Title: Arýza
Rated for:Language, mentions of abuse, sex, insanity - This chapter rated M
Genre:Angst, Hurt, Adventure, Suspense
Fandom/Universe: America McGee's Alice / Supernatural
Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester and OC's.
Pairings: Dean/OC, OC/Hatter, OC/Cheshire Cat
Spoilers/Warning: Season4 and the boys are trying to save some seals. No mention of the episodes and this is mostly AU.
Disclaimer: Supernatural and all related characters are copyright Eric Kripke, Kripke Enterprises & The CW Network. Alice belongs to American McGee, EA and Rogue Entertainment. No infringement intended.
Summary: There is a purpose and a reason for everything…She was never just a girl, not when the angels watched over her and Underland was in her blood.
Status: In-progress
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She stands at the window staring at the rain pelting the glass, moping. It's her birthday and even if the songs says 'I'll cry if I want to' it seems pointless when heaven is doing it for her.
"Rýza,"
She sighs but turns to face her Mother and there's a small red box in her hand. Arýza grins and runs across the room.
"Presents? Really Mom?" because they'd said there wouldn't be any, had told her not to expect much and she understands why.
"It belonged to your Grandmother Astrid." One of the few able to keep her sanity and face the family's burden… Light green eyes rest on the box, there's no smile, can't be for what she is about to do to Arýza.
"What is it?" Arýza questions, brow slightly furrowed. She doesn't remember the old woman very well; hardly ever saw her because she lived in London, in the family home. It occurs to her that it might be her inheritance and that's sobering, dampens her initial excitement over receiving a gift.
It's only been a month. The family mourns- observes the strictest etiquette in respect for the old woman's passing. They wear black from head to toe- no exception. Arýza's friends question her about it, the black but they don't understand, think it's so lame…
Arýza would agree with them, only…
"Open it." Alena holds out the box, eyes on her daughter and knows there is nothing she can do to change this.
Small hands reach towards it, curl around the red leather carefully and take possession innocently.
Ω
"Alicein Wonderland?" Dean is clearly having trouble believing Sam but the proof is right there in front of them. The gold and silver leaf frame still resting against Bobby's shabby living room wall. He can't get the image of Arýza out of his head, her small hand pressing on the surface and the blinding light that took her-. He can't stop thinking of her; the tears in her eyes, the expression- he knows what it is, what he saw- sorrow, guilt, and that he doesn't understand. He doesn't know what there is for her to feel guilty over…
Dean rubs both hands over his face, they're no closer to figuring out where she is and Sam is talking fairy tales.
"…said the woman was screaming 'off with their heads' and a man with gold eyes-."
"Whoa, wait, what?" Dean sits up, his focus now on Sam instead of the mirror and the last sight he has of Arýza- Dean scowls. Just the mere mention of Yellow Eyes puts him in a bad mood and here it's sounding as if there's a tie to Arýza and the death of her family. "Yellow Eyes."
Its been two years and here that SOB is still coming up to haunt them!
Even Bobby won't touch that subject and it's all on Sam to explain it again. He draws a long suffering breath and eyes his brother, who is likely half-drunk already but at least he came in earlier than usual. And what Sam has to say about Arýza…
"Here." Sam opens the worn journal and shoves it under Dean's nose. "Dad made a note of this. A case he followed up on-."
"Because of the man with gold eyes." Dean finishes for him reading the short paragraph their Father wrote years before. A woman- to all appearances normal and healthy. One day she started yelling 'off with their heads!' and no one paid her much attention until they found the first decapitated corpse in her living room. She'd claimed the golden eyed King had approved them all… just another nut. Only John had spoken to her; "…the mirror was stolen. The family of the victim tried to claim it but had no documentation to prove it was theirs. It's gone now; the original owners took possession…"
"Dad would've followed up on this. He would have tried speaking to the original owners but they were never mentioned." Sam grabs the file on Bobby's desk and flips through it. "Here." The faded picture shows a young woman sitting on a couch, two others in chairs but Dean's attention is taken by the familiar frame hanging in the background. "It was theirs- Arýza's family owns this."
Sam looks towards the ornate mirror in Bobby's house. Dean sits back, shakes his head and tries to stop his head from spinning. 'Did she know?' he can't help the flash of anger, to think that she kept that to herself, maybe lied to them and no, not outright lied but she never said anything and that's worse than lying isn't it?
