ZOMG I AM BACK AGAIN! I am SO sorry I took so long, but alas, writer's block and pregnancy have gotten the best of me! My dear readers, thank you for being so faithful and loving!
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Now please don't hate, it's Chapter 8!
"I am unsure, Lady Mirana, all I know is we must find Alice!" He cried. Mirana looked at him, once again close to tears, his hair more disheveled than ever. Even the color in his face had paled.
After Alice had gone missing the week before, the entire kingdom had been searching for her. No one had seen hide nor hair of her. Mirana only hoped her hide was safely where it belonged, still attached to her.
On the ship, Alice's hide was in fact still attached to her, but in her situation she was wishing it were elsewhere. She now lay on her back, scantily clad and tied to her old bunk, with Ilosovic Stayne standing over her, practically drooling. He had come to her room at least three times since she arrived on the boat, and stared at her. Alice knew exactly what he wanted.
She looked away and tried to ignore him. Stayne's hand stung her face as he backhanded her.
"Look at me, girl!" He said, grabbing her chin roughly and forcing her to look at him. He grinned down at her, his hatred for her showing in his dark, cold eyes. His attentions to her unnerved her, making her shudder. A stray hand of Stayne's ventured too close to her mouth as he stroked her cheek, and she bit down on the grubby finger, rewarding her with a cry of surprise and pain.
Stayne grabbed a fistful of her hair and tilted her head harshly towards him.
"Do that again, and I will make certain you never see your precious HATTER again!" He roared in her face, spittle and the stench of his breath hitting her harshly in the face.
Down by the castle, Hatter was questioning the frogs by the main gate. One of them had a colorful knot growing quite nicely atop his shiny green head, and the second had a purpling eye. Impatiently, Hatter poked and prodded the one with the black eye.
"Where did they go?" He nearly shouted, trying to keep his temper in check. His eyes spasmodically shifted color, size and shape. Mirana watched from a short distance as the Mad Hatter began to lose more of his already dwindled mind.
Placing a hand on his shoulder, she said softly, "Tarrant…"
Hatter calmed, but not by much. He waited, fidgeting for the frogs to answer. The frog with a knot on his head, shook his head a little, trying to make the spots disappear, and pointed up. Hatter rolled his eyes.
"How in the name of Underland did they go up and manage to disappear so quickly?" Hatter cried. The frog leaned against the stone pillar connecting the two gates. The black eyed frog hobbled slowly to the grass, and pointed straight up.
"A rope, sire." He said. Hatter grew quiet and still as a statue. For what seemed like hours, Hatter was silent. When he spoke, it was with a clear, calm voice.
"Mirana, where is the Jabberwocky?" He asked. Everybody in the vicinity gasped.
I know it was short, but I had to throw something out before all you readers ate me! Keep reviewing so I keep writing please!
