BEWARE! This chapter contains some violence! Fencing (Well, more sword play) are within it. If you do not approve, scroll down until after Tarrants P.o.v.
Demon/MAD HATTER/TARRANT (same person(Tarrant and hatter)
I looked into the reflection of the blade, and finally caught sight of my eyes.
Why are they red when I'm not angry?!
Think of it as an improvement.
"Since it's ye first practice, we'll go easy!" one of the red generals boomed, but the demon inside held a fist up, signaling them to stop. The soldiers, young and old, tall to short, were lined up for my mini match with them. I didn't want to. Actually, I would rather do anything than swordplay, but the demon had taken full control. I wasn't able to make any of my own decisions anymore.
Why had I let him take over? Because you weren't thinking straight! You were all caught up in the, "Alice is married, PAIN!" moment. Shut up! It still hurts!
SHUT IT TARRANT!
"Don't go easy on me! How am I supposed to know how to fight the real enemy if you go easy on me?" I hated this voice. It wasn't mine coming from my mouth. "But, Tarrant, you need to-" he started again, but 'I' butt in again. "I said don't go easy." He shrugged his shoulders, and walked calmly away. He walked through the rows of the army, picking out the biggest and tallest ones. The man inside me was in fear, while the one outside was smiling. Waiting patiently for the signal.
The general, whose name I recalled as Pete, walked with 7 giant men, most of them at least 7 feet tall. Funny thing, huh? "Over here, Tarrant. heres the fighting area." He pointed to a large arena looking area with dark brown stains on the dirt floor. "What is that?" I asked, and Pete smiled. Only then did I notice he didn't wear the same armour as the others. He wore only the armour, not a helmet. The shielding was much slimmer than to the others.
"Blood from the last rookie who thought he could start out with our hard." he said mischievously. "Good thing I'm not a rookie." I mumbled. "What's that?!" Pete asked, but I just shook my head.
What do you mean you're not a rookie?! I've never truly sword fought and won a match in all me life! Unless you call that mishap with Stayne a match....
QUIET TARRANT! I need to concentrate, or you're the one who's going to get hurt.
I stood face to face with the most evil, vicious looking men with an odd glint in their eyes. "This will be fun!" One of them muttered in a deep tone, and they all chortled in with laughs. "For me." 'I' muttered, and they stopped to stare at me.
"Swords ready?!" Pete asked from a distance away. "Ready!" the seven men said in unison. "Ready." I whispered.
"FIGHT!"
The men came charging at me, and I closed my eyes. Suddenly they shot open, and the sword in my hand started whipping through the air at unmatchable speed. My legs got a sudden jolt, and I was racing toward them.
WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!
Trust me Tarrant. I'll fight for you. Just relax.
I can't relax with those seven giants running straight for me!
JUST DO IT!
When I was but a few paces from the first man, a cry of pure fear coursed through me. The men looking on laughed. Pete called out, "Timothy! Get another coffin ready! I have a feeling the Red Queen won't be happy with us after today!" That's when the demon snapped.
I'LL SHOW THEM WHO SHOULD BE SHOVED IN THE COFFIN! I'LL GIVE EM' A DARN SHOW!
PLEASE! DON'T!
The sword thrust forward, and straight into the man coming for me. I was odd, the feeling of of stabbing something else.......
I quickly thrust the sword out, and he fell to the ground. I heard him moan, and I stopped to help the hurting man, but 'he' wouldn't let me.
What are you doing?! I have to help him.
NO YOUR NOT!
Then I quickly blacked out.
XxXxX
My eyes opened to the men staring at me with shocked gazes. W-w- what did you do? I asked groggily. I felt so light headed, though my blood was pumping fast. He didn't answer. He wasn't there.
We didn't know you could fight like that's! and Please don't hurt me!'s filled the air. I was too afraid to look behind me to see what they were speaking of. Pete looked at me wide eyed, and then smiled. He came over to me laughing, and patted me on the back. "Tarrant me ol' boy!" he said, and I smiled weakly back at him. I felt drained and confused.
"Welcome to me army!" he shouted, and the soldiers burst into cheers. Huh?
