A/N
This chapter is a little more suggestive because The Hatter tries to rape Gaz, but it is nothing passed the T rating.
Enjoy.
His hands crawled across her body. He pinned her down to the bed, ignoring the rapid beat of her heart pounding against his chest as he pressed his body down on hers. Metallic cords stuck out of his PAK and held her wrists flat against the tangled, warm sheets. He crawled further atop her, allowing his tongue to dance through her mouth.
Gaz groaned, finally turning her face so that their lips no longer met. Panting, The Hatter bowed his head so that he could see her averted eyes. Light cascaded across her features, darkening her eyes and highlighting her creamy porcelain skin. His fingertips stroked the side of her cheek tenderly.
His voice, nothing more than a breathless, whispering growl vibrated the bed. "Alice—"
"Don't touch me."
He chuckled, leaning his weight on her further. "Get used to it. When you are my bride, we will go passed these meaningless boundaries you insist on putting up." He groped her chest, moving to unzip her dress. She squirmed out of his grip, only causing his scowl to deepen. A sigh drifted from his lips as she moved away.
She sat on the edge of the bed, her feet dangling to the floor. Staring at the fire held beneath the mantle, she shook her head. Her life was a melodic nightmare, with twisted love occupying her heart and beauty lying in the shadows of the dead realm. The room was beautiful; at least, it was compared to the rest of Wonderland. It was not like the other places she had encountered. The deep maroon paint layering the walls did not chip. The chandelier dangling above, though it was broken, now had candles burning brightly, the flames mingling with those that flickered from the fireplace. And the large oak doors did not fall off the hinges as they remained sealed shut, much to her dislike. And whether she would admit it or not, the bed they now lay on was stunning, breathtaking even. The round, oval mattress was covered with royal jade blankets that moved like water in the dim light. But the memories of what nearly occurred every night on that very bed was what made it ugly in her mind.
Gaz grimaced uncomfortably as his hands encircled her waist. He pulled her back against his chest, breathing deeply. Immediately, she thought of the countless organs he had consumed, all just beneath his skin. So close—too close. It was unsettling to know that he was capable of such an evil endeavor. She could only imagine what he would do to her should she refuse him, his relentless feelings.
Settling against the wooden headboard, The Hatter forced her back as he ran his hands along the slope of her leg. A look of pleasure slithered across his face when he tore the glove off his hand and soaked in the warmth of her skin. She cringed at the feeling brought forth by the dangerous intimacy.
"Hmm…soft…" he growled, stroking her inner leg with the tip of his claws. She tried to push him away, but he simply laughed at her useless attempts and forced her on her back. Finding that he was more in control in this position, he quickly laid on top of her before she could move away. Dipping his tongue back into her mouth, he moaned as she groaned fearfully against his lips, pressing her hands against his chest. It was only furthering the pleasure swirling in his mind. The kiss deepened. He touched her more as the thought of making love grew. The intoxicating dream of lust weighed his heart down until tears threatened to spill from her eyes.
"Tell me, Alice," he sighed, pulling back, "is it me you see, or that lover you refuse to let go of?"
She frowned, mustering up strength enough to speak. "If I imagine it's Zim doing all of this, it's at least easier to get through the day, isn't it?"
A growl rattled deep in his throat. "Just wait, my love. Soon you will love me, whether you want to or not."
Distracted with her resentment, Gaz did not notice until after he had her dress unzipped. Her struggle to keep it on was pointless as he grabbed her hands and thrashing legs and slipped it off with ease. Now in her underclothes, she lay exposed before his hungry eyes. He leaned back to relish her body. The movement only furthered the realization of just how large he was.
"You will be mine," he hissed. Licking his lips hungrily, he dived down and caught her lips with his. Parting her mouth, he grew drunk from her taste. When she continued to refuse his love, he grasped her face, claws digging into her skin.
"Love me," he breathed, a whimper escaping Gaz's clenched mouth.