"Friend sent me this." Bobby walks around the desk unrolling a faded parchment. Sam lends a hand and together they have the long sheet laid on the cleared table. "Got it this morning along with a few other… let's leave it at interesting." He blows a short breath past his lips and Sam points out the obvious.
"This is her family tree."
Dean gains his feet, green eyes narrowed glancing from Bobby to Sam and stops between them to stare at the chart. That brittle, yellowed paper filled with names…
"Now, the story wasn't just something dreamt up to entertain a young girl- two actually, and it wasn't until later that it became a published piece. Everyone thinks it's a coming of age tale…" Sam has this glint in his hazel eyes, college boy tone and it's not the time to be showing off. "This was real, Dean. Alice Liddell was real, and Wonderland- the book, I'm pretty sure it was all real."
"Sam-. Come on!" Dean exclaims. He's looking for a way to help Arýza, find her and Sam is- he's-
"I know how this sounds, Dean." Sam straightens and Bobby hangs his head over the chart. He knows exactly what's going through Dean's mind, it's the same thing Bobby was thinking when he first heard this and arguing about what's real and not is a waste of time they can't afford.
"Hell, I'm with you, Dean. Seems farfetched- crazy…" Bobby eyes him. "Then again, we've been dealing with angels." Incredible as that had sounded at first.
"Fine." Dean snaps and looks at the chart they are so ready to take as truth. The names are faded but still legible and there's so many of them-
"It starts withAlice." Sam begins. "From the book we know of her experience but there's nothing else. Until," he taps a faded name on a lower branch, "Alma Dunn," he looks to Bobby who moves to get a dusty file from under the pile he has stacked on the chair.
"The girl was institutionalized."
"For what?" Dean is surprised, reads the initial report and sees the girl was only thirteen.
"Keep reading." Bobby orders. "And she aint the last one."
Dean looks up from the yellowed papers in his hands, eyebrow raised but Bobby isn't kidding. The file is all kinds of interesting, mostly because the girl, Alma, suffered 'terrible nightmares'. She was caged after a particularly violent episode in which she hurt another member of the family- not named and Dean can't find any confirmation that was true. The file lists the various treatments the girl underwent- it's a creepy reminder of the ghostly doctor from the haunted asylum they worked two years back.
"There were others after,Alma?" he looks up and Bobby's holding another file for him. Four more to be exact, each thick and yellowed. There's a picture of each girl in the recent ones. They were all girls, barely teens and each one started the same as the one before…suffering from nightmares and hallucinations.
"Only girls." Sam points out. "A few other Alice's but these; Alicia McDane, Alizé Devoe, Ally Graze, Allison Beck…"
"I get it." Dean assures and flips through the fifth file Bobby hands him. "All of them have names that begin with 'A' or vary on 'Alice'. So far all of them had nightmares and then they were sent to a hospital." He glares at Sam because they both know Arýza's sleeping habits and Dean isn't about to let his brother imply she's messed up. He knows her dreams are of the fire, what she saw and heard- he felt the faded scar on her shoulder… He listened to the hesitant whisper of her voice answer his questions- he still didn't get much, just bits to fill in what Bobby managed to dig up on her. He knows she was afraid, has run because of it and questions her sanity because it just doesn't seem real … at least it hadn't when she was alone …
"Dean," Sam huffs a tired breath. He doesn't want to argue with Dean about Arýza, doesn't want to point out the obvious- that there is a pattern here, that there is a lot of sense in what Bobby and he have been able to uncover.
"No." Dean glares and the files land on the table. He looks at them both, his jaw clenched. "She barely made it out of a burning house. She's been running ever since, avoiding people and who the hell knows what other things she's come across on her own. No." he won't stand there and listen to krap. He knows what its like to close your eyes and only see the screaming faces, hear the pain, feel it… She suffers her nightmares in silence, she isn't violent, not his pixie and Sam should know that.
"We don't know anything about Arýza, Dean." It's the puppy dog eyes and that just pisses off Dean more. "She doesn't talk, doesn't deny or explain anything we've asked her- unless," Sam pauses, eyes his brother and leans on the table. "Unless she told you something."
Dean glares at Sam, fists clenched and his little brother just stands there, all high and mighty when its Sam drinking demon blood, Sam lying, Sam fucking a demon, Sam SamSamSam and what the fuck for?
"No."
Bobby interrupts the silent glaring match and sets a picture on the table, tapping it with his finger to get their attention.
"Either of you recognize this?"
