AN: You guys are awesome! Just wanted to say a few things. I like to personally send emails back to people who reviewed; let every single person know how much I appreciate them. So, I'm pretty sure I sent everyone a reply. Melanie, Star29818, Adonenniel, and loopylulu-you guys either are guests or weren't logged in and so I just wanted to make a shout out to how awesome you peeps are.
Also, one last thing. My FF isn't going to be a Fra La La story--expect a lot of angsty horrible things to go down. Especially in the next chapter (please don't kill me). I do apologize, but that is how I write. I can't do sugar-coated, mary-sue things very well. So, yeah...prepare for that.
Once again, thanks for the support, and I apologize for any grammatical/spelling errors. I come from a public school background. -sweatdrop-
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Fork
(in chess) a tactic that uses one piece to attack two or more of the opponent's pieces at the same time.
48 hours earlier…
"More today in our top news: legendary scientist, Albert Edward Carter, was deemed officially missing today. The highly regarded professor never returned back to his home in Sall's District when he finished teaching his classes last month. His family is offering a reward for any information about his disappearance or current whereabouts. At the moment the situation is undergoing investigation—the authorities unsure on whether to categorize Albert as a missing persons or victim of kidnap. No evidence thus far has been presented to authorities, and no one witnessed any suspicious activity on the campus that day. Albert was well known in his study on cryogenics, more specifically cryonic preservation. Counting Albert, the total missing persons in this area alone is ten. These strings of vanishings have caused a public uproar. The mayor is taking appropriate actions to prevent more disappearances and has prepared a press conference for this evening. We advise anyone who may know any information on these strange occurrences to call the hotline immediately…"
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"Alice you look nice. Are you going somewhere tonight?"
Alice turned away from the large mirror, a small smile on her lips as she looked at her mother. She stepped into the middle of the room and spun slowly around, showing off the new light blue dress she bought for tonight.
"Do you like it?" She asked, looking down at her black boots and matching leggings. Her mother smiled and nodded, handing her a white envelope and kissing her cheek.
"It's beautiful. Happy birthday."
Alice smiled and opened the card, reading it before placing it on their mantel.
"Thanks mom," she called out as her mother disappeared into the confines of their apartment. Alice returned to the mirror, brushing her black hair until it was smooth and straight. She pulled her bangs away from her eyes, clipping them to the crown of her head. Her stomach squirmed with anticipation, her heart beating faster every time she thought about tonight. Biting her bottom lip, she checked the clock for the fifteenth time in only the last hour, and was saddened to see she still had some time to wait. The clicking of her mom's heels brought her back to the present.
"So, I'm assuming your going out to celebrate. Are the girls from work taking you?"
Alice cleared her throat uncomfortably, turning her back to her mother as she took a few steps in the direction of her bedroom.
"Uh, no not exactly."
Or even remotely.
She heard her mother shuffle behind her, her stare hot on her skin.
"Don't tell me you're going out alone," her mother laughed incredulously, shaking her head as her daughter turned back to face her.
"Well, actually. I have a date…" Alice drifted off, watching her mother's expression.
"A date? With who—," Carol raised her brows and placed her hands on her hips, shaking her head. "Don't tell me it's with that David boy."
David…jeez, she was going to have to get use to that wasn't she? Hatter just didn't look like a "David" to her, and she still had yet to call him by the cover-name. These last two months had been quite interesting to say the least. Hatter had never been to her realm before, but he was an intelligent man—he read about human customs and observed human characteristics through books and stories. Despite this, he still had trouble fitting in with the oysters' society—he was erratic, blatantly honesty, slightly lazy, and just a tad mad.
Needless to say, her mother objected to their relationship ever since their rambunctious greeting in the older woman's living room. Carol didn't know about the life threatening situation they had just barely escaped from only hours beforehand, or how much Hatter had risked his own neck to save her only daughter. But Alice couldn't tell her mother of such things. A nice, fluffy, white room would be her birthday present this year—not a cutesy card. So she had to come up with a quick explanation about how Hatter used to be her old high-school boyfriend, who tragically moved back to England to live with his grandparents in the ninth grade.
However, her mother still disapproved, voicing something along the lines that it's not proper to lock lips with a man you haven't seen in over 7 years.
"Alice, I must voice my opinion."
Alice let out a sigh, turning to look at her mother who seemed set on announcing her disapproval, "Are you sure you want to start up a relationship with this guy? You haven't seen him in what, almost ten years! And what ever happened to Jack? I liked him; he was intelligent, well immersed, and respectful. I mean, I don't even know anything about this guy."
