Hello everyone, it's BBB here, coming at you live from...Well, I don't really wish to say where I live, so, just know I'm living! Haha~! I'm terribly sorry for the year-long delay with the story. I've been working really hard with school, and trying to find a new job, and things have been kind of rough actually...But, hey, I still wanna try writing. So please, bare with me as I try to get back into my old roots. The update time may be a bit shorter also, since me and Mayhemb are going to try and message each other to work on this. Thank you, I love you all, ciao~!
It was a world of color and sound within the room, people bouncing and jiving to beats that thumped.
Spirals of fuschia and yellow supported the building as she descended into the building. The sign "WONDERLAND", made of odd little bobbled that had probably been scavenged from the trash.
The floor, made of large cards from a regular deck, created from marble, obsidian, and red copper. Walls of shag carpet ranging from velvet to neon green as you traveled further in.
Tables and chairs made of mushrooms, tea cups, and chess pieces...
This...
Was.
Beautiful.
"Hello my dear." A male voice hummed out from behind her, allowing Maya to be ripped away from the flurry before her to glance back. A male with dark blonde curly hair, jade green eyes, and tanned skin stood before her in a golden tuxedo. "Are you in need of a costume?"
"Uh..Uhm.."
"Heart Ace~" He clapped with a giddy smile. In a few moments a girl in a black leotard with hearts all along the arms and legs, with a large red 'A' barrette in her curled pixie hair. "Please, escort this guest to the Changing Rooms."
"Why of course, Mr. Carroll~" The girl chimed and took Maya's hand, leading her to a room in the back where rows upon rows of clothes were laid about on racks and shelves.
"Uhm...M-Miss?"
"Yes~?"
"..Where am I?"
"Why, you're in Wonderland...! The most vivid and new all day-all night underground club."
"O-Oh...!"
"Mmmhm~ So, choose your outfit and just...Go have a ball~!"
The Ink Conduit gulped as she carefully examined herself within the mirror.
Bright green leggings ran up her legs, leading to a red diamond-patterned skirt. A silver crop top, and a black shrug that stopped mid-torso and mid-arm on her. Atop her nest of hair sat a purple top-hat, with a gold painted card with the numbers "10/6" on it.
Perhaps this wasn't a good idea...
Oooor maybe she had been wrong. Completely wrong.
This place was amazing.
People were happily chattering and speaking of the ancient and or lyrical tongues.
"Batty-fang the drums..!" (Batty-Fang=to thrash thoroughly)
"What a bricky girl that one is~" (Bricky=Brave/fearless)
"They're just the jammiest bits of jam." (Jammiest bits of Jam="Absolutely perfect young females")
It was nice to actually be able to hold conversations with people this way.
"Excited...?" A male in a polka-dotted purple-yellow coat and blue slacks questioned her as she sat at a bar made from marble that was streaked with paint.
"Simply mad as a hop...!" (excitable)
"Simply splendid."
"A frabjous turn of events indeed~" She giggled, clinking a orange cup against his before drinking the concoction inside.
Eugene paced nervously back and forth within his Dominion, biting his bottom lip.
He knew that the Bridge attack would be a bad idea. Heck, anyone with a walnut sized brain would have known that. But did he or Maya listen? No, of course not. And now he was all alone again...
Shouldn't he feel good about this?
About finally being able to disappear completely?
...
So why didn't he..?
..
Because for once someone actually cared about seeing him. Someone actually cared about making sure he was okay...Dang it, he had to make this ri-
"Hey, we're gonna start collecting and gathering the suspected Bio-Terrorists and are preparing them to transport them." A voice hummed out from his cellphone, having modified the app to tap into the D.U.P. radio...
They were going to send them to Curdan Cay, force them through the trials of fire and hell that they had experienced...
No.
Not on his watch...
And hopefully, maybe, along the way..He could find Maya...
Maya blinked as she carefully sipped from a new fruity drink, wincing a bit at a sugary sweet mixture that collided with her taste buds.
