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"Still? We're not there still? Are you lost, Hatter? Did you loose us in this gray wasteland?"

Jefferson had tried his best to ignore the woman behind him, and that had led to her... not shutting up.

"You've doomed us. I never thought I'd die of color withdrawal, but here I am! Slowly dying! Because of you!"

It was getting increasingly hard to ignore it.

"I swear to the moon, if I start turning gray, I will actually harm you. I will rip your damn hat to shreds. And then you'll die here too."

VERY hard.

"Do you hear me, Hatter? Are you listening? I'm supposing you are, considering you look like you're about t-"

"YES, I can HEAR you!" Jefferson snapped, stopping and whirling around, his coat tails flying behind him.

Cheshire was only smirking at the man before her, obviously pleased with herself.

"Just checking!" Cheshire replied innocently cheerful. "Why are you taking so long? We have a mysterious item to collect from very dangerous entity!"

Jefferson groaned heavily, scraping his hand down his face.

"It's just down this road until the next fork," he called to her back, as she had walked on ahead of him. She turned slightly, her lips pursed slightly. "Left or right?" she asked.

"I can't tell you..." Jefferson replied cattily, catching up with her pace. He could feel the annoyance in her gaze, as she turned her head to face him beside her.

"Have it your way, Hatter. I don't plan to familiarize myself with this horrible place."

Jefferson shrugged cockily. "If you wish," he tutted, stuffing his hands in the pockets of his vest.

When the two of them reached the fork, Jefferson took a left.

Cheshire started humming a song as she followed him further into the dreadful land, earning a sharp look from the hatter. He raised a finger to his mouth, and backtracked to be directly beside Cheshire, instead of leading.

"If I'm not mistaken, we're close to where I need to be, and the thing is very sensitive to sound," Jefferson warned. "Therefore, please be quiet."

Cheshire just stared at Jefferson skeptically. "Sure, fine," she replied with a cocky shrug.

"I should warn you, though, that the thing is kinda a real wolf kind of monster that may or may not be tempted to kill you on sight, seeing as you are... or were a feline."

There was a moment of silence, prompting Jefferson to turn back to the woman behind him.

She had halted, and was ramrod straight, her fists clenched, and a sneer on her lips.

Before he could say anything else, Cheshire had managed to tackle him down to the ground, straddling his abdomen.

As Jefferson attempted to push her off of him, she gathered his wrists and smashed them into the ground above his head.

His eyes were wide and clear, the blue so vivid against the grainy color of the dirt.

"WHY didn't you say this earlier, Hatter," Cheshire spat. "If I die by canine, you wood mouse, my dying breath will be spent making sure you die first. Is that clear?"

"Crystal," Jefferson wheezed.

Cheshire narrowed her eyes dangerously, and what surprised Jefferson was that he could just make out the shine of her irises.

As she got up from his chest, without warning, she blew mist into his face.

Jefferson scrambled back on the ground, coughing. He had gone back a few feet, and now was slightly inclined, blinking up at the woman.

"What the hell was that!" he demanded, scrambling up.

"Nothing you need to worry about, Hatter," Cheshire growled. "Lead on."

Jefferson was confused when he complied immediately.

The moment Jefferson announced they had arrived at the clearing he needed to be in, Cheshire was immediately tackled by a blur of fur.

"Jefferson!" she had roared, outraged, but nonetheless took it upon herself to evaporate from the grip of whatever had attacked her.

She popped up on the opposite end of the clearing, watching the furry thing wearily. She noticed Jefferson was no where in sight.

Growling, she wielded both of her daggers, getting in a more defensive stance as she watched the man-dog figure out where she was.
It had the body of a man, but an excessive amount of hair on every available surface of skin.

"Disgusting," she muttered as the thing charged her.

A second before it's claws would have embedded themselves into her sides, she jumped into the air, turning to have her back face the ground. Levitating slightly, she elongated back flip, making her land directly in the center of the small clearing. After two more well-executed backward flips, she was where the man-wolf had been originally.

The creature expressed it's frustration through a loud growl, and made it's way to her once more.

When it was close enough, Cheshire became a small cloud of mist, diving down. She rematerialized crouched down, and used her mist to propel her upwards, delivering a savage blow to the creature, opening the thing's abdomen from below it's ribcage, to the shoulder blade.

The thing howled in pain, and tried to swipe at her in a frenzy. She simply disappeared and reappeared a foot away.

Flipping the knife in her right hand, she caught it by the blade and turned around. She used the momentum of her spin to launch the knife at the creature.

Needless to say, it died. Unless it could somehow survive a knife landing between the eyes.

She rematerialized herself beside the downed creature and gathered her silver dagger with a slight breath of relief.

Suddenly, her head whipped to the direction she heard Jefferson yelp a little ways away. Not in pain, but startled.

"CHESH!" he called desperately, his voice echoing in the clearing. "THERE'S MORE!"

"And who's fault is that," she muttered, crossing her arms, waiting for the hatter to show himself in the clearing.

She heard rustling in the trees, opposite of where she was in the clearing, and her eyes widened behind her mask as Jefferson shot out.

He was comically holding onto his hat on his head with one hand, and clutching his satchel to his chest with the other as he ran.

"RUN!" he roared, running past her quickly.

At the sight of four more, bigger, man-wolves, she immediately used her mist to deliver herself to his side.

As they ran, Cheshire noted that they wouldn't make it. The man-wolves were toying with them. Not even running as fast as they probably could.

She took a gamble, and shouted, "Keep going!" and disappeared with a puff of mist.

"Wh-" Jefferson looked to her. "What! Chesh! I need two people to LEAVE this place!"

But Cheshire wasn't listening, she was currently a mist cloud flying alongside the running man-wolves.

She wove between the creatures in her mist form until she was directly in the middle of them.

She rematerialized, levitating in the middle of the group, causing the things to become disoriented and confused. As one of the man-wolves tried to swipe at her, she dematerialized into a mist cloud again, meaning the claw intended for her was now dug into the man-wolf in front of it.

She repeated this process until the four beasts had killed each other with their bare hands... claws... whatever.

Jefferson had stopped after he realized that all of them were dead, and just stared at her as she looked down at the man-wolf corpses with a disturbing grin.

"You're crazy!" Jefferson exclaimed, a disbelieving smile pulling at his lips.

"I'm not crazy!" she retorted, looking up from the bodies. She turned her nose up in mock-offense. "My reality is just different than yours!"

Jefferson just shook his head with a disbelieving laugh. Cheshire laughed with him, sauntering quietly before him.

"So, I either had some mist in my ear, or you said that you needed me..." she teased, with a catty grin.

A/N: HAHhaha!

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