Alice looked away, walking into her room to find a purse for tonight. Her mother followed at her heels.
"What's his full name? What does he do? Who is his family?"
Alice spun around and faced her mother, "His name is David Hatter, and he is a construction worker. You already knew this."
Carol hesitated and made a small grimacing expression, "But Alice…a construction worker? Really?"
Alice gaped at her mother and turned around, "Mother!" She scolded, not being able to stand the woman's simple-mindedness.
Actually mother, Hatter is an extremely wealthy businessman who used to own a teashop dealing in drug-like juices known as pearls, but decided to give up the two timing business (mainly because it was ransacked) but more importantly because he wanted to stop the Queen of Hearts from destroying Wonderland and taki—
"Alice?"
The girl in question snapped back to reality, having completely ignoring her mother for the last few seconds. Carol sighed and shook her head, repeating the question.
"How much do you really know about David? Really Alice. You guys are very serious for a couple who's only been together for not even two months."
"Mom, I like Ha—David, a lot."
"But Alice, you always say that. You said that about Jack too," her mother insisted, leaning against the doorframe as Alice searched her closet.
"Jack will always have a place in my heart, but I've come to realize what I really want."
Her mother hesitated for a second, biting her bottom lip as she contemplated going on, "Yes, but is he what you need."
Alice narrowed her eyes, looking up to her mother who sighed in defeat when she got that lost look from her daughter. She closed her eyes for a second, taking a deep breath and walking over to the bed, sitting down on it and looking at her hands.
"Sometimes the person you want isn't the person you need." She turned her head and smiled sadly at Alice, "I just want the best for my daughter. Is David the best choice for you?"
Alice couldn't believe what was coming out of her mother's mouth. Why was she so set against David and her relationship? Alice had quite a few boyfriends before, none of them lasting more than a few months though. She had never met a man who made her feel the way Hatter could. That desperate need to see him all the time; to feel his arms around her; his voice…it was dangerously suffocating, but exhilarating all the same, and after spending so much time with him in Wonderland, it felt almost empty when he wasn't around. Alice knew she was falling hard, but she wasn't scared this time around. She knew Hatter would be there to catch her and break her fall.
That's why she was able to look at her mother with stubborn vigor and speak with undeniable strength, "Yes, he is."
"But you don't know anything about him!" Her mother insisted, shaking her head at her daughter naïve faith. "What if he comes from a dangerous family? You said he went back to England to stay with his grandparents, where are his parents? What about psychotic ex-girlfriends?"
Now she was just grabbing at straws! Alice jumped in, taking a step forward looking angry, "You don't know what you're talking about. David is—," She was upset with herself when her voice faltered. God, could her mother be right? She didn't know anything about Hatter's past. All she did know was that he played both sides for the majority of his life. But nothing else. Where were his parents? What about brothers, sisters, cousins? Friends? Ex girlfriends? Was Ratty considered to be his friend? If it were true, he was in dire need of some new ones. And girlfriends? The thought made her stomach churn with jealously. A con-man like Hatter must have had past lovers. She didn't want to believe it, but it was true. Hatter was a complete mystery to her.
"That's the point of dating. I'll learn all this eventually," she pointed out, which was somewhat true. Hatter barely ever disclosed matters about his own past, and Alice had begun to think that it was darker than he originally led on. She didn't want to push him, but now that her mother voiced it, she couldn't deny her curiosity.
Curiosity killed the cat.
She remembered the situation she found herself in the last time she read those words. Taking a breath, she felt her mothers arms wrap around her shoulders, and she tilted her head up to look at her.
"Look, I just want to make sure that this is really the best option for you. Just take things slow. Don't rush into anything you'll regret."
This was so unlike her mother. She never ever chastised Alice about her relationships; she gave her advice when she needed it, but she never told her not to try and attempt to make a relationship work. Sure, Hatter may not have been as polite as Jack, but you couldn't blame him for that—his company for the last few years had been rats and addicts. Nodding to simply appease her mother, Alice smiled a little and watched as her mother exited the bedroom. When she finally left, the girl let out a great sigh of tension before falling back and flopping down onto her bed. She tried to erase the questions her mother had spoken, not wanting them to ruin her night, but she knew that they were unlikely to leave her alone.