Peach nectar. Ew.
"Miss Maya...?" The ink conduit looked back to the male talking to her. 'Mr. Carroll', the owner who was actually named Jim Thompson, had struck up a conversation about her. "I asked you...Are you new to Seattle?"
"Yes, I am..I arrived a few days ago, before all this...Bio-Terrorist stuff..." Oh geez...Using little words with no sprinkled meanings, and calling herself that...Name... "I've been living in a motel but...I got kicked out..."
"Oh geez..I know how that is..."
"Y-You do?"
"Yeah...Hey, if you want...I do need some more waitresses...I let them live in the apartments above the Club."
...
The Blake girl paused at this...A chance to actually try and live a normal life...Sure, it would be a false one, but it would at least be living. "This...I..I don't know what to say."
"Here, how about...You get dressed as a waitress, and just...Try it out for an hour, okay?"
"Well..A..Alright..."
The ink conduit blinked as she bustled about the bar it seems, wearing a red leotard now, a golden 'Q' on her back and holding her hair up in a pony tail. The Queen of Hearts, is what she was for the next hour or so...Yet she had to admit, she actually enjoyed the moment.
She smiled, grinning happily and hopping from table to table with fruity or bubbly drinks.
She chatted away with the colorful characters all around her.
She even managed to slip a dance in with some of the male patrons, yet ended up being ushered away from them by the other waitresses for some reason...
Yet could anyone blame the Irish girl for having fun in a recreation of one of her favorite fairy tales? The same one that inspired her many nicknames for her friends like White Rabbit, or the White Knight fellow...?
...
Oh dear-Eugene...
How could she have been so daft?.!
She had been out and about looking for him! S-She wasn't supposed to be in this...This...Wonderland...
Oh...
Her high-heel claded feet paused half-way in a hallway between the kitchen and the partying area, and she thought back...
What if he didn't even want her back?
What if he was better off without her?
Because of her, the D.U.P. now knew that they were still in the city..And that they couldn't leave, because they had trapped them inside..
Who would want such a trouble maker? Who would want such a...A...A nuisance...
...
Oh-Snap out of it Maya...! This wasn't the time to be thinking such thoughts-you have people waiting for you! People who genuenly care about where you are and what you are doing!
"Hey Queen o' Hearts! Onion Rings fo' table three!"
"Oh-Coming!"
Later on in the night she had over-heard a few patrons talking and mingling among each other.
"Have you seen what the Banner Man did to the Space Needle?"
"I like...Know, right? How crazy can you get? To just...Spray-paint over the D.U.P. flag?"
Maya huffed as she cleaned the table beside them, talking loud enough so that they can hear. "It isn't all that ludicrous..."
"Oh yeah? And why's that?"
...
She put her hands on her hips as she looked at them with almost a small glare. She was an avid believer of free speech and art...So yeah, she'd stand up for whoever this 'Banner Man' was...A small quote that she had found while scouring the electronic spider's web, that was on her leg now, spoke to her at the moment.."This country was founded upon the principle that we are all endowed with certain inalienable rights to Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness - those rights are what make America great, and they belong to each and every one of us."
Ah Mr. Charles B. Rangel...Maya may never know you personally, nor will she ever care about your political stand point..But you have a way with words.
"But they're Bio-Terrorists."
"Coming from the Dame who didn't bring a wallet to a tavern such as this with her companions, forcing them to pay for her." With that the Ink Conduit took the dirty dishes from the table before her, and left the group of adults with a huff.
Maya sighed softly as she folded up the odd apparel for the bar. She was biting the inside of her cheek nervously, breathing soft and gentle. In, and out. In, and out...
"Hellooooo my little Queen of my Heart." Mr. Carroll hummed out as he came over, taking her hand and kissing her knuckles gently. "How was your very first day in your own Wonderland?"
"It was...It was.."
"Glamorous? Day-dream Fulfilling? Stunning? Frabjuous?"
"Yes...Yes, that and so much more.." She nods her head with a soft smile.
