A/N: Hello dears! I'm back with the third chapter of ALICE! For me, ALICE is both really easy for me to write, but also extremely difficult. Scenes with America, like last chapter, are really hard, but when I write for the King, I absolutely love doing so, although that may not be healthy. This chapter is more on the harder side I think. Sorry if it's a little short.
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Warnings: Gore, abuse, cannibalism, and some disturbing images
"Aren't you a handsome one, veh?" the king whispered softly, stroking the cheek of the crippled man underneath him. The brunette's leg had been smashed in, bone jutting out from under the skin and into the cold air, blood oozing out and soaking his pants. Normally sleepy, dark green eyes, glistening slightly with tears of pain but letting them run free, glared up at the king as his violet eyes swept over his torso, his well built chest peeking out from under his half zipped black jacket.
The King gently ran his fingers through the man's messy dark chocolate locks, the sticky feeling of blood coating his skin. He drew his hand back and examined the fresh blood from the head wound, smiling wide. Placing his fingers back onto his neck, he trailed one finger down the olive skin, over the muscles, down to his collarbone, leaving a trail of red behind.
"Now, Heracles, there are a few things that I find are very important," he whispered into the man's ear, caressing underneath the man's jacket, under the white shirt. "Do you know what they are?" he asked, childish cruelty dripping from his twisted lips. The man named Heracles simply glared up at his King, trying to smother his terrible fear with silent rage and determination. Despising the man he served, the man he had betrayed, he spat into the giggling man's face.
The redheaded king paused, expression of insane and delirious excitement faltering and flashing murderous viciousness. Eyes narrowing, violet flickering venomously, his attempted to remain calm, smiling, as he wiped to hot saliva running down his pale cheeks, down his chin away. Tilting his head to the side and closing his eyes, looking almost innocent, he stood, tossing his handkerchief to the side.
"Veh, for a man so devoted to knowledge and philosophy, you are quite stupid," he giggle, suddenly kicking the man in his jaw his his steel toe boot. It brought a wave of satisfaction to hear the sickening crunch of breaking down. Falling over with a thud, his strong, confident demeanor came crumbling down, looking nothing more than a pathetic mess. Not quite done, he smiled as he stepped down lightly on his shattered leg. Heracles gave a terrified look, knowing what he was going to do. Unable to restrain himself any further, the man let out a ear-splitting scream as the King slammed his heel down as hard as he physically could onto the already mutilated leg, blood and bone snapping and squirting under the pressure.
"Now, I hold many things in high, but the one I hold in highest value is trust," he said calmly, continuing where he left off. "Now, in case you have forgotten, which wouldn't be too hard to fathom since you seem to be in a permanent state of drowsiness, I was almost brutally murdered by little dear ALICE," the king growled, gesturing wildly as if there was some chance of actually being harmed in the incident that happened two nights ago. Exaggerating seemed to be one of his favorite pastimes.
"Now, I wonder how such a cute little twisted rat managed to sneak inside, veh? She certainly didn't just waltz through the front gates," he spoke, fully knowing the truth. Slipping his hand into his red coat pocket, he pulled out a simple but elegant dagger, blade curved and silver hilt wrapped red, white, and green silk ribbons. He kissed the cool steel before touching the other's bloodied chin, tilting it up so the injured man had no choice but to look upon him.
"Now there's only way that such a silly little vermin might manage to find her way inside. Someone had to have helped sweet, foolish little ALICE inside, to lead her to my death rather than her own, right?" Pressing a little harder, a bead of red welled up under the point. "Now I wonder who that could be."
Emotionless chocolate eyes watched as his king interrogated Heracles, blocking the door and remaining silent. While the asian man had been rather fond of Heracles, there was no worse crime than betrayal. Having smuggled in the ALICE to kill his king was unforgivable, so he pushed away all other emotions from his mind as he watched silently as the red-head moved down close to the other's ear, strange curl sticking up from the rest of the locks practically bouncing in excitement and bending into a strange heart shape.
"You tried to take my life away, so I think it's only fair I return the favor," he whispered into the shell, the dagger at his throat preventing him front jerking his head away. He giggled childishly before lightly nibbling at the other's lobe, trailing the blade down from his broken jaw line, down his neck to his collarbone so lightly there was nary a single mark.