Placing a hand on her forehead, she closed her eyes and breathed in through her nose, trying to clear her mind. When the doorbell rang however, her eyes flashed opened and she sat up so quickly, her head spun with lightheadedness. She got off the bed, running past her mother's room, and calling over her shoulder, "I'll get it!"
When she reached the door she looked through the peephole, a smile forming on her lips when she saw him standing on the other side. She opened the door, and felt her stomach flip with excitement when she saw him.
He was leaning against the doorframe, his brown hair brushed neatly but covered mostly by a black hat on his head. He had a scheming smile on his lips, his chocolate eyes shining in the light and was clothed in black pants, a deep, violet shirt, and black dress jacket. When she opened the door, he pulled the hat off and bowed his head slightly, giving her a grand smile and looking at her outfit. Grabbing his hand, she pulled him inside the apartment, and as he stepped in, he placed the hat back on his head.
"I'm almost ready, I just need to get a purse for tonight," she informed him, turning around to head back to her room. Before she got even a step closer though, Hatter grabbed her forearm and spun her around, narrowing one eye at her when she faced him.
"Now, wait a minute," he objected, his accent like bells to her ears, "you haven't given me a proper greeting." He grinned like a child and pulled her closer to him, his one hand resting lightly on her side as the other gripped her upper arm, guiding her closer to his warmth. Alice grinned back at him, her blood getting warmer in her body as he bent his head to kiss her. The kiss was soft and playful, leaving Alice wanting more; a light kiss that managed to make her toes curl and her head spin. He pulled away before her, a satisfied grin on his lips as he watched her dazed expression. He tilted his head when she didn't move. Finally, after a few silent seconds, he turned her around and pushed her lightly,
"Alright, you can go get your purse now."
She took a deep breath, trying to keep her head on straight. All those times she watched movies and read stories about how a kiss could physically take your breath away always made her laugh, but there was no denying her weak knees or spinning head; she felt like a little school girl with a crush, but she had never met anyone like Hatter before. To be completely honest, this power he held over her was a little frightening. She wondered how he really felt about her, if his feelings ran as deep.
Disappearing into her room, she quickly found a black purse in her closet. Taking a moment to fill her purse, she called out to him, voicing a question that had been bothering her all day.
"So David, where are we going tonight?" She used his earthly name because there was no doubt in her mind that her mother was eavesdropping from the other room. Hatter let out a soft chuckle as he approached her bedroom, leaning against the framing and staring at her as she got ready.
"Nope, now that's a surprise."
Alice straightened up, narrowing one eye at Hatter as she grabbed a light black sweater from the closet.
"Now I'm nervous. Should I be nervous?"
His trademark smile spread across his lips as he shook his head and shrugged, turning his back to her and walking across the living room to the door.
"Naw, not to worry about anything Alice," he placed his hand on the doorknob and twisted it. The door opened and he ushered for her to follow him. Rushing to his side, Alice yelled a quick "Bye" to her mother before following Hatter and slamming the door shut. Hatter walked forward, glancing behind him as she followed. He reached out his hand for her to take, and gripped it firmly in his when she took hold of it. They walked towards the elevator, and when they got in and the doors closed, Hatter pulled her closer to him, lowering his lips to her ear.
"You look beautiful tonight," he whispered softly before kissing her cheek. Before Alice could speak though, he changed the subject. "Your mum still doesn't like me, huh?" He asked, a hint of amusement laced into his voice.
Alice tilted her head and looked up at him, squeezing his hand softly, "Well, it's not every day I go around kissing a stranger in her living room."
"It was a friendly greeting," he confidently responded before adding, "Besides didn't you come up with a cover story?"
"Well yes, but that was after she established a first impression of you. That moment, she thought I was locking lips with some random construction worker. Not to mention, it was only a few hours after I'd brought Jack home for her to meet."
Hatter's grip on her hand tensed for a split second as he watched the double doors open. He walked out of the elevator, her by his side as they began to stroll down the dark streets.
"Right, all the girls love Jack," he muttered under his breath, mostly to himself. Alice tugged on his arm, poking him softly in the gut and turning him to face her.
"Um, I believe I turned Jack down, didn't I?
Hatter tilted his head at her, biting his lip in thought before recovering, "Aye, yes but only after you dated him for a few months, right? Doesn't really count."
Alice rolled her eyes as Hatter turned and began walking forward, dragging her with him.
"You are very stubborn."
