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Hey, guys. It's been, what a year, almost? Sorry I haven't been updating. I uploaded a couple of chapters, so hit the next button to see the next one, okay? And scroll down for this one. I've been busy, what with high school, my dad leaving for Iraq and finding out not only does my Grandpa have cancer, so does my uncle. It's been hard, but I've learned a lot. Read, please. And tell me what you think, okay? Please?
Chapter 3
Now this sucks….. I thought as I was thrown over the shoulder of the blue haired guy. Poor Cheshire was being dragged by his ankles across the ground. I looked over at him, tying to catch his eye. After several attempts, he finally looked at me. The look in his eyes was so… sad and yet… angry. No, furious. Cheshire was furious. I looked away after realizing he was looking at blue-y here instead of me. He wouldn't be mad at me, right? I mean, I did nothing wrong but ask a few questions… wait, why am I worrying about this? I should be worrying about what the queen will do to me! While lost in my own little world, the person carrying me had asked to stop and set me down, saying I was too heavy to carry for too long. I had come back to reality at the end of this statement.
"Sure, Chris. Let's take a break and ask them what they think they were doing. But, I get the pleasure of waking sleeping beauty on your shoulder," rabbit-boy said, none too kindly. At this, Cheshire looked pissed. He started to thrash and struggle; it only made our kidnappers (could you call them that? I am sixteen and Cheshire looks at my age, maybe a little older…) snicker.
"Aww, look. The little kitty-cat doesn't like that," Blue-y (Chris was it?) cooed, but none to nicely. Rabbit-boy guffawed at this and almost dropped Cheshire's ankles, almost.
"Let's have that rest, shall we?" Rabbit-boy sneered. Turns out, he saw a clearing up ahead and had found it the perfect place to stop.
After walking, if you could call it that, the rest of the way to the clearing, Rabbit-boy dropped Cheshire's ankles and left him there, walking over to where Chris was placing me on the ground. He was only placing me because he didn't want to wake me up, but turns out I was awake the whole time, stupid. They looked at me, I could feel it. I had to close my eyes so that they wouldn't know I was awake. From the way I heard them laughing and Cheshire thrashing, I knew it wasn't a good look. Probably lust or something. That's what it felt like. Wait, how can feel how someone is looking at you? It makes no sense… while I thought this Rabbit boy had kneeled down beside me and was going to touch me. I had no idea how or where or when, but I knew he was going to touch me. The one thing that kept nagging at the back of my mind was: Why does Cheshire care so much? Is it just because these guys are creeps, or is it because he really cares?
"Kyaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!" ripped from my throat the second he touched my chest. My eyes flew open and I sat up so quickly I startled everyone around me. Cheshire recovered first and kept nodding his head towards the woods. The other two were still dazed from my scream and where still on the ground. I ran quickly to Cheshire and untied his feet, helping him up and then pulling him towards the woods. I didn't know where I was going, but I just knew I had to get there fast. Behind me, Cheshire was undoing his hand restraints as he ran.
We ran until we were out of breath and Cheshire figured out where we were, because I had no clue. I had just been running to get away from the creepers. Did I really just call two guys creepers? What am I? Four? While thinking, Cheshire had sat down on a log to regain his breath and pull the sock from his mouth, for the first time.
"Did you really pull that out just now? Why didn't you do it earlier?" I asked confusion written on my face (I'm sure) and dripping from my voice. Exasperation was too, but that's another story.
"Yeah, ouch. My jaw hurts now…. Anyway, I don't know, guess I never thought of it till now… Where do they get these things? Sheesh….." Cheshire answers, not looking at me, but the sock that was pink, frilly and slobbery. He was holding it daintily between his thumb and index finger. I started to giggle ounce he finished, because it so funny that he had said that with a straight face and the look he was giving the sock did not help any. "What?" he looked at me confused, yet at the same time he managed to look completely innocent. This just made me laugh more. He was starting to chuckle, too, by this point, though he still didn't know what was so funny.