It's a moment before Sam and Dean both look down. The woman in the photograph bears a slight resemblance with Arýza, around her eyes and mouth, the dark hair… both notice the pendant she is wearing and while Sam turns to look at the mirror Dean runs his finger along the omega, tracing its shape and remembers doing the same on Arýza when she untangled it from her hair.
"She has one." Dean looks up at Bobby. She'd told him it was a gift, got it for her thirteenth birthday, just a few weeks after her grandmother died.
"It's on the mirror, in the gold leaf." Sam points out, his nose inches from the heavy frame as he traces the pattern carved in the wood. Bobby saw it before, when he went over the damn thing trying to find a makers mark. The leafs or what he'd though were leafs… just more of the omega's intertwined.
"Idjits." Bobby grumbles. He remembers looking up some information on a case the boys had been working on months ago. It's incredible the things that seem to escape the boys when Bobby knows neither of them is stupid. Then again this is becoming more and more about the Seals and Lucifer than just their run of the mill hunting. "Didn't you boys have a case-."
"The mausoleum." Dean cuts it, clearly remembers looking for the symbol on the-
"The same night we -."
"Almost got her killed." Dean frowns at his brother, thinks back to that night five months ago and how she wasn't surprised by the demons, her quick action and now the remnants of the sigils on the walls and the door makes sense. Arýza had been hiding, had protected her little hideout and they'd barged in, tore it down and left her defenseless. She'd had more than enough good reason to be angry with them…
There's a million things going through his mind and foremost is where Arýza knew to draw those sigils. How did she know about demons before the Winchesters ever got to her…?
"CASTIEL!"
Dean's voice echoes through Bobby's house and he doesn't stop yelling for the angel, just like he doesn't plan on letting the pigeon get away without answering his questions.
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Arýza wakes, silvery-green eyes blinking in the faint light.
"…anywhere…"
Hatter's echo rings deeply and the slightest shift brings reminders of how easily he has taken her. She offers no protest each time, can barely remember why she should-
"More tea?" Hatter asks at her side, the tea cup held out for her. She still won't take the red cups though she doesn't know why. Black or gray…
Arýza sits up, sips from the tea while Hatter watches intently. He brushes inky strands over her shoulder, pale thin hands skimming over her bare skin. They've come to see the un-Alice, residents of Underland and it's almost time only she's so full of warmth…
Arýza flinches at the feel of his cold mouth on her neck. As usual Hatter doesn't care and he mutters under his breath the same promise over and over. "I'll take you anywhere." She shivers when his hand grasps her hip. The silk tablecloth is like her, offering no resistance as he pulls Arýza to the edge.
Hatter takes the teacup and carelessly tosses it on the table. Blue-green eyes swirl with mesmerizing insanity and Arýza ignores it in favor of removing his coat. She flinches from the cold touch of his mouth, reaches up for the top hat and carefully sets it on the table ignoring as he slips the shoulders of her dress down her arms. She shivers from the touch of hands, winces at the feel of his hands skimming over her chest. When she faces Hatter again his eyes are glued to the gold pendant hanging between her breasts.
He runs his hands over her, palms each breast while Arýza sits still under the assault, she isn't supposed to go anywhere, do anything other than what Hatter says…
She's been staring at the trees, following the clouds-anything to keep from feeling the cold each time Hatter makes his promise, same words over and over-
"…warm, still full of warmth…" Hatter mutters trailing his hands on her thighs. His eyes swirl, the colors blending as he stares at the pendant. He doesn't miss the slight wince in her expression as he parts her legs, the hiss of breath as he reaches a hand between her thighs and he searches for that warmth he's begun to crave more of. She sits still for him, like a statue only she is flesh and blood… Hatter reaches up; a single finger taps tentatively at the charm. Arýza gasps at the flash of heat, jerks away from Hatter and bumps a teapot over. He glares and the faint image of a blond man with green eyes that fades as quickly as it appeared to leave Arýza confused.
"Once more." Hatter assures, hands painfully gripping her thighs as he pulls her towards him. Arýza draws back, brow furrowed but Hatter doesn't give her time to think. He pins her down, grips her hips and her addicting warmth envelopes him.
"…wait…!" Arýza gasps with a shiver that has her trembling in his embrace. She tries to remember, pushes against him to bring back the image but its Hatter's swirling blue-green eyes Arýza can't ignore and the uncomfortable mass once more pushing in.
