbed into the trees by what looked to be there own spinal cords, whoever she was the Bloody Red Queen was truly a sadistic chick.