"Yes," he agreed, turning when they reached the end of the block. Alice glanced around, biting her lip softly as she stared at Hatter who seemed to know exactly where he was going.
"Really Hatter, where are you taking me?"
He shook his head and smirked, squeezing her hand a bit harder, "I told you Alice, it's a surprise. I don't want to ruin it."
Trying to think about where they could possible be heading to, she allowed him to lead her through the still busy streets of downtown Cobbersons. After a five minute walk, they reached the docks, the smell of water and bayside restaurants filling her nose. Lots of other couples seemed to also have the same idea because there was quite a few of them walking down the stone paths, or feeding the ducks, watching the stars, or laying in the warm grass. It was very romantic—something she hadn't expected out of Hatter. (Yes, she did feel guilty about it.)
But Hatter wasn't the typical guy who liked to show off his girlfriend to all his buddies. He was very protective and territorial. He had an adorable awkwardness to his attitude which made Alice laugh on occasion. She could tell that he had a hard time expressing his affection for her—Wonderland's strange views on emotions having dampened his own. But when he did do something sweet—like make plans for her birthday, she couldn't help the smile that spread on her lips.
Hatter stopped in the middle of the field and let go of her hand, turning to face her, a nervous smile on his face.
"Alright, you need to close your eyes now."
"What?"
"That's right; I said close 'em," he grinned and pulled his hat off, placing it on her head and pushing it down so that it just barely covered her eyes. Alice laughed and shook her head, reaching her hands out for his guidance. His warm fingers immediately laced with hers and he began to slowly walk, forcing her to follow him.
"Keep those eyes closed," he warned, still walking. Alice tilted her head and gripped his hands tighter.
"I swear Hatter, if you push me into the water; I'm not going to be happy."
Hatter sucked in an insulted gasp of air, placing one of his hands onto her hip for further guidance,
"Now Alice, I never even dreamed of doing that. Although seeing a pretty girl in a very wet dress always sounds promising," his voice was playful, but held a heat in it that would have made Alice blush if she wasn't so concerned about tripping. The sound of his footsteps filled her ears, and soon she heard a creaking of wood along with the sound of lapping water. As she stepped onto a different surface, she hesitated. The wood was rocking back and forth slowly, like it was unsteady. She almost pulled the hat away from her eyes, but the sound of Hatter's voice stopped her.
"Trust me," he whispered, before taking a few steps back. Alice nodded, and took small steps forward. Eventually, she made her way onto a harder wooden surface, but the light rocking still continued. Hatter moved around her, and pulled the hat off her head, placing it on his own as his hands covered her eyes. He nudged her forward a little with his body, before uncovering her eyes.
"Alright, you can open your eyes now."
She did, and when they were opened she felt them widened. They were standing on a small boat that was stationed in the dock. Before them was a small table for two, teacups and chocolate cakes settled neatly on the table-clothed surface. Hatter placed his hands around her waist, hugging her to his front and placing his chin on her shoulder. He smiled and raised his brows.
"Did I do good?" He asked, walking around her form so that he could see her expression. She shook her head in a daze, before looking at him.
"This is too much. When did you have time to do all this?" she questioned, taking a step forward and smiling softly when she saw a lit birthday candle in the chocolate cream pie.
"Well I made time," he concluded, lacing his fingers into hers and pulling her closer. He raised his hand, and softly brushed some of her hair away from her face, tucking it softly behind her ear. "I just wanted to make sure you had a very, merry, birthday."
Alice smiled and followed him as he sat down, taking her seat across from his. She eyed the things on the table, laughing softly when she realized what they were.
"Tea and cakes?"
Hatter nodded, his eyes wide.
"Of course, what else?"
Alice couldn't help but smile as Hatter poured the tea, but she eyed the chocolate cream cake, remembering something that Hatter had said in Wonderland.
"Are you testing me, David Hatter?"
A guilty smile lit his face, "Maybe." He took a sip of the tea, keeping his eyes on her as he drank. Alice shook her head and looked into his eyes, sitting forward.
"Believe me, you will never become 'what was his name again?'"
Hatter nodded, taking another gulp of the tea before placing it back on the table, "I guess we'll find out." He reached over to the chocolate pie and lifted it, placing it so it was right in front of her. "Make a wish, Alice."
She stared into the flame, her eyes hypnotized by the fire as the orange glow began to lighten and her surroundings began to darken. She thought deeply about the wish for quite some time before finally closing her eyes and blowing the candle out. Hatter grinned and picked up one of the metal knives, cutting two rather large pieces—one for her and one for him. He took a bite of it before picking up his tea and drinking. Alice took a bite of the cake but stopped and regarded him for quite some time.
