Chapter 4 revised on: 2/25/12

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Alana's body grew heavy. Strangely, as the one called Hatter approached, she became rather nervous. Chaos Creation had said he had a temper, and although Alana couldn't see Hatter just yet, for he was still walking towards them, she could tell his stride was filled with anger, hatred, and sorrow. He was almost stomping to get here. Well, this was going to be fun.

She truthfully didn't want to deal with such a sour puss, but if he was the way up, then that is how it was. The young girl pushed a strand of brown hair behind her ears, smiling to herself and telling herself it would be alright.

She then glanced to the old man, the distorted troubled old man. She felt horrible for some odd reason. Alana couldn't actually be mean, but she could be sassy. She had outsmarted someone who lived off their tricks. It was like loosing right by the finish line. Alana frowned a bit, looking at the creature before her.

"Chaos Creation," Alana asked to pass time,"Why are you down here?"

"What do you mean? I'm down here because I'm not up." Chaos Creation hissed, walking around his desk. Before she knew it, an office tore up from the ground around him in a similar fashion to how the desk appeared. The grass ripped away to reveal what Chaos Creation would call a work space. There was a bookshelf, a chair (a normal chair), to counters in the back lined in the same dark wood as the desk that had appeared not too long before. Alana then placed her hand on her hip, seeming rather annoyed. He didn't want to answer her questions. Riddles. More riddles.

Alana was trying to be nice here.

"Are you having fun?" the girl then questioned, tapping her foot impatiently on the grassy ground.

The man glanced up from his position, for he had taken a seat, and was now relaxing at his desk. His feet were propped up, his eyes were glossy, and his smile was crooked. Chaos laughed,"Much fun, thank you. And no, people from above bother me too much. They think too much like a flat line. Such as the cube. They are the surfaces, and I as well are you, are the edges. We have a point to what we say."

Alana raised an eyebrow at his statement, almost laughing as she snorted,"Well clearly I'm having a hard time getting yours."

"Good. Then you are on the right track." Chaos croaked, slamming his hands down onto the table and standing up,"Ah! Hatter, finally, come take this girl away. She asks too many questions."

"A girl had defied your tricks?"

"My toughest. Rather a nuisance, wouldn't you say?"

"Then get better tricks, old man."

Alana stood there, she didn't turn around to look at the one called Hatter. Her heart raced. She did not want it to be another walking garbage can like Chaos Creation. She was afraid to see some crazy, 40 year old british man with a beer belly and a snotty, unshaved face. She did not want to look. Alana hesitated, staring at the trickster, who was looking behind her at the new figure. Chaos Creation grinned and sat down, only to begin whatever paper work he appeared to have. He had paper work?

This was all getting odd.

"What are you waiting for. If you want to get to the top, come with me. Or you can stay here. I don't care either way." That was the british voice of Hatter. Alana sighed, rolling her eyes. Fine. Better get through with it.

Alana turned around, yet, she never realized how wrong her imagination was. Hatter was not 40, nor 30. He appeared around 20, maybe 21. He wore a light gray hat over a mat of dark brown hair, hair that matched his chocolate eyes. His body consisted of a matching gray jacket, a black buttoned up shirt that hung loose around the collar. He also wore black pants. Nothing to accessorize, no tie, nothing. His outfit was dull. However, his face red of emotion.

Shock. He took a step back, shaking his head back and fourth. Alana was confused. He was looking at her as if she were a ghost of sorts. Alana glanced around her. Was he looking at her?

"Who are you?" Hatter demanded.

The brunette simply replied,"My name is Alana. I'm trying to find someone so I need to go up."

"Who are you trying to find?"

"None of your concern." Alana replied in a calm tone, yet slightly defensive. This man was already just bullying her. She didn't like it. He was setting a bad mood in Alana because he wanted what he couldn't have. This was all she needed. 2 more minutes because she was in the above ground. She didn't have to become friends with him.

"Fine. Fine." Hatter then said, placing his hands on his hips. His face was clearly expressing how annoyed he was. What the hell did she do? "Are you trying to find Alice?"

