Ever wonder how two crazy people would argue? Here it comes!
Hope you all enjoy!
Also I figured it would be smart to label every time you readers need to flip words around to make sense. So every time Retta or anyone else speaks "mirrors" you will see a * at the end of the sentence. K?
I don't own Alice In Wonderland
11 The Blue Castle of Azurial
"Yes, yes…Start again!"* Retta exclaimed and Hatter let out an aggravated groan.
"I fell up, that way is up!" He insisted as he held his arm above his head.
"No, I don't get that!* To you that is up but to me that is down! You fell down the rabbit hole! Like your Alice!" They had been discussing about which way they would have to go to return to Underland, or to Alice's world. Thus it began a heated debate over who was right and who was wrong.
"She is not mine!" Hatter snapped his eyes turning a pale baby blue.
"She is?* I had never thought so from the way you speak of her so illy.*" He flung his hands up in frustration, his eyes turning a tinge yellow around the rims.
"No! I mean yes! She is mine then!*" She glared at him and crossed her arms.
"This is as easy for me as it is for you, Hatter."
"Why are we bickering about this? We speak opposite of each other, if we let it lie then it will be fine."
"You started it by deciding that we must speak your way!" She shot back and he growled and fell into his Scottish brogue.
"Welz ye be twitzin' me words sence I getz 'ere."(1) She whipped around to face him, her eyes a bright red.
"Ye be spekin' in twitz sence ye getz 'ere te begun wit!"(2) She lifted herself on her toes to try and match his height, as if the small growth would add to her advantage in the fight. He walked around her, shaking his head and grumbling in Outlandish. "Dunt ye go en spek tat wurdinz 'bout mez!"(3)
"Dem lot thinkz me mad! Wait until dey spot ye!"(4) He shouted and she rushed up to follow along beside him.
Suddenly he stopped and she raced to stand before him. "EH! Me frendz touht dat at first gimps o' ye!"(5)
"Whaz dat?" Hatter gasped, completely ignoring her as he stared at the large castle behind her.
"Whaz wha?" She snapped as she spun around to see the Blue Castle as it loomed over them. Her eyes suddenly turned to a deep burgundy shade as she looked at the blue marble walls. "Aye…We be at Azurial."
Retta and Hatter found a way into the Castle by way of the gardens. They snuck around the bushes and trees as they made their way closer to the building, avoiding every Blue guard in sight.
As they did so Hatter looked upon the endless rows of carrots growing in the gardens. Carrots of all shapes, colors, and sizes. "Why carrots?"
"Why not?" She questioned, her eyes pink and she seemed to be upset still about their fight before. "The King hates 'is carrots.*"
Hatter didn't reply as Retta yanked out a carrot and tossed it, with uncanny skill and precision, to the far side of the garden. Hatter wasn't sure where or how she accomplished this but he heard shattering and the guards in their area, who were then blocking their way inside the Castle, ran off in search of the problem.
"How'd ye-?" She cut him off with a loud 'shush!' before she ran with all her speed into the Blue Castle. She led him down hallways, almost like a maze in their nature, as they hid the entire way from guards. It wasn't long until she had announced that they had only to cross the hall to entire the part of the Castle where they keep their prisoners.
Retta pulled another stunt similar to the carrot-tossing one in the gardens to allow them to slip into the prison chambers unstopped.
There was only one hall, one very long hall which was silent and empty. There were two guards and there was no way for Retta to cause a distraction without the guards seeing them.
"What do you suggest we do?" She asked him and he brightened at an idea.
"How about you and I go up and say we need to bring the prisoner to the King?" Her eyes widened and she shook her head with determination.
"Yes, I'd rather we did that.*" The way her eyebrows kneaded together told him that she truly wished not to.
"Then we could go and chat with them a bit and as one distracts them, the other can take the keys!" He whispered enthusiastically. She sighed but couldn't stop him before he started down the hall. "Come up in a moment, 'right."
"Hatter—no!" But he was already too far and the guards spotted him.
"Who goes there?" One called, a rather tall man with a large belly.
"You aren't supposed to be in here." The other, one who appeared all muscles, countered and Hatter cheerfully greeted them.
"'Ello and good evening! I simply came to check up on everything! Things down here can be pretty lonesome." Hatter then nodded towards Retta to signal her to come up. She shook her head and began looking about her. "How many hours do you usually spend here?"
"Uh…about five or six?" The taller man stated as Retta was grinning at her discovery. She quickly took hold of it and started towards the three men.