Damn it.
She didn't want to ask it, she didn't want to think about it, but her mother's voice kept ringing in her head. She played with the cake for a few seconds before looking at Hatter, who was pouring himself another cup of tea.
"I think I figured out one reason my mother is so…reluctant about our relationship," she began, thinking over the right words to use. Hatter hesitated, his eyes averted from hers as he sipped the drink. He made a small expression of discomfort before meeting her eyes.
"Please, do tell," his voice suddenly sounded different…colder. He leaned back in his chair, a frown on his face.
"I think it has something to do with how locked up you seem to be," she said slowly, examining his facial expressions which didn't seem to change. "I mean obviously you can't tell her you're from Wonderland, but you're such a mystery. I-I mean I don't even really know much about you."
Hatter chewed the side of his cheek for a second, a dark glint spreading across his iris's as he looked out into the waters, tapping his foot impatiently on the deck. Something suddenly felt different—his demeanor, attitude…something was off. And he had yet to react to her statement.
"Hatter—?"
Before she could finish, he cut her off, his dark brown eyes glaring directly into hers, "You know what, Alice? I couldn't give a damn what your mother thinks of me."
Alice narrowed her eyes, leaning back in her chair and crossing her arms over her chest defensively, "Excuse me?"
"You seem so concerned about appeasing that damn woman, maybe you should have chosen to stay with Jack; I'm sure your mum would have preferred it that way."
He tore his eyes away from her, picking the cup up and swallowing the rest of its dark contents. Alice was taken back; her mouth opened slightly in surprise at Hatter's straight forwardness. Where did all this come from? Why was he being so defensive, so mean? Alice stared at him, clearing her throat and putting the fork down.
"Hatter, I think that's unnecessary—"
"You know what I think is unnecessary Alice: a back seat councilor who hasn't been in a relationship in over ten years."
Alice started getting angry.
"Hatter, it isn't just her. You know so much about me, about my past but I know nothing about you."
Hatter looked at her, a deep frown on his face, "It's not my fault you dragged your problems to Wonderland for all to see."
Alice sat back, looking hurt and shocked.
"Hatter, what's wrong with you…?"
At this Hatter began to laugh, a crazed sort of chuckle that managed to send chills down her spine. He hit the table with his palm, causing the surface to shake and the silverware to jump from their spots.
"There's always something wrong with me, eh." he muttered under his breath, his eyes staring at the white cloth covering the table, his leg still tapping against the wood floor. Alice didn't move, staring at her boyfriend and waiting for an explanation.
"Why are you acting like this?" she demanded to know, trying to recall how this conversation went from being so pleasant to so aggressive. Hatter looked at her and smiled a wicked grin, shaking his head as if amazed by her words. Without warning, he stood up and leaned over the table, putting his face closer to Alice who flinched at his sudden movement. He stared into her eyes for a few seconds before speaking.
"Grow up, Alice." He whispered at her, tearing himself away from the table and walking off of the boat. He ripped the hat off his head and ran a hand through his hair, disheveling it as he walked away. Alice sat at the table alone, staring at his empty chair, too shocked to realize what just happened. When she finally snapped out of her stupor, she turned her head to stop Hatter, only to realize that he was gone.
"Hatter!" she called out, standing up and walking forward, ready to go after him. She stopped when she heard a voice.
"What an inconsiderate jerk."
Alice jumped at the proximity of the voice. A girl, no older than seventeen with long, wavy platinum blonde (almost white) hair and brilliant, blue eyes rounded a corner and boarded the small boat, a pleasant smile of her lips. She was wearing faded blue jeans and a white corset top, her hair pulled up into a loose bun, her bangs falling into her eyes. She was absolutely gorgeous—the type of girl that makes you realize all the imperfections about your own body. And she was still only a teenager!
The girl walked onto the boat gracefully, humming softly and looking away from Alice to stare at the table. Alice tried to ignore the strange girl, taking a step forward and searching the dark park trying to figure out where Hatter had disappeared off to. When she heard a clinking sound, she turned her head and witnessed the teenager sniffing the teapot, making a small disgusted face before pouring the contents overboard into the cold waters.
"Ugh, I hate tea. Makes me sick."
Alice huffed softly, not in the mood to talk to some random stranger but peeved by her lack of respect.
