Alice: Insanity Beheld

Author's notes: This is another shot trailer, taken directly to be a thought on what Otherworlds should be. Note there will be lore-breaking to some extent.

Disclaimer: If you desire insanity, madness, and sanity drained beyond your feeble lives and bodies, then American Mcgee is your man. He knows every corner, and crevice of the human mind. However, don't meddle with EA….they ain't worth it.


Insanity Beheld: In the Eyes of the Beholder trailer Number Two

Mouth is made of metal, metal, metal

Pocket full of yellow, yellow

Pocket full of gold and I hope you find

I hope you find your dream


Thirteen years ago,

"Time to pack and leave, boys…we'll bury the bodies tomorrow morn," a man spoke as he walked off from the small room of brick and white, the group of three who were left behind exited the room alongside him as the last man flicked off the switch turning off the only source of light that hung in the room drenching it in darkness as a door closed locking itself by the bolt. As soon as the coast was clear, a tall lean figure walked into the darkness almost stumbling onto the metal slabs laid out before it made its way to the wall flicking at the walls clumsily, a few awkward moments and curses flew followed by the gift of the light shining to outline a man dressed in a golfer's cap and a heavy coat draped over his clothing, the man glancing out hearing nothing outside before he gave a wide breath.

"Nobody's home, good. That means the bodies do not have to be buried, yet. Time to work," The man said as he snuck over to the body covered sheets under the dim ray of light, the man pulling the covers over as he nearly retched at the sight of seeing burnt unrecognizable flesh. "Oh my god, that is not what I was looking for at all…let me try the next one." The man drew back the covers over the corpse as he moved to the next one this time instead of drawing it back to the torso opting to draw past the face, one glance told him all he needed to know as he shook his head putting the covers back, "Nope."

"That only leaves one." The man said as he drew the last sheet revealing a slightly pale face with dark flowing hair up to the neck level the man identifying the body as female when he noted the mounds which were breasts the man letting out a cough as he observed the body, his eyes widening in both surprise and joy as he found his prize the man pulling back the sheet to the abdomen level tracing the bare stomach of the woman clean and untouched by the surgeon's knives, they probably saw the bruise which was found on her neck and guessed that she died via strangulation which would have been true had the bruise not been that developed from his fingers which danced attempting not to tilt the head anywhere for good measure. "Good, no stitches or any sort save for a thin bruise around the neck which means no such autopsy was done yet…"

*gasp* A small gasp of air and the rise of the chest attracted the man's attention as he glanced down at the subtle movement, the man's eyebrows rose with his eyes the thin line of hair furrowing in realization just as he flicked his fingers into a snap resounding through the quiet room before he held in his emotions whispering to himself.

"! Was that what I thought it was? She's…well damn it that is-that can't be, I mean that's good but still!" The figure in the golfer cap placed a bare hand onto the bare chest his eyes avoiding sight of the bare female breasts freely shown to him in a vain hope. It didn't take long before he felt something rise, the man already feeling elated as he reached into his bag which he had dumped onto the floor in the rush to get the lights digging into the contents before he let out an 'aha' pulling out a small syringe filled with a strange blue liquid. "Excellent, that's what I was looking for right? Let's see…'for choking', yes this label is the one I would need!"

Rushing to the table slab as quick as he could, the man lifted up the female body's hand noting the shoulder before he quietly and carefully injected the strange liquid into the young woman his bright blue eyes flitting as he ignored the womanly assets of the young lady bared for all to see while the young man leaned over the woman's mouth hearing her breathing ragged and gasping for air turning a lot more silent, her breathing slowing down to a stilled calm prompting the man to sigh in relief. "Good, the rhododendron solution is kicking in…stage one complete. Now for number two, that's the bloody hard part," reaching into his bag while he said so, the man brought out a small cast with a large bottle with herbs stuck into the strange murky brown liquid opening the bottle's cap to take in the whiff of the medicine.