"Death is something so beautiful. You can't just simply send a mad woman to kill me. To kill is such an intimate act," he chuckled, running his tongue across his neck, savouring the taste of fear and rage. Lightly nipping as he trailed back upward towards his ear, he continued. "To end someone's life, you must be willing to extract their very existence with your own two hands."
Shifting from seductive licks and nips, the King bit down on the other's ear, making sure to sink his canine into the cartilage before yanking his head back with all the force he could muster, ripping away the chunk of flesh from the side of Heracles' head. The darker man screamed as hot red gushed from the wound.
"Or teeth," he childishly giggled as he removed the ear from his mouth, staring at it for a moment before taking a bite from it, swallowing the cartiledge with a satisfied grin. "Would you like some?" he offered politely to the writhing man. When all the response he got was cries of agony, he turned to the japanese man, who was still watching, trying to conceal his horror.
"Kiku?" he asked, presenting the half eaten ear to him. The smaller man politely shook his head, although internally he wished to empty out his stomach at the offer. The red-haired king stared at him for a moment, violet eyes narrow before smiling. "Very well. More for me," he giggled, popping the rest of the flesh into his mouth and chewing, cartilage crunching grotesquely.
Tears freely falling from dark green eyes, Heracles flinched as the King licked away the salty tears. Grin impossibly wide, he kissed his shoulder, forearm, any place that his blood stained lips could touch. The dagger fell to the marble floor loudly, no longer needed as Feli used both hands to hold down Heracles' arm to the cold tile. His eyes flickered brightly in anticipation.
"Veh, Kiku, would you mind leaving us for a bit?" he asked sweetly, eyes not moving, but tongue running along his own bottom lip. Kiku could feel the bile rise in his throat when he saw the shine in his ruler's violet eyes. He had seen it once before, when the seventh ALICE had tried to play the foretold heroine and fluttered foolishly into the flames. Her death had been quick and relatively clean, but the disposing of her body was not. He pitied his old friend, knowing he would not the same kindness shown. He bowed, dark eyes focusing anywhere but before him as he took a step back towards the door.
"Of course, Feliciano, sir."
His attempts of blocking out his sight did nothing to protect his ears from the horrid agonizing screams as he King sunk his teeth into Heracles' forearm, canines puncturing deep, blood squirting onto his face, clothes, as he tore off the hunk of flesh from his arm. Masticating the flesh between his teeth, the King, Feliciano, smiled widely after he swallowed, teeth stained red and chunks of skin and muscle stuck in between. Ripping the fabric of the bleeding man's shirt, deranged violet swept over the torso, the well-defined abs, as if he was looking over a glorious buffet all for him. Kissing his abdomen first, he plunged his teeth into the new target, blood bubbling out of the corners of Heracles' mouth.
Kiku throw a hand to his mouth as he felt the contents of his stomach fill his mouth, desperately trying to escape through his lips onto the floor. He held his lips tight together, terrified of what the man he was forced to call his ruler and king would do if he did such an act. Trying to act as calm as he possibly could, he managed to back out of the room, closing the double doors as he entered the hallway. Only then did the thick fluid spew pass his lips, spilling and forming a puddle on the floor. Feeling weak and sickened, he fell to his knees, fresh screams and insane laughter ringing out though the long hall, doors not nearly enough to block out the chaos and madness.
"Do you think the new ALICE will be a girl or a boy this time?"
"How the bloody hell would I know, Madeline?" the bushy browed female grumbled, stirring another lump of sugar into her light blue tea. Madeline, turning the stuffed bear towards her, tilted her head to the side, blind pigtails tied in red ribbons bouncing. Light violet eyes from behind wire rimmed glasses stared into black buttons, expecting the toy to answer the question for her.
"Well, Kumayumi, do you think ALICE'll be a girl this time?" Madeline asked the soft bear, ignoring the irritated sigh from her older sister. There was a long pause before the bear twitched, its head spinning all the way around before opening its makeshift mouth, a gaping hole half stitched closed to prevent the stuffing from spilling out.
"Who are you?"
"Never mind," the quiet blond sighed, tossing the toy across the room, letting it his against the wall. Her sister sat down beside her, stroking the side of her face gently. The older blond pressed her lips to the other's forehead.