"Wonderful!" He grinned, clasping both of her hands in his. "We can get you properly fitted for a uniform, and make sure that it is nice and tailored to you, and-"
"But I..I can't stay..."
...The grin on his face disappeared. "W..What?"
"I'm sorry, but I...I ask you to understand." Maya shakily says, trying not to use her old-literature references or words. "I..I can't do anything yet I'm..I'm looking for someone..I'm looking for them, and I-I have to know that they're safe.."
"Well...Alright..."
"A-and if things work out well, which I'm sure they will, I..I'll come back, and work a bit more.."
"Very well then my dear...Until then." He smiled, taking Maya's hand and kissing the top of it.
With that the Ink Conduit gave a wave to the other waitresses before departing with a happy smile. She...Had a possibility of having an actual future. An actual job..!
...
Oh geez, how would she explain that to Eugene...?
It was later on in the evening of the next day, when Maya had come across a crowd gathering around a building. People were being forced out of the home wearing grey and yellow containing equipment and into a matching bus...The D.U.P...
"Can you believe we had an actual bio-terrorist living with us?" One of the woman before her whispered to a male.
"Ruth, we don't know if they are real or not...They're suspected."
"Pft, I don't care...Who knows if they are or not, at least the D.U.P. are taking them away.."
Taking...Taking them away?
"...Uhm, excuse me, Madame." Maya hummed out as she gently tapped the woman's shoulder. "Where are these fellows taking these...Wretched suspected Bio-Terrorists?"
"Oh, same place to hold them up at.."
...Could..Could they be sending them to Curdan Cay?
She paled a bit at this fact, yet smiled softly. "Thank thee so much for the tidbits of information...Good day."
With that she slipped around the corner, turning to liquid so she could latch onto the bottom of the trucks that was with the bus. Once she got to a few more of them, she could start busting people out.
It took a while, but finally the bus stopped when it reached to about...Five or so trucks, maybe more. Along with them were about four or so buses...
This was her only chance.
Quickly she slipped out from beneath the truck, going through the thin cracks of the front passenger door and in the little steel mesh that separated the drivers from the...'Passangers'.
Once she had slipped in and re-formed, most of the people started getting ready to scream..Yet they were all silenced when their mouths were covered with ink.
"Don't...Panic...I'm here to release thee from thy chains, and set you free like the doves you are." She softly said to them, nodding to them. With that her ink gently flowed into their restrains and the jackets, turning the tumblers and...Pop. Each and every one of them were quick to throw off the suits. "Good, now-"
"HELP US!"
"THERE-THERE'S ONE IN HERE!"
"GET US OUT!"
The doors flew open it seemed, civilians racing out and pushing Maya to the ground. Glancing up she saw the D.U.P. officers were ignoring the escaping people in favor of holding their guns in her direction as the steel mesh behind her was closed tightly.
"Notify Augustine, we've got a real one.." One of the guards managed to get out before Maya hopped up to her feet. "HOLD IT!"
"Just..Let me go...And no one gets hurt."
Looking at them squarely right in this moment, in the very vehicle that most likely shipped her away to the dreaded facility all those years ago..Rage started filling her body and mind. And-and those people they...They didn't even care...They just wanted to escape, no matter who they had to trample over, even if it was the very person who saved them...
"That's what you think..Now, either drop to the ground...Or I can tell the other trucks to just go straight to Curdan Cay."
Maya paled visibly at this...
Risk fighting the D.U.P. and take vengeance for herself and those who had been with her..And who were still in Curdan Cay. Letting the civilians in the other buses get shipped away and possibly not being able to save them...
Or..
Give herself over. Let all of her hard work in trying to rebuild an actual life, and finding Eugene, be taken away. To save people she never knew, and would most likely not even care about her going or not...Yet they would at least have a chance to escape and be found free.
BBB: This was a bit hard to get back in the flow
Mayhemb: But for now, we'll have to see, just how this will go
BBB: So keep on reading and watching for next time
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BBB: Bye everyone..!
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