"The look… haha… on your… face…. Sock… Ahahaha!" I couldn't stop laughing. Why is this… ha-ha… so… funny? It makes… ha-ha… no sense! I thought, still laughing. Cheshire just went on having hysterics right along with me. This went on for awhile. After we were reduced to tears, we went on giggling and chuckling.
"Why were we laughing again, Miss Alyss?" Cheshire asks, barely holding in his last few chuckles.
"Because you made a very funny face at that girly sock. I couldn't help but laugh, and as far as I can see, neither could you," I was also having trouble holding back my giggles.
"Yes, that I was. Any other questions?" He tilted his head to the side, looking innocent, but was anything but with that smile on his face.
"Umm….. I think so. What is your name? You never did get the chance to tell me. Will you answer any other questions I come up with while we start going where ever it is that we are going?" I asked, putting a finger to my lips in thought.
"Yes, I will answer any other questions you may ask. My name is-" he was once again cut off, but this time it was from a male with a top hat on and very gothic, Victorian clothed on. He was moving too fast for me to see his face, but I saw black hair. A second after I saw that, he had latched onto Cheshire, knocking him off of the log he was sitting on and flat on his back. As I watched them I thought, what the hell? Is this guy sane? Wait, stupid question. Let's try this again, is this guy gay or is he just more insane than the rest of us? Wait, rest of us?
During that time, a girl came out of woods and was now at my side, laughing at the two on the ground. I looked at the girl for a moment; then switched my gaze over to the guys. Cheshire was trying to get up but the other guy on top of him was too heavy and he kept falling back onto the ground. It was pretty funny, but I felt bad for Cheshire being stuck under some guy who tackled you and interrupted you had to suck, I should know. I didn't start laughing, though.
"Dammit! Hatter! Get off me!" Cheshire roared, pushed at the guy's shoulders. The guy laughed and started to get up, putting his hands and knees on either side of Cheshire, straddling him.
"Aww…. Is poor little Cheshire angry?" the guy cooed. At this, Cheshire turned a bright of red. Whether from anger or embarrassment, I don't know.
"Duh, now get off of me Hatter! I don't want to deal with your bi crap today!" if Cheshire wasn't blushing before, he was now. Hatter (I think that's his name) just laughed at this and moved away so Cheshire could get up and got up himself. "What the hell? Why in the world did you have to tackle me? I wasn't gone that long!"
"Haha, it is okay Cheshire. Hatter was just happy to see you and wanted to be the first to hug you, or tackle you in this case," the girl that was standing to the right of me a little ways came forward, still giggling slightly. This girl had brown hair and green eyes. Despite the plain colors about her, she was probably one of the most beautiful girls I have even seen. Is everyone in Wonderland good looking? I hope not…. Now I feel to plain…. I thought as I looked at her. The girl was dressed in a man's tailcoat and riding pants that they used to where in the olden days and had brown rabbit ears the same color as her hair.
Now that I looked at it, all of the people in front of me where dressed in olden day clothes that they wear twenty years ago in London. No one was paying me any mind as they argued, so I got to really look at them for the first time. Cheshire, I'm sure that's his name now, Hatter called him that, was wearing a black tailcoat and pants. They were torn and ripped, but it fit him perfectly. The shirt he had on underneath the tailcoat was white, but he had on an open blue and green striped vest. His shirt was open farther than it should have been, had he been dressed properly. There were patches on the elbows of his coat, each a different color and pattern. Cheshire had on fingerless green gloves and he had black dress shoes. This might have contributed to the people staring at him earlier, had they gotten past the fact that he has blue and green cat ears and tail. Odd…. Cheshire's eyes are the same colors as his ears and tail….. I thought. Hatter had on an old, tall top hat that still had a tag on it and yet the top was coming off. He also had on a tailcoat and riding pants. Although, Hatter's were brown, not black. Hatter was also wearing a mahogany vest that had a dark brown tie tucked into it. His shirt was white. Hatter's coat was also torn and ripped, but it had more patches than Cheshire's. Hatter's hair stuck out from underneath his hat and it was black in color. His eyes were a haunting mahogany color that seemed to read your soul, and in a creepy way. I had to look away quickly in order to maintain what little sanity I had left. I soon tuned into the conversation at hand.
