21. Violence

Everything happened so suddenly... so quickly. The first thing the King of Hearts remembered was a flash of light, after Alice appeared. And that was all he could see. Her blade aiming and making it's move towards him... painfully... bitterly...

As a reflex he jumped backwards to protect himself from the surprise attack of his lover. Never losing his calmth, he raised his hands like he was surrendering. "Wait, Alice! Wait!" He said between sharp breaths. But that didn't make her stop. Quite the opposite she made her way harder and faster this time, slashing the air with her blade with more rage. He was successful with avoiding that, too. But he wasn't sure how much longer his luck would work.

"What happened?" He gasped, ducking and trying to move away from her madness. "Can't we talk about this, Alice?" But all answer he received was her Vorpal Blade flying towards him. For some reason he couldn't believe she really threw that blade at him. Quickly spinning to the left side, he tried to get away; but it was too close. The pony-tail was flagged to the opposite side and the blade flew into it, cutting away the tie, setting his long dark hair free.

Now breathing harshly, his hair falling down on his shoulders towards his waist; the King of Hearts felt like he had no other options at this point. His right hand found and pulled a familiar blade from his belt. He tried to kill Alice with this... twice.

And failed.

"I don't want to do this, Alice." He said, raising his voice. "Because I love you."

But Alice frowned madly and yelled at him. "You don't love me! You only want her!" She ran at him with her best speed, trying to stab him deadly.

The lovers ended up in each others' arms. Both's eyes were widening with shock and pain, both panting harshly. An uncomfortable expression formed on Alice's face as she gasped, her breath hitching. The King of Hearts' face was calm as usual, not giving away any emotion. Emerald and pitch black eyes were locked to each other. The man could feel Alice was leaning against him with all her weight. She couldn't stand on her legs anymore. Swallowing hard, he sank down on his knees, Alice in his arms. His eyes were the one who broke the stubborn gaze, down to check the wounds.

The Vorpal Blade was stabbed right into his shoulder, the blood didn't give much colour on his already red clothing. But he could feel the copper taste already. And he saw his own blade disappearing into Alice's stomach. His hand was still gripping it, he could feel the warm liquid covering his hand. Alice's head dropped on his shoulder, her face was buring into his neck.

"You're wrong... I love you..." He whispered softly to comfort her. "I only want you."

And they stayed like that, neither of them was able to move anyways.