"Yes, well my friend and I are here to make sure you all do your job correctly." Hatter was about to add more but Retta had finally reached them. She lifted the large metal object in her hands high above her head and slammed it atop both the guard's heads. They let out cries of pain but fell to the ground. Both out cold.
"That ought to do it." She stated and she began searching the men. From the muscle-man she drew out a ring full of keys. She stood tall and smiled at the metal keys.
"What was that?" Hatter shouted and she shrugged.
"Retta?" They both turned at the sound of a male voice. She saw a black arm waving and raced towards it. She fell to her knees and reached into the cell towards its prisoner. "Retta, what are you doing here?"
Hatter followed to find a tall, handsome man behind the bars. Retta jumbled around to unlock the cell door. Once the Knight was free the two friends embraced each other in a happy reunion. The Knight reached Hatter in height and had high cheek bones covered by white skin to match his King. Yet his hair was a neatly combed brown mess. His eyes met Hatter's and he offered a charming smile.
"You brought a new friend!" The Knight said and Retta bounced to be between them.
"Cyryl this is Tarrant. Tarrant this is Cyryl."(6) Both men shook hands and Hatter offered his gap-toothed grin. "Now we have out get out of here."
"Let's go." Hatter said and they ran down the hall and out of the dungeon. Hatter was amazed at the simplicity of their plan, and how easy this had all been. As Retta led the two men through the halls of deep hues of blue, Hatter began to wonder…how does she know the Castle so well?
He had grown up running along the halls of the White Castle. His clan had visited it on so many occasions that he knew it quite well as a second home. Yet he also had moments of confusions in the maze of white. How does she know her way through the halls of blue?
In a matter of minutes they were running among the rows of carrots. Retta slowed her race when she heard voices…close voices. They were on the other side of the hedge from where the trio was and the mad girl froze. She moved at a sluggish pace to avoid making a single sound that would signal their presence.
They thought they were safe for a fraction of a moment, but then the voices stopped and a navy blue glove stabbed through the leaves. The large hand grasped Retta's arm and pulled so violently that she fell right to the other side of the hedge.
"Tanara, I thought I saw that bright orange blur in the dark." Hatter pounced through the hedge and broke into the clearing. He saw nearly twelve guards including the man holding Retta.
"Hatter, Cyryl! Run!" She shouted as she struggled away from the man. "Go!" Hatter watched as the Black Knight slipped into the dark, looking back hopelessly at the two hat-donned gingers. He knew that the Knight felt horrible, just from that look, but his loyalty to his King interfered with his loyalty to his friend. He escaped…with the Oraculum.
"Hatter!" He shook his head and found the girl valiantly resisting the man's hold. "Hurry and get away!"
"Nay." He stated bluntly and stood his ground. He widened his stance as the guards closed a circle around them. The tall man wrapped his arm around Retta's waist and pulled her close against him. She leaned back as far from him as possible.
"His majesty will be as pleased as I am to know of your return." The man hissed in an attempt to be charming which only sent crawling shivers of creepiness down Retta's spine.
"Lit 'er go." Hatter growled, his brogue slipping out. The blue-clad man released her and flung her at Hatter. Hatter caught her and steadied her as the guards opened and closed the circle to let the man out.
"Let's keep his majesty waiting.*" The man said and turned to lead them towards the Blue Castle.
"We are in trouble." Hatter lisped softly as Retta hid behind his shoulder.
Wow, lots of *'s and (#)'s! This is madness I tell you!
;)
(1): "Welz ye be twitzin' me words sence I getz 'ere."…means… "Well you've been twisting my words since I got here."
(2): "Ye be spekin' in twitz sence ye getz 'ere te begun wit!"…means… "You've been speaking in twists since you got here to begin with!"
(3): "Dunt ye go en spek tat wurdinz 'bout mez!"…means… "Don't you go and speak those words about me!"
(4): "Dem lot thinkz me mad! Wait until dey spot ye!"…means… "Them lot thought I was mad! Wait until they see you!" By 'them lot' he means most of Underland.
(5): "EH! Me frendz touht dat at first gimps o' ye!"…means… "Oh! My friends thought that the first time they saw you!" This is a lie but she is trying to win a fight here! ;)
(6): Cyryl is a Greek name. It is pronounced "Sigh- Rye- L" with heavy accent on the Y's as they are pronounced with an I sound. But I like to pronounce it like Cereal. yum