"For the bruise, swab it light and then cast it up, ready to go." The man recited as he got to work, a melody of fingers moving in a methodic and stepped rhythm humming softly to himself as he tried to remember the steps, a swab dashed here and there in small doses the liquid drying as soon as it touched skin the man careful not to break her neck with force as he then proceeded to cast the wound securely his smooth fingers brushing against her cheek. "Sleep well, for now…now to get the signal."

Reaching for an unlit lantern he had taken with him for this particular moment, the man lit it with a flick of his fingers lighting the lantern as he reached out to wave it at the nearest window which faced behind where he was looking over the barely alive woman, his hand bringing out a small pocketwatch from his waistcoat the man recalling his outer coat as he unbuttoned the fabric and draped it over the woman's slightly warm body which was growing cold. It didn't take too long before a small chip in the nearby wall brought his attention to the plaster which then fell onto the ground with a soft muted thud revealing another man on the opposite side of the building prompting the man in the morgue to let out a sigh of relief.

"Good, you're finally here…did you bring along the stretcher?" Nodding to his reply and disappearing for a minute or two before returning, the man in a bowler hat gruffly grunted trying to make less noise as possible while the sounds of shuffling boots and crunching of dirt and leaves were heard outside, the man in the waistcoat kneeling at the hole catching an eye of the stretcher which was pushed forward to him the man smiling in thanks as he invited his partner in the bowler hat to join up with him inside, the narrow hole being a tight fit though the man squeezed right through holding the ends of the stretcher as the man in the waistcoat grabbed the woman's upper body letting her head lean against his chest for support while his partner grabbed the legs, the duo gently settling the body onto the stretcher allowing the man in the bowler hat to drag the stretcher a distance while the man in the waistcoat switched off the lights when he saw his partner in the tunnel, the lantern being the guide for him to hold the stretcher afterwards and proceeded to pass through the tunnel of broken plaster and brick into the London night sky, the man noting with disdain the amount of smog that covered the sky from even showing the moon hidden behind the choking chimneys bringing a grimace to the man before he turned to his partner who watched him lost in thought.

"Good man, our job is nearly done…time to transport our charge out of the city. Where your journey ends, mine must continue." The man in the waistcoat announced to his partner who simply grunted uncaring of whatever words he would speak, the two reaching a nearby carriage parked past a fence with a sawed hole in it as part of the infiltration, the duo bringing it to the large carriage as the driver hopped off the seat reaching for the large doors opening them to allow the body and the man in the waistcoat to enter first, the man gently lifting the female onto a lush red seat with luxurious silk cushions propped at the corner for her head as he guided her body into a relaxing position straightening his coat before the driver helped place the stretcher within, the man in the bowler hat lifting his hand to catch a bag of Queen sovereigns counting the amount before he whistled at the generous amount.

"That was twice the reward, you've earned it…I trust you can find your way back?" The man in the waistcoat and golfer hat whispered as he saw a nod from his hired partner, the man tipping his cap in farewell as he closed the door hearing the driver's whip crack upstairs before he sat down opposite the sleeping woman a hand going to his waistcoat as he removed the jacket and tore his long sleeves removing the stripes of fabric to reveal a short cut sleeve snipped crudely by scissors before he leaned back a hand lazily snatching away his own golfer cap to release his copper brown strands of short cut hair, running his hand as he watched the woman peacefully forced into a 'death' induced coma for the next few hours.

"Jekyll must never know."

End


A/N: That's it for now, I wasn't planning on getting a sequel but seeing the amount of people who loved it and reviewed about how the first one was too spoilery, but at the time I was saying 'come on those who read the classic should know this' but what I didn't know was that there might be the possibility of those who never read these classics or were past it where it was a childhood read. So I gave this trailer a bit more shrouded mystery save for those who played the game or know what is happening, that should kinda keep you on your toes unless you already can guess.

Well that is about it, I am not so sure if this will be a fic because I released another chapter, but that will be unknown.

Have a good day,

VI