Alana furrowed her eyebrows,"Alice? Who is Alice?" Alice in Wonderland?

Hatter then moved forward, standing in front of the girl. Alana could smell the sweet cinnamon taste that fluttered off his jacket, his own scent that was infiltrating her senses. He glared down into her face, their proximity close as if his intention was to become intimidating. Alana, however, wasn't afraid. Hatter sneered,"You don't know who the Queen of Hearts is?"

"Am I suppose to know who that is too?"

"Alice, the Queen of Hearts of Wonderland. You look like you could be her sister." Hatter explained scratching the bridge of his nose lightly,"But you are different. You are shorter, your eyes are dark, and you are more." He glanced down to her body.

He would not mention the last part. Alana wouldn't say it either. Back in school, Alana was known for something. She hated it. God, she hated it. She had went to get her first bra in third grade. What did this mean? Curvy. Large on top, tiny waist, and smooth finishing legs. Alana was cursed.

But, she was rather self conscious of what people constantly thought. It was a terror for Alana, because she was misjudged and called names she is not. And Hatter was clearly evaluating her in the wrong wrong way.

"I won't say," Hatter finished, raising his eyebrows as he looked back to Chaos Creation who was now staring at his cube again. The man at the desk gave Hatter a toothy smile and a thumbs up. "Be prepared for the largest survey of your life." Chaos warned, pointing to Alana and then winking. Alana groaned a bit, but in a friendly way. He was making fun of her, but it was childish. Perhaps they were on better terms.

Hatter shifted in his stance as he inhaled deeply,"Alright." He then explained,"Let's go. Don't be annoying. If you ask a question, I'm leaving you." His eyes bore into her soul, cruel. He was not trying to be nice. And while Chaos Creation had scared her, this man didn't. He was grumpy. He wasn't threatening.

The man then held out his arm, pointing it in the direction then were going and then started on his stride as if not caring.

"Attitude." Alana whispered under her breath, shaking her head as she followed after him. Hatter seemed to have serious issues. He was acting so rude. Really. What kind of person storms the way he does, walk in, and has the nerve to call her annoying right off the bat. He doesn't even know her.

She would not stand by and be demeaned by someone as stuck up as Hatter. No. Alana was never the one to stand by and let herself be belittled. She'd ask him questions to piss him off. Why? Because she is in a fantasy world and she has a right to get some answers.

"Hatter?"

"What did I say about shutting up."

"I don't care. I have a question." Alana edged on, trotting after him.

"Here comes the headache." Hatter muttered, placing his face in both of his hands, rubbing it slightly as he moved.

Alana resisted the urge to yell at this man. She mustered up the will to not say what she wanted to, but, choose to continue,"Why are you so defiant with me?"

"Why are you so persistent?"

Alana's shook her head, her mouth opening wide as she hollered,"I asked one question!"

"Still a question!" Hatter replied, raising a finger in the air.

"And you haven't given me an answer."

Hatter's lips formed into a straight line. The man turned around so that he was walking backwards,"Because, I don't have to."

Alana crossed her arms as she stomped onwards. Clearly, this guy was a terrible person. She didn't do anything wrong. Anything. And he was treating her like the lowest dirt on the planet. She wanted to kick him, yet she knew she wouldn't. Alana hated violence, though the things she wants to do to this man, she know she would never do it. "Fine. But that just means more questions."

Hatter's eyes narrowed. He stopped walking, and Alana stopped too. He came up to her so that his breath tickled her cheeks. He smelt nice, and he was doing things to her body. Alana, for some reason, reacted to his nearness by simply shifting in her position. It wasn't too physical, but it was there. Alana scolded herself mentally for enjoying it as Hatter continued,"Listen, I have no problem leaving you down here. It would save me so much more trouble than you know."

The second of joy vanished. Alana realized what was going on. This man, before her, was not sexy. He was not good looking. He was not dashing, nor was he attractive. He was not allowed to be, or so Alana thought. She just needed him for a single reason. That was it. No emotional attraction was allowed. And he was making it easy. He was eliciting a fire within her.