I was truly tired. I always felt drained after that bloodthirsty demon left me for awhile. I probably could have collapsed right there, but Pete (Thankfully) saw my sleepiness. "AHH! Get this lad to bed. He'd be tranin' with us tomarrow!" Two soldiers came from the crowd, and started to lead my to my quarries. I looked back at Pete, but wished I hadn't.
There, sprawled against the dirt ground, were the seven men.
ALICE
My tarrant. Bad? No. Tarrant couldn't be bad, it's not in his nature. Well, what was posessing him then? Maybe he was TRULY mad. Well, you already knew that Alice.
I lightly caressed my bruise on my neck while pondering. I couldn't understand the fact that Tarrant was evil. He wasn't evil! He's still my Tarrant. No matter what, I'll get him back. I caused this, now I have to make things right again.
There's my Alice
Who's that?
Why, you've known me your entire life. I have never left you, and you the same.
No, you're just the voice that keeps convincing me that I'm going insane.
Dearest Alice, when are you ever to learn?
You sound like Abselom.
I'm a friend of Abselom.
Who are you?
I go by many names, but mostly friend. I dis not have a true name.
Oh.
"I'm going mad." I muttered as the white carriage swiftly pulled us away. "And that became such a bad thing when?" McTwisp asked and I replied bluntly as,"When he strangled me." He sank back down into the seat, folding his paws, and looking away.
I looked out the side window, just simply looking. Of course, not really seeing anything. Nothing but black and ruby eyes taking the place of marvelous emrald ones. The terrifying smile taking over a kind one. And a dark Outlandish voice taking over one with a lisp. 'Fairfarren, Alice.' he said when I had just slain the Jabberwock and planned to return home, and not until now did I understand the trueness of those words. Goodbye, fair well, what ever fair well fairfarren meant, he nor I ever expected it to be a final, friendly goodbye.
Oh Tarrant! How I wish I hadn't left. I had hurt myself, you, and so many others for doing so. Tarrant, if only it could be like it was. There were no worries (other than the Jabberwock, the red Queen, and Stayne and his goons) it was just friendship. Pure friendship. But friendship no longer applied. It was love, Tarrant. I love you and I will never stop loving you!
If only I could show you now...... If only you would listen....... If only.......
"Why had you kept this dastardly thing?! Hadn't it caused enough trouble?!" Mally squealed, and poked at my finger with her tiny sword. "Ow!" I exclaimed, and started to ask myself the same thing. Why had I kept this wretched thing?! All it did was cause pain on my account and on everyone elses.
"STOP!" I exclaimed, having everyone look at me curiously. The driver stopped, and I quickly got out of the carriage. I ripped the ring off my finger, and threw it somewhere into the forest, never to be returned. So many emotions flushed through me, and I just fell to my knees.
"I'm sorry Tarrant!" I sobbed, not controlling myself. My heart was breaking all over again, just as it had when Tarrant had first thrown his hat toward me, to symbolize his betrayal. "I'm sorry! I've lost my muchness now! I'm sorry! I'm sorry I've hurt you! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" I cried into the damp earth, not caring anymore of myself.
Only for my friends and Tarrant.
"Alice?" a kind voice said from behind me. "Please. I deserve no comfort! Don't help me dear queen, I dis not deserve it!" I cried, getting firm, harsh hands around my shoulders.
"Get ahold of yourself Alice!" Stayne yelled, and shook me lighter than his grip was tight. "Where had your muchness gone? We need you to be strong, Alice. All of Underland needs you to be strong!" "But I'm not strong! Tarrant was always my rock, always supporting me, and saving me when I needed to be. He's not here now. Stayne, I love him. I will awlays love him, and I lost him today. So don't bloody tell me to be STRONG!" I yelled back, and started to sob.
I heard the murmer of soldiers, and Stayne letting go of his death grip go on my shoulders. They were replaced by gentle ones.
"Come now Alice." she said lightly. She walked me to the carriage. "We won't talk about this now. Come along." she held my shoulders while I blindly got into the carriage. Tears were all I could see, and cries were all I could physically feel. Pain was the only thing that my heart felt.
I cried into Mirana's shoulder the entire ways back. No one, not even Thackery said a word. The white queen just held me while I cried. Crying was the only thing to keep me from going completely mad.
Sorry it took so long. And sorry 4 all the sadness.
well, g2g. plz review! :)
Fairfarren,
-I LOVE JACK ATLAS