"Just one." Hatter moans against her mouth, swallowing her whimper. His fingers grab at her shoulder, the strap easily sliding down and his tongue is licking at her skin finding even more to taste than the time before. There's always more, each time more so he doesn't think it will ever be enough.
"…please…" Arýza moans, eyes turning towards the sky and tries just once more to push against Hatter. She feels the cold seep deeper into her, fill her from the inside until it pours out. "…cold…" another tremor tears through her and she grips Hatter's coat looking for warmth.
"Yes," Hatter agrees. "Yes, yes." Just once more, one more has to be enough after all, she is willing. It isn't his Alicebut this tortured girl is good enough if not more than. He doesn't care about her soft whimpers, ignores the weak pleas. This time she is his.
For Arýza the world only consists of Hatter and she makes the best of it. There's no comfort anyway she moves to accommodate him. No relief for the wicked and she is wicked-
'The beginning…'
The voice is familiar, the cool tone, its slight accent- a memory of a place forgotten, a place full of wonder and magic and…warmth.
"More!" Hatter exclaims, hips thrusting hard enough the table moves. He gets his wish, the heat slowly building, changing, becoming unbearable and yet he won't let her go. He can't and Arýza is no better the way she holds to him. She pulls on his coat, drags him towards her only there isn't any relief.
It's the burst of heat, an incandescent glow and it envelopes her. The freezing chills she's suffered through abates just slightly and Hatter can't ignore it. He doesn't like the heat, its more than he wants to feel and yet he stubbornly refuses to let her go- "Not yet."
She arches off the table, flush against him and Hatter finally jerks back clutching at his chest where the white shirt has been singed. His eyes swirl blue-green, faster and faster and the shape is clear.
"You…" he taps at the red mark on his skin and it hurts, pains him to the very bone…
Silvery-green eyes watch him and Hatter knows she is lucid, clearly aware of her surroundings. This time she isn't going to be easy to tame, confuse and riddle until he has her turned around, bent to his desires.
"Not anywhere!" her tone is sharp, eyes dark with anger. Her small hands tremble as she pulls the sleeves back in place, covering herself. He doesn't miss the wince of pain as she slips off the table, the unsteadiness of her legs and her skirt is tugged down but she can't fix the torn stockings, she can't banish the marks on her skin from his teeth and his hands.
"Anywhere, Un-Alice." Hatter grins. He takes two strides and has her in hand before she even makes a move to stop him.
"No! And I'm notAlice!" she yells. Arýza pushes against him, makes a fist and punches Hatter. He only grins, blood on his lip and then Arýza feels the heavy blow on her cheek. All she sees is the silk table cloth, catches sight of green patches before the sky is once more overhead.
"No-!" she's breathless as his weight crushes her. "Get off!" this time she tastes blood on her lip and she has to blink in order to focus.
Hatter keeps his hand on her neck, holds her down and makes his promise again. Her struggles are weak and she claws at his hand. He feels her buck under him, the grin widening, eyes shining bright green. She screams at him; panic, fear… Hatter loves the sound, the feel of his tortured girl.
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He stands silent under their scrutiny, blue eyes unflinching before Dean's angry demands for answers on Arýza and what the mirror did to her. They don't understand because they don't know and Castiel is not allowed to tell them.
"Where!"
Cas shifts his gaze from Sam to Dean, head slightly tilted- as though he's trying to figure something out. He knows they don't like it; they fight everything they are asked to do, always question each command- they disobey…
"You can't follow her."
Confusion flashes in the green eyes before anger dominates him again. Dean doesn't want to hear 'can't' when he's asking 'where'.
"Why the hell not?"
"What do you mean 'follow'? Is she in Wonderland?" Sam doesn't expect the angel to stand so close to him so suddenly. They've spoken to him about 'personal space' before- well, Dean has. The blue eyes seem to flash with inner light and there's no doubt the angel is displeased.
"No." Cas answers, its as much as he's able to tell them though it seems they've learned enough on their own. He wonders at how his brothers tend to underestimate the humans, to look down upon them when its clear there is more to them than the chaos they create.
"But the mirror…" Sam protests. "It has the omega and Arýza wore the same pendant that's in the picture of her grandmother. It was hers. Wasn't it?"
Cas just stares at them, all three think they know-think they have all the answers about the girl and Sam has most of it already. Sam and Bobby have found a lot of information- things they weren't meant to know and down deep, Castiel is pleased that they have.