"Who the hell are you?"
Placing the pot back onto the table, the girl smiled and sat down in Hatter's chair, crossing her legs and eyeing the chocolate cake.
"My name is Lucé White," she sat up a little, pulling the candle out of the cake and sucking on the wax, licking it clean before returning her eyes to Alice and nodding off into the distance, "Was that your boyfriend?"
Alice shook her head, surprised by Lucé's frankness. But at the mention of her boyfriend, she turned and started to walk off of the boat.
"I need to go after him."
"That's not a good idea, darling."
When Alice turned narrowed eyes back at her, the blonde shrugged and poked her finger into the cake, scrapping a good chunk off the top before adding, "The boy seems raving mad," She stuck her finger into her mouth and slurped off all the chocolate, her sapphire eyes staring at Alice. "You might get hurt."
Alice felt her blood turn cold, something unsettling causing her stomach to lurch uncomfortably. She shook her head as her eyes swept over the new acquaintance, "I know Hat—David," she caught herself before continuing, "He would never hurt me."
When the teenager heard Alice say the name David, she laughed softly to herself, tilting her head while she ate a piece of the cake, "David is it now? Hmm, doesn't suit him."
Alice took a step forward, this girl really starting to make her mad. What right did she have going about judging people, assuming things, insulting Hatter, eating other people's cake!?
"You don't even know him!"
Lucé's eyes flickered back over to hers, her expression sobering up, her face darkening dangerously, "I know him more than you think," she thought about it a bit more as her eyes swept over Alice's entire form before adding, "Even better than you, Alice."
Alice stared at the girl for a long time. Only the sound of lapping water, the soft creaking of wood, and the eerie whistle of the cool wind disrupted the silence that had settled between them. How did she know her name? Alice took a deep breath, holding the air in her lungs before she repeated her original question, "Who are you?"
Taking another small bite from the cream pie, Lucé stood up and let out a tired sigh, lifting her arms up over her head and stretching. She walked forward, responding to the question when she was positioned shoulder to shoulder with Alice.
"You'll learn soon enough," she said lazily as she took another step forward, adding before she left, "Happy Birthday, Alice."
She took her leave, her heels making soft thuds against the wood. When she was a good few feet away, she turned her head and said one last thing before departing, "I've left you a present—should be neatly wrapped at home."
And then she was gone, leaving Alice with a very bad feeling in the pit of her stomach.
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How dare she! How dare she! How dare she demand to know information about his family, his past, himself!? It was preposterous. Down right mad! Ugh, who the hell did she think she was? What gave her the right to—?
Wait a minute.
He stopped dead in his tracks, ripping the hat off and scratching the top of his head. This was wrong. Something was very wrong. Sure, Hatter didn't like talking about his past with anyone, but he had expected it to come up eventually with Alice—and he had told himself that if she asked him, he would tell her. So why was he so upset? Why did he feel the need to hit something—anything with his fist? Why had he said those hurtful things to the woman he—
It wasn't natural. And although he regretted saying those things to Alice, he was grateful he'd got away from her. He might be able to fix his nasty words, but if he had taken more physical actions to release his anger—their relationship would be over.
Taking a deep breath, he unbuttoned the first few buttons of his shirt, suddenly feeling like he couldn't breathe. He was sweating, and there was an incessant throbbing against his skull. Moving quickly, he turned down one of the empty alley's and stumbled deeper into the shadows. There was something bubbling inside of him, acid burned his insides, his mouth grew dry as his heart rate increased. Sucking in short breaths through his nose, he leaned his forehead against the cold brick wall, whispering random nonsense to himself in an attempt to calm down. When it didn't work, he pulled back his fist and punched the wall with so much force, brick bits flew everywhere. He was about to turn around when he heard a voice, echoing off the walls.
"Twinkle, twinkle little bat…"
Hatter felt his eyes widen, the hairs on his neck standing tall. Slowly he turned around, only to see a cracked white rabbit ceramic head emerge from the shadows.
"Hello Hatter."
Great.
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AN: There is a reason why Hatter is acting like this, and it'll be explained in the next chapter. Oh, and did anyone catch the very, merry birthday thing? (A very, merry, unbirthday). Yeah, thought it might be cute. ^.^
As for my next update, it won't be until at the earliest probably Wednesday because I have exams tomorrow and tuesday. However, lots of reviews and love always helps! ^.^ Thanks so much everyone; you make my day.