"And I have no problem having Chaos Creation annoying living hell for you to take me away. All you need to do is get me to the top, and then, that's it. You can crawl back into your hole and cry for all I care. I need to go do something important, thank you." Alana hissed back into his face. She then scrunched her nose, squeezed her fists, and stormed ahead. Hatter's mouth was hung wide open.

She was such a bitch.

Alana huffed. She would not take this from anyone. Yes, she might be a bit moody, but god, he was just being impossible. She'd find her own way up. Seriously, if she had to deal with him, then she'd do something stupid like stomp her foot.

"Alana. Wait." Hatter called from behind, it was clear he was running after her. Alana ignored him. She wouldn't acknowledge that low life little ball of PMS. Eventually, he caught up to the girl,"What can you do that's important here? You're a target."

"Then I target I will be," Alana spat,"someone is hurt, I helped them, and now I want to make sure they are alright. Is that such a bad thing?" She wanted to find the boy rabbit. She wanted to make sure his leg was alright and if he needs any more help. She also wanted to return his watch. Then, she'd go back to her own world. It was such a simple plan. But, Hatter's words did terrify her as she moved along. A target. Alana would have never thought she'd be a target.

Hatter seemed confused at this idea,"Might I ask who you are trying to help?"

"A boy. He was hurt in my world, so when I helped him, he took off running. I followed him and managed to end up here. I don't know how, where, or who. I don't know anything, so don't prod." Alana fired back, still angry from before. Her chin was help upwards as she continued forward.

"I see." The british voice said, slightly calmer,"You are risking your life to help someone?"'

"Yup."

"Someone you don't know?"

"Yes! And I ask all the questions? You define hypocrite!" Alana shouted, rolling her eyes. He was asking so many questions, pointless, repetitious questions! Hatter was starting to get rather annoying himself.

"It just comes shocking to me." Hatter defended, glancing away from Alana's face,"You're resemblance to Alice, and yet you are doing something that you don't even have to to make sure they are alright. You're so odd."

"How us oysters come! Fried and baked." Alana murmured, smiling slightly. A fake smile, of course. It was weird, she normally never gets mad about anything. Just something about Hatter made her angry. As if his anger was rubbing off on her. The girl sighed. It was so pointless being mad at someone who was mad. Things would get no where.

"Just get me to the surface so we can end this pointless conversation." Alana asked, her voice showing no spite.

"We are here anyways," Hatter replied. He then halted, Alana mirrored his motion. He snapped his finger, and the ground beneath them rose up.

The ground grew upwards vertically, like an elevator. It moved Alana and Hatter to the top floor, the normal ground of Wonderland. Hatter stepped off first and held out a hand to help Alana across. The girl glared at him and stepped around him, almost pushing him out of the way. She was furious.

Hatter held up his hands and backed away from her. What was this girl's problem? Alana stood on the above ground of Wonderland. Her eyes survived the land momentarily, before she nodded her head. She gave one last look to Hatter before turning around. Alana began to walk off on her own.

"Alana, you couldn't have been serious." Hatter shouted out at the girl as he too stepped onto the top level,"You'll never find him if you die."

"If he dies first before I get there then my trip was pointless!" Alana yelled back, holding her hand up in the air and waving him off. "Bye."

Hatter bared his teeth, hissing slightly. God, this girl was an idiot. The tea shop owner chased after Alana, catching her by the arm,"It's extremely dangerous if you go out now. Your dress is very visible, and if you are caught at night, you'll never find this boy. I can probably help you, but staying out here will only lead to you getting killed."

The teenager shivered at bit at their contact, but turned around only to snap,"Wouldn't that make you happier?"

Hatter shrugged,"I only want your mouth stapled shut. The rest of you is fine." Alana's jaw dropped wide open. Jerk! "Come on. I'm taking you to the Tea Shop where you will spend the night."

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