CHAPTER 3
"Found her ease dropping on the perimeter sir." The Brown Fluffy thing said, obviously a male. Alice looked behind her to see her captor. He was a brown rabbit that didn't seem to stop twitching. Everything about his appearance screamed chaos, but the way he spoke screamed nobility. He was wearing a brown trench coat and a white bow tie. He stood about an inch taller then Alice, one ear bend down one straight up. His teeth were pointing in all different directions. Alice looked around at the scene in front of her, three different tables where lined up the middle one was round and bulky, the one closest to her was square and tiny, and the one at the very edge was long and rectangular. The tables were all decorated with different tea pots and tea cups. There were sugar jars and cream jugs, along with little tea time snacks.
Looking around at the occupants of the table there was the Cheshire cat, not even giving her an inch of his attention, silently dunking a cookie into his steaming tea. Sitting at the end of the table was the most handsome man Alice had ever laid eyes on. He had light brown hair cut short but shaggy, kept underneath a rather large top hat. The top hat was stripped black and white with a tea cup in the corner and a gold pocket watch. He was also wearing a black and white striped suite. He was young maybe three years older than Alice herself, with he had scruff on his face, like he hadn't shaved in a couple of days. He had bright purple eyes that seemed to soften when he looked up at her that studied her just as she studied him taking in each of her details with a devilish smile.
"Ah, March, you have always loved finding and playing with new specimens." The Man she assumed to be The Mad Hatter said, he seemed to glide over to them. "Welcome, Welcome to my Tea Party." He smiled uncomfortably, shifting from foot to foot. The rabbit named March moved from behind her to grab a seat at the table, silently filling his cup up with tea before sticking a pocket watch in the cup and taking a bite.
"You look familiar sir." Alice said, mostly to herself.
Before he could open his mouth to respond they heard horse galloping in the distance. "This way!" Hatter said as he pushed her into the broken down windmill the three mad men called home. Slamming the door behind her, everything in the place was pitch black. She felt around for a light switch. Before Alice could move an inch the room started to brighten. Blinking her eyes she looked around for the source of the light, finally looking up she realized the light was coming from stars arranged on the ceiling, real stars! She sucked in a breath; it was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. When the stars were bright enough she looked around the room. Everything about the room felt familiar, the light blue curtains covering the small window. The bed in the corner, so covered with pillows and blankets she couldn't find the mattress. Every table in the place covered with trinkets from different events, yet the floor completely spotless, not a speck of dirt. Alice softly ran her hand over the table covered in everything picking up a necklace with a tiny tea pot on it. It felt so natural in her hand.
"Where is she?" Alice heard a man's booming voice demand from out side.
"I haven't a clue what your talking about. I've been here all day drinking my tea." She heard Hatter say.
"Oh come off it, we both know she would come here first, and we both know she's back, so therefore you know where she is." The other voice yelled. "She is mine, this infatuation you have with her will end or it's off with you head. By orders of my queen."
"Even if she is back and you find her, she will never succumb to you. She's always hated and pitied you..." Alice heard a loud crack and what seemed to be the weight of a body hit the floor. Alice flinched, she held her breath until she finally heard galloping heading away from the tea party. Before she knew it March and Cheshire burst through the door carrying Hatter to the bed. He had blood dripping from his head and seemed to be knocked out. The dormouse was jumping up and down yelling for them to put him on the bed.
Alice ran over to where they were and looking down at Hatter. Looking down at him a single tear dropped onto his forehead, she looked around to see who was crying and was surprised to find it was herself. Hatter opened his purple eyes to look up at her softly, smiling that it was her he saw. "Alice.." He said before whipping another tear threatening to fall from her cheek, before passing out again.
March and Cheshire looked at each other before taking hold of her arms and dragging her outside. "Sorry, he needs to rest up." March said twitching and shifting uncomfortably. "Hehehehe! Have some TEA!" He yelled jumping around before he ducked into the mill.
Cheshire rolled his eyes. "Sit, drink, be merry." He said shoving Alice into Hatter's seat at the end of the table. Smiling that pointy smile, Alice knew he was up to something. "We'll be back shortly." She called before a puff of pink smoke took his place. Alice tried peering through the open door, but it was closed by a fluffy striped pink and purple tail before she could see. Sighing she rested her head on her hands she silently drifted off to sleep instantly.