Entangling his fingers in the tresses of her hair, he curled the violet mane around and through his hands so that she could not move. She fought to keep her arms straight behind her, pushing against the mattress. That way, she was at least not flat on her back on the bed. It gave her an odd sense of security, knowing that she was not lying back, allowing him free access to her. Her relentless effort to break free and remove herself from his grasp—though it angered him further, only driving him to kiss, touch her more callously—gave her a façade of hope that she knew was very well short-lived in the sense that, no matter what she did, she could not escape. He was much stronger. Not to mention the fact that with the abilities of his PAK, he was able to pin her down to any position that suited his liking. It was only a matter of time. Still, she pulled away from him, even when she found herself caught up in the expectant dream of her hope that this was still some twisted nightmare, and this was not The Mad Hatter violating her so. It was Zim. She was safe in his arms and she could tell him to stop whenever she felt uncomfortable.
Unfortunately, both she and The Hatter knew this was nothing more than a delusion.
He slipped a finger beneath her underwear and began tugging it down. She pried his grip off of her waist and pulled back so that she was face-to-face with him. Her eyes, now pleading, peered fearfully into the black, soulless eyes of the Irken. She clasped his hands within hers, unintentionally squeezing as the panic grew.
"Please," she begged. "I-I can't…"
"Oh, Alice," he whispered. He leaned her back and caressed her face as she trembled beneath his touch. "It will be quick. Just close your eyes."
"No!" she choked out. "I'm not…. I'm…."
But she spoke no further. He took up her silence to position himself above her. Seeing his shadow flood over her, her eyes darted up and her fear took over. Her hands enclosed his face between shaky fingertips.
"I'm not the Alice you've been looking for!" she shouted.
The Hatter remained where he was, neither pulling away nor moving closer. He simply stared. Her words, they had surprised him. He had expected a struggle from her, even resentment at the beginning of their twisted relationship. The fear in her eyes, her shaky voice, the trembling form lying beneath him—he had wished to avoid it all. He wanted nothing more than for the Alice he knew to accept him. It was the very reason he lost his mind and forced the image of Alice on Rose, the girl he ended up killing after she did not live up to his expectations.
Finally, when he was able to speak, his voice was nothing more than a hoarse whisper. "But…" His face twisted with confusion as he grasped her hands tenderly. He separated himself to attempt to fix the damage caused by his very appearance and existence. "I have been searching for you for two years. I know it is you. I-I love you…"
Gaz sighed. "Hatter, I will never be what you want me to be. You may think I am the Alice from Wonderland, but I'm not. I've changed. I've grown up. What you fell in love with a few years ago doesn't exist anymore. You need to stop. We will never be together. You can't form me into the person you want. You can't make me—" Her voice broke. She swallowed hard before continuing. "You can't make me love you."
He slipped out of her grip as if he had been stabbed. His eyebrows furrowed. He shook his head. "No. No, this isn't right. You're supposed to love me. I've waited so long. We can finally be together. Nothing is keeping us apart any longer. The others, they fear me, but you should not! I am not capable of harming you. I love you, truly. Why do you still continue to reject me?"
"Hatter—"
"Alice!" He grabbed her shoulders, dragging her closer. "I know I am nothing more than a monster in your eyes, but I did not choose this. Try to see past what you see now. This is not me. I am still the one from Wonderland, not this nightmare. I am the one you love. I will never hurt you."
"You already have," she replied, covering her bare body with the sheet. "Don't you see? You've taken me from my world, my life. When I get back, if I get back, I'll have nothing. Everyone thinks I am crazy. What kind of a future is left for me?"
His mouth tightened. His eyes darkened. "You will never leave me."
"You can't keep me here—!"
