Second Chapter.

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I opened a door against the east wall and sat down inside with the door shut. I held the gun close to my chest, ready to aim and fire at anything that moved.

I sat in silence for a good ten minutes before I realized that the closet space I was sitting in had not been completely dark. There was a light coming from beneath the floor boards. I felt the sides of the small enclosure and sure enough I found a switch. I flicked it and the floor fell out from under me. I toppled down a small stair case and slammed into a dirt wall.

The room was just tall enough for me to stand up. A small clap and the floor I fell through closed over.

I had never seen this area before. I think it was only supposed to be temporary and that's why it was only dirt and not bricked in. I looked around for the light source and found it. It was peeking through a slit in what seemed to be the wall.

As I approached it I saw that there was a cover over the light and it wasn't the wall, but instead it was a large mirror. I pulled the cover and exposed a mirror as tall as I was.

It shined and shimmered like water. I couldn't see my reflection, but only a watery surface. I touched it and my hand went straight though. I snatched my hand away immediately and held it close to my chest.

The glass felt like water and was freezing cold. I was going to throw a dirt clod through it when I was drawn to the sound of feet above me.

It sound like at least six men walking around. Their voices were muffled and I couldn't understand anything they were saying. It was only a matter of time before they found out I was down lower.

It was then that I realized I left the bullets for the gun up above. I popped the clip out of the gun and saw I only had two bullets loaded into it. My only choice was to take on these guys if they found me, with two bullets, or try to go through the mirror. This sounded absolutely absurd but in this instance it made perfect sense.

I stuck my hand through the glass again and felt around. There wasn't any objects in the way, so I suppose that meant it was safe to go through.

I felt something grab my wrist just before I was going to pull my hand out. Something was pushed into my hand and I snatched it away quickly. There was a small note pushed into my palm.

Upon opening it I read YOU HAVE ONE MINUTE. I ran into the mirror and the cold set into my skin like a blanket of ice.

I opened my eyes but everything was a total blur around me and I could see nothing but bright lights. I don't remember landing on anything or being moved but when I came to there was an old man standing over me with a flashlight and I was laying on what felt like a bed or a couch.

He squawked in an unknown language and pinching my cheeks.

"Hey!" I yell pushing of the old man.

When I got a good look at him he seemed to look like a mouse. He had round ears that stuck off the side of his head and a mustache that stuck out every which way, much like a mouse's whiskers. He was a short, thin man dressed in an oversized gray coat. I could swear the faint smell of cheese wafted by my nose.

I hold up the note and thrust it towards the mousy man. "Did…you give….this…to…me?"

"He can't speak your language."

I spun to see a man leaning in a doorway behind me. He was fairly tall, 6'0 give or take an inch. His hair was black and didn't see to have been brush in a long time. It was cut in the strangest way. There was longer pieces behind his ears, around twelve inches long and got short to the back till in was only two or three inches long. From the ear length it got shorter to the front and stopped at around four inches. He had a hat on the top of his head that was a dark gray and had a navy band across the center.

"Who are you?" I asked looking him over.

"What gives you the right to question me? I do believe you landed in my house. So, who are you?"

"I'm Alice O'Malley."

The mousy man looked at the man in the doorway and then ran out of the room.

The door way man walked towards me. "I'm…" he glanced back to the doorway. "Never mind my name. People call me the Mad Hatter."

"So you're crazy?"

"No. They call me that because I'm a risk taker. They say I'm mad, out of my mind, because I go to daring feats to get what I want."

"The Hatter is because of your hat?" I say pointing to the gray hat on his head.

"No. My last name is Hatter, no connection to the hat upon my head. But you are more than welcome to call me Hatter."

The mousy man ran into the room holding an old ratty looking photo. He handed it to Hatter.

He handed the photo to me. "Do you know this man?"

I looked down at the photo and saw that it was my father. He was holding a child of ten on his shoulders, but the child wasn't me. "It's my father." I say quietly.

"The child is the current prince of Wonderland. We need your help Alice." Hatter said taking the photo and handing it back to the mousy man.

"Wonderland? That's a children's book. What joke is this?" I say laughing and glancing at the mousy man who had become deadly serious.

"This is not a children's story."


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