AUTHOR'S NOTES: Saw Tim Burton's Alice in Wonderland last month, and I must say - it was good. I'm shocked it's been made into it's own Movie category on here, and did temporarily change my crossover to that, but considering it's based on both the book AND the film, I considered to leave it as the book. Ideas for another Alice in Wonderland story in the works, based on the books by Frank Beddor. For now, I hope you enjoy the second and last part of Chapter Twelve. Chapter Thirteen will be named something completely different.

DISCLAIMER: Alice's Adventures in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass are by Lewis Carroll. Charlie and the Chocolate Factroy is by Roald Dahl. Story is based on the 2005 movie, copyrighted to Tim Burton, and Warner Bros. Also elements of the story are based upon the 2010 Alice in Wonderland, copyrighted to Tim Burton and Walt Disney

Chapter Twelve: Clues of the Hatter, and facing the Queen II

'This is all your f'ing fault!'

James Finnegan snapped, his voice echoing around the large dungeon. His ankles were chained together like his wrists with rusty, itchy hand and ankle cuffs. Brown eyes were glaring at nothing in particular, though his accusations were directed to his so called smart friend, Thomas. He was chained on the other side of the cell, so neither of them could talk about escaping without anyone hearing them.

'My fault? How the hell is it my fault!?'

'You just had to get suspicious over the whereabouts of Willy Wonka's idea for his factory! You had to make the Oompa Loompas get suspicious of us, we just had to find the bloody damn hole!' Jim went on to rant loudly.

'You got just as curious as I did, Jim. Don't put all the blame on me!'

All around them, just like in the checkered forest; there were distant noises of horses and men yelling outside in the courtyards around the castle. Sounds of neighboring prisoners who were chanting and calling out for someone to release them, pleading for food. Thomas closed his eyes at the loud smash of china from one of the rejected meals.

The stench of dried blood, and urine caught their noses, but the young lads couldn't cover them, as their wrists were chained, so wrinkling their nostrils and holding their breathes repeatedly was the only option.

'I wonder what the Queen looks like.' Sands inquired to himself, green eyes shimmering in the dim light of the sun coming through the barred window.

'Who flipping cares?!' his friend hollered furiously. 'Either way she's going to kill us!'

'Urgh! Fine, let's just worry about how our bodies are going to be tortured and ripped apart by whatever means her majesty is going to use on us. Think about how our limbs being fed to the bloody animals!' the dark haired boy hissed in frustration.

This kept the blonde quiet.

'We're only kids, James. I'm only trying to be positive here, she maybe understanding'

'Yeah? Well, I hope you're right…otherwise if we die, and we go to heaven…I'll be chasing you down with a raging electric saw at your throat!'

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Hatter was by now out of breath once more from the continuous ducking and diving. His throat was throbbing from moisture, whilst his lungs perished from the lack of air. He had passed the Duchess' house, avoiding being sighted by her's and the Queen's messengers. Surely by now, all the residence of Wonderland knew of his disappearance? His life on the world above?

He inwardly gulped at the thought. He must get back to his house, and find his only group of trusted friends. Namely the White Rabbit; he was the only one that was supposed to have known about him leaving.

Continuing to run; ducking and diving behind bushes and trees, he picked up the pace, as he found himself nearing the talking garden of flowers. His sensitive ears and nose picked up on the sweet aroma and the tingling singing voices. The madman was tempted to listen, but he couldn't let himself.

Must keep running…must keep running.

He closed his large golden-green eyes, as the flowers grew nearer and their voices got louder. He took his chance and jumped over them, becoming a quick flash of brown, orange and white with an element of pink. This caught the attention of the flowers, which stopped singing and started murmuring.

'Hatter?'

'Was that the Mad Hatter?'

The teaoholic gulped breathlessly, as he landed clumsily on the ground.

'I'm sorry, I can't explain right now' he called over to them, as he continued to run, not being able to catch onto the Tiger Lilly's words.

'But Hatter, the Queen is—'she sighed. 'Keeping too boys' hostage…' she trailed off.

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The Hatter's House

The March Hare slammed his shaky wrists onto the table, surrounding cups and saucers flying everywhere, and plates of food flattering back and forth unsteadily. His wild eyes twitched angry, as well his nose.

'How do you mean the Hatter's gone?! He was only here and a few minutes ago! I should know I checked the watch!' he bellowed, standing onto his feet.