"What does it mean? What is she?" Dean hates to ask the next question but it has to be answered. "Why was Azazel interested in her?"
"Azazel has nothing to do with Arýza or her family." Cas frowns, his gaze wanders over the three men again and he moves towards the mirror. He studies it and the reflection of them in it. The blue eyes narrow and a soft image of Underland forms in the glass; the spindly forest trees, the riot of brilliant colors of the flowers and the expanse of green from the fields… in the distance stands the castle, its bloody visage an abomination to what Underland had once been. He can feel its power, hear the soft hum the mirror emits- too low for the hunters to ever notice. No, Azazel has nothing to do with Arýza, with Underland… but Arýza has her part to play.
Sam takes a step back from the intensity of Castiel's gaze when Dean moves in.
"What the hell is going on, Cas!" because the angels give the barest amount of information- none aside from giving orders.
Bobby steps in, calmly motioning for Dean to back down as he addresses the angel jerking them around before Dean gets himself in 'trouble'.
"We already know she has something to do with the boys… is she in trouble?"
Cas looks at Bobby, the concern for Arýza and wonders at the reason for it. Bobby has no ties to the girl, knows nothing of her… yet he worries and again Castiel doesn't understand the abhorrence his brothers have for the humans. They are not all bad – tainted … there are redeeming qualities in each.
He looks towards the mirror again, finds Bobby's reflection and the smoke only dims the brilliant hues. The blue eyes shift towards Dean and yes, they all have a part to play in this game- two fold and Cas was always right. The Cat stares back at him, cocky grin in place. Each of them a part of the men in the room…
"She has help." He turns away and Dean calls him back, like a human would call his dog and Cas is not a dog. "You can't help her." His tone is harsh, voice low and Dean recognizes it, can't forget the threat uttered in the same tone that first meeting between them. "It's not your place, Dean. Protect the seals, that is what you should be doing."
"Why?" Sam draws their attention, stands beside the mirror and Castiel sees the red figure reflected in the glass. "You left her with us, no explanation and now we just leave her? To what? Why aren't you telling us anything? Why won't you let us help her?"
And what is Cas supposed to tell them? That Arýza's task will either save them or damn them just as much as Sam's actions will affect their futures? At least with her there is a chance of saving a soul- the one for the good of the many…
"You cannot follow her." Cas states once more to the brothers. His stare lingers a bit longer on Sam and that makes him shift uncomfortably. They both know Sam lies; the darkness sweeps over him and he doesn't fight it, turns blindly from the precipice he is rushing towards. "Protect the seals."
Dean curses loudly at his disappearance.
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He lays her by the pool, rainbow eyes staring intently at her bruised 't realize his teeth are bared and the soft growl makes her stir. He backs up, doesn't want to frighten her and forces his anger to heel. Her brow furrows, she must be in pain and Cat moves to the pool where he dips a patch of moss into the water before returning to her side. The cool touch on her face wakes her and the silvery-green eyes he remembers flutter open. He has missed her…
She stiffens momentarily at his touch and he waits, doesn't move or speak and Arýza calms. He wipes the dried blood from her lip, the familiar gentle touch … She knows him and her eyes shimmer for what she's done.
"Cat."
His slow smile at her name for him earns a little sob then Arýza sits up andCheshiretakes her in his arms. He never hesitates and his touch is gentle.
"I'm sorry." She holds onto him with both arms, face buried in his chest doing her best not to cry anymore. She can think only of what she's done- the feel of the knife in her hand, cutting into him without hesitation…
"You did exactly as you should."Cheshireassures. He isn't upset over the knife she stuck in him, that's exactly what he'd taught her to do and expected no less. "I would've been disappointed otherwise."
"But I hurt you-." Arýza protests, pulls away to look up and finds that same grin on his face. The inky blue hair and violet streaks reaches to his shoulders, falls in his eyes… she doesn't think twice of reaching up and running her fingers through it.
"Nothing is ever permanent in Underland, Arýza. How many times have I told you so?" his eyebrow raises slightly in mocking question. The familiar gesture only makes her feel worse- how could she have ever forgotten? He is unique- nobody else anywhere could come close to comparing toCheshire…
"You forgot how Hatter likes his tea." White teeth flash quick and he growls deep in his chest, eyes narrowed and she can easily see his hair puff up and almost wants to laugh at how much like a cat he behaves and remembers that is exactly what Cheshire is.