"-at? There's someone else here? Who is it?" The girl was asking Cheshire, looking utterly confused.
"Yes, there is. Miss, will you come forward please? We won't harm you," Cheshire looked at me directly, asking me to move forward. The only thing odd was he didn't use my name. I know he knows it, so why doesn't he use it? I thought, stepping out of the darkness of the trees in to the clearing.
"Hmm…. Quite the oddball, isn't she?" Hatter said quizzically.
"I would say so… I mean, look at her. What is she wearing?" the girl stated, obviously condemning me. I had about enough then, but Cheshire had to throw his two cents in and I thought he was on my side.
"True, true. But look closer at her. Nothing about is odd in the normal sense of the word. She's quite normal, I would say. She doesn't belong here at all," Cheshire said, but it was very emotionless, like he had no heart in his chest. This is what made me snap, and snap hard.
"Now look who's talking. A cat-boy-," Cheshire's eyes widened, "-a rabbit-," the girl's mouth dropped open, "-and a frizz-haired boy in an ugly hat," I finished, watching Hatter's eyes narrow to slits.
"Who the hell do you think you are, talking to us like that?" the girl screams, furious.
"Me, of course. Who else would I be, may I ask?" I answer, smirking just to erk her.
"You? Who the hell are you?" She started to get red in the face, which was funny to watch because her friends got paler by the same rate.
"I am me, and no one else," I spat this because I didn't like the look she was giving me. The boys behind her were white as ghosts by this point. I could tell that something was up, and that I shouldn't give my name. Wait, maybe that's why Cheshire didn't say my name earlier? Is it because names have some kind of significance in Wonderland? I thought, probably paling a little myself.
"WHAT IS YOUR NAME?" she was shrieking at me now, not letting up. By the color her friends turned, I knew I was in a bad situation and I wasn't going to get any help unless she started to throw a punch.
"I won't tell you, I'm not stupid," I answered. My voice was a little shaky from fear of being hit.
"Of course you're not, Miss," Cheshire stepped forward, grabbing the girl's shoulder before she could lunge at me. "Now, I a terribly sorry for my friend here," He turned to the girl, "Hare, apologize. That is no way to talk to someone whom we just met."
The girl looked up at him, "Why in the world should I? She was the one who insulted us first; she should be the one apologizing!"
"Hare has a point you know, Cheshire. She did insult all of us, so she should apologize too," hatter stepped forward now. His eyes were glinting with something along the lines of amusement and sadism.
"Yes, I know this. Although, Hare-," he looked at her again and something inside me stirred, though I don't know what it was, "-you were even more rude than the miss standing here with us."
"Oh. Right. Sorry….." Hare said, still looking at Cheshire.
"Umm…. I think you were supposed to say that to me, not Cheshire. I was the one you were yelling at," I said, a little confused at why that emotion was stirring inside me again. "Also, I am sorry for what I said. My temper got the best of me and it was terribly foolish of me to say such things. I'm sure they aren't true, but I will have find out, no?"
"It is quite alright, Miss."
"Yes, quite alright, Child," Hatter mumbled, staring at me. This is wired…. Why is he staring at me? Do I have something on my face? Or are my eyes just that weird here too? I thought, glancing at him then looking away.
"Hare?" Cheshire said looking at her. The feeling is back, great.
She sighed and then said, "Okay. I am terribly sorry for what I have done. My temper is short and controls my actions often. Please forgive me."
"Uhh… I accept you apology. Will you accept mine for what I have said?" I answer, trying not to snap, though I didn't know why I would want to.
"I accept it."
"Alright then! Now that that is over with, let us get acquainted. Shall we?" Hatter said, coming farther forward and drawing everyone's eyes to himself.
"Yes, we should. But first, let us explain some things, seeing as how we were so rude before and the Miss obviously isn't from around here," Cheshire answers, looking at me and winking discretely. Is he trying to make up for completely ditching me just now? Ah, well, it's working ether way. His eyes do make him look like he's sorry…..