Red eyes widened and stared into the darkness. Peter's head tilted to the side slightly in confusion, ears flopping to one side as he did so. A low laugh echoed from the alcove and the cat strode forward gracefully, pink fur boa barely skimming the muck covered floor until he towered over the rabbit who simply tilted his head back even further to meet Boris' golden eyes.
"She is the Mistress. Did you not realise that Peter?" his voice soften slightly as he glanced at the rabbit huddled in front of him. Peter shook his head, mind racing in circles as he did so.
'How is that possible?' he mouthed to himself, gaze being drawn to the battered case clutched nonchalantly in one gloved hand and to, more specifically, the gleaming brand on the side. "I'm offering you a chance Peter White, the White Rabbit," Boris hummed, grinning wickedly as he did so.
"I need someone inside that manor to watch the Mistress. I... can't. Not after what happened, not after what she thinks I did. So," he stared straight at the albino, fixing him in place with a glint in his eyes, "Will you do what I can't?" Peter's eyes hardened as he considered the offer. He did not know the girl, the young woman, when he had saved her but for some reason he knew she was special. Slowly he raised his gaze from where it had dropped to the scar that peeked through the gap in between his long white shirt and glove and stared at Boris Airay, Cheshire Cat, convict, thief and murderer and nodded, sealing his fate.
"Good," Boris purred, the tension flowing out of him as his shoulders relaxed under his fur boa causing the fabric to rustle gently. "I would have hated to have to threaten you."
Now it was Peter's turn to snort in derision, before mouthing at Boris, 'You could try cat.' The punk cat grinned once more and tossed the battered suitcase just over Peter's head prompting the rabbit to leap nimbly to his feet and catch it, passing his gloved hands reverently over the glowing brand. The cat waved a single gloved hand at the rabbit before he leapt up the wall nimbly, thick black boots managing to find purchase in the minute cracks that crisscrossed the stonework. He paused halfway up the wall, setting sunlight catching off of dark pink hair as he glanced down at the rabbit who gazed up at him, a frown marring his features as he raised the suitcase over his head and pointed at it inquiringly.
"Take it to Nightmare," Boris called as his ears pricked up catching the heavy clunks of metal that carried over as soldiers began to move around in the network of alley ways behind them and the quiet cries as children were yanked roughly back into their ram shackled houses by concerned passer-by's, "And for the love of the moon, keep the brand covered Peter!" Peter tossed his head arrogantly as his own ears picked up the warning sounds. Shaking himself off delicately he wrinkled his nose in disgust as he realised the layer of dirt his normally spotless waistcoat was mired in.
Sighing he rocked backwards onto his feet and as quick as a rabbit he bounded off down the street, clutching the suitcase to his chest as the more human citizens of the capital city of Wonderland, Heart City, grudgingly moved out of his way. His long legs easily carried him through the maze like roads and small side streets that were rarely visited and the undisturbed mud and blood were soon coating the normally obsessively clean rabbit. He let out a soundless cry of horror as he regaled his once pristine outfit and knocked hurriedly on the tiny door, hidden in the wall.
"Come in Peter White. And yes, I do have some spare clothes for you," came the quiet voice from within and as Peter pushed the door open, a razor sharp blade rested along the pale hollow of his throat.
Boris laughed in delight as he leapt from wall to wall, eliciting harsh yells from the soldiers gathered that massed in between the narrow walls of the alleys below his boots. A few stray shots whistled past him as the soldiers fumbled with their weapons and a few managed to let out a couple of warning shots at the wanted fugitive. His laughter was cut short as one bullet skimmed past his knee, knocking him wildly off balance. A pained yelp ripped its way from his throat as he hit the edge of one wall and tumbled to the ground, scrabbling desperately to remain on top of the wall, before a gloved hand grabbed hold of his tail and yanked him down painfully, a large body covering his and encompassing him in a burning heat as a large hand wrapped around his mouth to block off his airways.
"Just stay quiet kitty cat and maybe your head will stay on your shoulders," a happy voice crooned quietly into one of his over sensitive ears as the darkness claimed him. The tall solider drummed his fingers regretfully against the long sword attached to his hip as he picked up the now limp cat and cradled him gently against him. One of Boris' ears twitched slightly and his fingers flexed automatically as he tried to rise back out of the darkness.
"Welcome back to the Ring kitty cat," Ace murmured, taking off in a run leaving no sign that either of the two men were there except for a single blood smear on the wall in shape of a heart in a circle.