"The tea?" her brow furrows and its obvious there's a lot she has forgotten. Her eyes wander the forest where they are and can't help but feel it is all familiar and yet there is nothing she recognizes.
"Hatter."Cheshirerepeats just a little harsher, drawing her attention. "He isn't the same Hatter, Arýza." Not the same and yet he is, the tea is still laced with his favorite poisons and while they aren't exactly the lethal kind, Hatter's tea damages the mind as much a he does with his words. "I tried to warn you- well," he shrugs because really, Cat had wanted to kill Hatter. The feeling has intensified and were it not for the CardGuards invading Hatter's two person tea party, Cat would have his head.
"You've had other lessons." Cat notes and he knows where the skills have been learned. He is only grateful Arýza has improved because he has feared her time away had erased the memories of Underland.
"No." Arýza shakes her head only she has a flash of memory- an image of two men, both striking at each other and laughing... "I've…."
Cat doesn't miss how quickly she looks away from him, hides her eyes and knows there is something she doesn't want to speak of. All Arýza can think of is the Winchesters, remembers their attempts at self-defense lessons, of watching them- studying their moves… She remembers Dean, in that moment before leaving; 'I hurt him.'
There was never any choice for her. When Castiel placed her in their care, spending those months with them, hunting, chasing after the seals… Underland was always Arýza's destination.
"What happened, Cat? Why is- why did he…?" her voice breaks and Arýza wipes her eyes again. She can't believe her Hatter would do them any harm. She remembers Underland…of visiting and the three of them; Cat, Hatter and Arýza running free through Underland Woods, swimming in the pools with Cat while Hatter sat out because he said it wasn't how a proper tea party was supposed to be conducted. They'd always splash Hatter, laugh and drench him and Hatter would pretend to be upset… "What happened to him?"
Cat traces the sad droop of her dusky lips, careful not to hurt her more than Hatter has already. He knows what comes next, where he needs to take her and wishes they had just a little more time together.
He has missed her.
"It's the RedKing." His hand cups on her jaw and neck, a warm weight she leans into and Cat wants nothing more than to erase the sorrow from the silver-green eyes he can easily remember shining with mischief and mirth. "He rules Underland and this is what's become of our home."
It's a dark and twisted version of what she remembers. Cat isn't happy and the anger is easy to see and feel- Arýza reaches her hands to his face, traces the outline of his jaw and up to his brow. The touch of her small hand smooth's the scowl from his face and the rainbow eyes close for a moment. Her tentative smile is in response to the soft purr Cat emits at her touch. Memories surface- of Cat and… Arýza draws back, smile gone and stares atCheshire.
Rainbow eyes lock with silver-green.
Ω
The RedKing sends his guards to retrieve the Un-Alice. A unit of Hearts, the strongest of the card force. He will take no risks where the Un-Alice is concerned. What the RedKing does not count on is Cheshire Cat and his own attempt to retrieve the Un-Alice from Hatter. One returns, one of the entire troop…
Hatter falls to his knees, hat gone and shirt torn. There's blood on his cheek, running down his temple and staining his once pristinely white shirt. A dark swatch of hair falls in his eyes but even so the shine of blue-green is clearly visible.
"You were given a task."
Hatter stiffens; head bent and waits for the blow. He doesn't for one second feel comforted by the gentle- almost lazy tone of voice.
"Where is the girl?"
He shakes his head and slowly looks up at the red armored figure reclining on the ornate chair. The gold eyes narrow and that doesn't bode well for Hatter.
"She was with you."
Hatter can't deny that, not when all of Underland saw her at his table. He showed her off- happy to do so, to use her knowing the tale would eventually reach the Cat. Even now Hatter's red mouth slowly curls at the corners, the memory of the rainbow eyes narrowed on the sight of their Un-Alice spread under him… Oh, how the Cat had cut through the Cards-
"Hatter!"
Blue-green eyes automatically look up at the RedKing. His laughter dying out. The gold eyes are cold; there won't be any mercy to be had today, not ever-
He rises, the bloody cape draping over his iron clad shoulder reveals the glint of silver at the RedKing's side. Hatter tenses, eyes on the slow approach, filling with anxious energy.
The RedKing stops in front of Hatter, the gold eyes looking down on the disheveled figure before him.
"What to do, what to do…"
"Off with their heads!" echoes in the RedKing's mind.
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AN: Ok, So I drew a sort of comparison between the Underland characters and SPN. If you haven't noticed it yet, I'm not about to specifically point out who is who…