The White Rabbit winced at the sudden shouting and nervously hushed him,

'Ssssh, March. I-I was shocked at first…b-but…he said he must leave. It was only for the best' he stammered out his explanation. 'He d-didn't feel at home here, you must understand!'

'How could he not feel at home?! He was more at home here, than he would ever be up…up there! They are all so sane, but the insane people, are down here!'

'That's what he wanted…he wanted a sane life'

Cheshire was watched from a nearby tree, hidden only for his large eyes staring out from the darkness. He couldn't help but grin in secret knowing and amusement, inwardly gleeful to have his smile back after Hatter took it from him.

Should I tell them that he has returned? He considered to himself, a paw materializing to tap his rounded chin in deep thought, eyes squinting before he snickered.

'No,' he whispered. 'Best not…let's keep it a secret for a while longer'

The feline evaporated once more into nothingness.

MWMW

Loud creaking doors opened, arousing the two young prisoners from their sleep. Vision blurred temporarily, they could only make out the large silhouette of a man, or possibly the guards. There hearing being better, the sound of the voice was sinister and…childlike in a way. Similar to Willy Wonka's…only, the boy's confessed, the confectioner's voice was much nicer to listen to.

'Her majesty wishes to see you now' the man's voice spoke, as he strolled over, and unlocked the chains off the ankles and wrists, to the boy's relief.

Thomas was the first to find his sight, taking the man's appearance in. Dark hair, porcelain skin with black armoury. An eye patch over his left eye.

'Who are you?'

'You may know me as the Knave of Hearts, the Queen's consort and guard' the man answered with a creepy smile, as he used both hands to heave Finnegan and Sands to their feet, though shaky.

'I must apologies for the guards' and the twin's behavior. The power gets to their heads, unfortunately. I assure you, the Queen is quite lovely…if you keep the right side of her' the Knave apologized and warned, before letting out a chuckle, as he escorted the boy's out.

'So, she will kill us if we don't do as we're told?' Tom asked, having to strain his neck once more to give allowance for the man's irregular height.

'Hmm…' the man considered, tapping his chin lightly, as his black eyes glanced down at the boy. 'If you…wish, I will…find a way of sparing your lives from her fiery temper' he suggested. 'However, I will have to wait and see if you're worthy'

The boy's gulped at this. They were led through a red-carpeted hallway, just like the factory's entrance. The pale walls covered in glorious paintings of odd creatures of different sizes. Brown eyes took hold of the dragon-like creature on the right hand side of the double red and golden doors.

'What the hell is that thing?!' he murmured.

The Knave quickly looked up to acknowledge which one he meant.

'The Mock Turtle?'

'No, that thing!' the blonde pointed up towards the large creature on the right hand side.

'Ahh, yes. That's the Jabberwock, or if you'd prefer the Jabberwocky. It's the Queen's precious pet that she was given to as a child. I'm really not sure what kind of breed of animal it is, myself. A dragon possibly?' the Knave wondered aloud, before continuing.

'It's currently in hibernation, sleeping on the courtyard grounds outside the forest. It hasn't woken up for a good hundred years. Maybe you'll see it, maybe you won't…depends if you anger her majesty'

The young lads felt the hands of the giant grip their shoulders, gloves squeaking, just like the chocolatier's. 'You ready to meet the majesty?'

James nor Tom responded, as their bodies had frozen in place, eyes wide. The sinister chuckle escaped their new companion before the doors opened, and they were ushered through.

In the distance, sitting on a large golden thrown with red décor, to blend in with the rest of the pillars, ceilings and walls; was a slender woman with a gorgeous crimson red dress, her head larger than life. The woman's eyes were as dark as her consort's, with blue eye-shadow with red hair pulled back from her face.

Her eyes widened at the sight of the boy's, but she released a false, kind smile all the same.

'And, who are these?' she inquired them, as the Knave of Hearts made the lads stop directly beneath her feet.

'They are two lost children, your majes—'

'Did I ask you, Knave!?' the Queen interrupted the man, eyes widening in an attempt of a glare.

'N-no, you're majesty' he quickly looked down. This left Sands and Finnegan to be the only ones to answer, gulping repetitively.

'Well?' the woman inquired, moving forward so she could get a closer look. 'What are your names?'