"Don't worry, sister. We'll find out soon enough, our beloved new ALICE at our doorstep," she whispered comfortingly to her, kissing just below the eyes now. Madeline let a small smile cross her thin lips. "And then ALICE will take care of that stupid King, and we can all be happy together, all three of us. How does that sound, love?" she asked, lime green eyes flickering faintly with a spark of hope. Madeline nodded as her dearest sister continued planting kisses on her soft, pale skin. On her eyelid, the tip of her nose, her blushing pink cheeks, her soft lips.
"Well, you two seem to be enjoying yourselves without me."
Both of the girls jumped as the sound of a new voice reappeared in the living room and spun to see their brother, standing in the doorway to the basement with a large toothy grin. The two got up from their spot and ran forward, wrapping their arms around him and kissing his on either cheek.
"Ah, brother! Did you do it yet! Did you summon ALICE?" the older sister questioned, barely able to contain her excitement. Her long blond pigtails bounced up and down along with her.
"Is she hiding in the basement? Oh, please tell me it is a she! I would ever so love to brush her hair, and we would talk and she could even remember my name!" Madeline giggled, remembering how the only two ALICEs that had managed to recall her name had been two sweet young women. The male of the group let out a sigh before petting the girls on the head.
"It seems that unlike a human, to snatch a personification from the other world takes a bit more time than I had anticipated, loves," he apologized as the faces of the two women fell, Madeline looking to be on the verge of tears. Lightly, he licked away the tear as it slide down her pale skin. "I promise though loves, I will bring us ALICE."
"You better, Arthur! I am ever so tired of this life!" the older blond complained, adjusting her black rimmed glasses. She took a glance at the door that led to the basement. "Would you need assistance with the magic? I am not nearly as strong, but I am sure I could be of some use."
"No poppet, let brother take care of it all, okay? I do not wish for you to get yourself hurt," he explained to her, but smiled kindly at her. "Now, I must return downstairs for a time, but I will be back by dinner."
"We will make it super delicious, so don't work yourself too hard," Madeline smiled sweetly, and earned a pat of the head before the pink wearing man turned and opened the plain white door to the basement.
"ALICE, you are being awfully difficult," Arthur whispered to himself as he descended the stairs to the basement, blue and pink eyes glowing in the growing darkness.
The basement was large, almost larger than the entire house upstairs, blackness only broken by a few melting candles and the glow of emerald from the intricate symbol carved into the stone floor. Arthur danced into the center of the symbol, fixing his pink cuffs. Taking a deep breath, his normally cheerful expression became serious, closing his eyes as he felt the sparks of magic burning his fingertips.
Green burned brighter, becoming a sickening yellow as the the magic began to take form, swirling up from the ground and circling around his hands. Arthur's breath became heavy as he could feel himself being filled, magics seeping into his body and spreading its bubbling warmth to his limbs, curling into a ball in his chest, making his heart beat fast.
Cracking his eyes open, meeting only a sea of greens and yellows, Arthur tried to concentrate, trying to bring back the image he had seen before, the face of the ALICE. Two toned eyes squinted as a blurry image mixed into the magic, unclear but still seen. Trying harder, trying to make a connection, he focused harder, forcing the image to become clearer in his mind.
Short and dusty blond hair, a single strand defying gravity by sticking up from the top of his head. Sky blue eyes, burning with rage and drowning in sorrow peering out from behind thin rimmed glasses. Arthur could only smile at the sight of ALICE, strong and powerful, someone, or something that could save them.
A simple facial image expanded, forming a complete body, tall and well-built frame hidden under a large brown jacket, black fur around the collar and a symbol that Arthur didn't recognize on the back of it.
Arthur felt the words form upon his lips as the name of the ALICE slithered into his skull.
"America."
A/N: This is one chapter I have to ask myself, what the hell am I writing?! cannibalism and shoujo-ai. Never thought I'd put those together in a chapter together.
So our King is now officially Feliciano, although most of you probably knew it was Italy.
For all my characters, I have ideas for outfits for each one, I may post them up somewhere maybe, but I want to give a description of Madeline's outfit. It has a Red Riding Hoodish look; a long long hooded cloak, tall leather boots, a very short red skirt, and a low cut black long sleeve.
Oh by the way, I normally live in California if you didn't know. But at the moment, I am in the state of Wisconsin, working the state fair! I'm going to be absolutely busy so I don't know if I'll be able to post up for a while, but I'll try.
Anyway, thank you all again for reading and please leave a review if you can! It means a lot to me if you do! Well, until next time!