March's hands hit Cheshire right in the center of his chest, "How about now? Can you still stand it? Is it too much for you, freak?" he taunted, the crackling blue bolts hit Cheshire's body again, "what's the matter? Does it hurt too bad now?" a tyrannical smirk was plastered onto his bloodstained face. Drops of the crimson liquid covered him, "can you still resist death?"
Cheshire froze and dropped down to his hands and knees, shaking all over.
"Are you done, Cheshire?" March flexed his fingers, "I'll finish it now..."
Cheshire's body was covered in wounds; his shoulder was bleeding badly, an ache remained in his chest now matter how he moved, large bruises engulfed him, all over he was scraped, and blood tickled from the corner of his mouth, "N-no way..!" he insisted, trying to drag himself to his feet. Cheshire stood up and panted, he stared March in the face and his eye began bleeding- very heavily- all down his face, "I'm not going to die today..!"
March leered and raised his eyebrow, "You still want to fight me?" he made his hand into a claw and raised it, "very well then!" he dashed at Cheshire, confident to make this the last blow.
Cheshire tensed, but still dodged. He landed on the ground momentarily before picking himself up, quickly, and turning to face March, "I'm not going to die, Deity..." he untied the cloak and let it fall to the ground, "I will survive!" he cried.
March looked him over carefully, 'What is this? He has completely changed... oh...' he jumped and brought his hand down towards Cheshire.
Cheshire ducked down and knocked March off his feet.
March's eye were wide, he climbed onto his feet again, "You are very interesting..." he panted, letting a cruel smile play over his lips, "and now I get to talk to you, personally."
Cheshire was in a semi crouched position, breathing hard, blood still dripping down his face.
"And I think I knew who you are, as well!" March said, running his fingers through his red hair, "I could tell by the way you were speaking and acting... that you are not Cheshire! You in particular try too hide yourself, I was wondering how many there were for a while..." he looked back to the black haired boy, "you're completely insane... you're a madman..."
Cheshire's eyes were wide, he blinked several times, then looked at the ground, "Don't bother trying to get in my head," he smirked and looked abruptly back up at March, "its already full of voices!" he hopped back onto his feet, his head at a strange angle, "we're all mad here... okay?"
March stepped back a few feet, "I was questioning whether or not you existed... what's you name?"
"Hmm... you want to know my name... nobody's asked for my name in quite a while," he laughed, "I haven't been in control for so long! Is it even my name?" he pursed his lips, "am I Cheshire now... or am I still Acilia?" he held his head in his hands, "GOD! I've got no idea!" he howled with laughter, "Who in the world am I? Ah, that's the great puzzle!"
March backed off towards the trees, "I wanted to kill Cheshire.. but now... I don't feel I can make you leave..." he turned, "until we meet again, I know we will, everything will become curiouser and curiouser... especially now I know Cheshire can't keep his personalities at bay... not in the Underland..."
If you didn't get that, YOU'VE ALL BEEN TOLD THAT CHESHIRE HAS A MULTIPLE PERSONALITY DISORDER...
Thanks for reading...
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