"No!" he roared. The chandelier twitched above them, swaying from side to side. Dust flaked off of the walls and drifted to the floor. He closed his eyes, breathing deeply. "No," he repeated, his voice quieter. "I love you and I will not let you go." He stood, the spider legs carrying him to the door. He nodded, as if reassuring even himself. "You will stay here, and you will be my bride. Forget any memories you hold of the world from before. If I must erase the recollections of your previous life to make you stay with me, I will. You will not leave me again. I will not suffer alone, never again."
"Hatter—!"
"I will not lose you again!"
The door slammed shut, leaving Gaz trapped. After slipping on her dress, she tried the door but found that the doorknob only wobbled in her hands. He had locked her in. The thought that the key was anywhere in the room or even within her reach was highly unlikely. She plucked a pin out of her hair, praising the nights she had been mistakenly locked out of the house by Dib and trained herself to pick said locks. The metal wand clicked as it hit around the hollow lock. Minutes passed. Now it was only a matter of time before it was unlocked.
And then she stopped.
The pick nearly slipped from her grasp as she pressed her ear to the door and listened to what was occurring on the other side.
There was a voice. Actually, there were two voices. This is what startled her most. The first voice she easily recognized to belong to The Hatter, but the second voice…
"Is that…Zim?"
Zim woke.
He lay sprawled on the ground, gravel digging into his face. Many thoughts swirled in his mind. It was overpowering. The mere thought of standing seemed difficult in his present state. Where was he? Why was he here?
My head is pounding, his mind groaned.
Got to find her…
It's so dark…
Make sure she's safe…
I've got to find Gaz.
Got to find Gaz…
"Gaz!" he called, sitting up.
He cried out as he arched his back, receiving a throbbing pain that shot up his spine. Craning his neck, he found the needle of the machine driven into his side. He must have landed on it when he arrived in Wonderland.
Wonderland.
He remembered why he had come here.
As he looked around, prying the metal spike out of his skin, the blurry sight that encircled him grew into focus. He was on a road, a dead, deserted street. Behind him, there was a deep hole that dived into the center of the planet, extending for miles. There was also a door. It opened into a vat of colors. It must have been the way he had entered Wonderland, he assumed.
Up ahead, well, he could not see. In fact, he could not see anything, not even his hand when he swiped it in front of his eyes. The only reason he was able to see the door was because it glowed with an unearthly light, and the hole that dipped into the ground was darker than the rest of the shadowy world.
Reaching inside his PAK, he retrieved a flashlight and flipped the switch on to flood the street with light. There still was not much to see. Only a broken fence running along the side of the road, barely standing. On the left were numerous buildings that looked as if they would collapse at any minute.
His steps vibrated through the alleyways he passed. Shadows scurried across, leaving him to wonder if he was truly alone. Directly ahead stood a building, separate from the others in the fact that there was a single light shining through the window at the very top. On the eight floor. He decided this was where he was to check first.
As he drew closer, he found that there was a canopy-like structure hanging off the side where cars pulled through, dropping off whatever it was that they delivered at the door.
"A funeral home?" Zim thought aloud.
It took all his strength, plus the strength of his PAK legs to get the front doors open. They screeched as the heavy doors scraped open. Coughing, Zim swatted at the dust flying towards his mouth when he breathed in. He gasped, spinning around. A distant, mutated cry echoed from the streets, and it sounded close.
With the flashlight in his mouth, he pressed both hands against the door to trap whatever it was outside. He zigzagged through the main lobby, up the stairs, searched the first, second, and third floor, and continued up. The first three floors were nothing but destroyed rooms with overturned furniture and dismembered animals. He skipped the remaining floors and went directly to the top.
The hallway stretched on passed the beam of his flashlight. Luckily, candles drooping from the wall lit his path. Portraits hung on the walls. They were not normal photos. They were pictures of dead people with incisions running along their torsos. Each one had a name listed below.
He read them off as he passed each one. "Derek Wilson. Emily Ross. Franklin Walsh. Douglass Hall. Rose Allen?" He stopped at this particular picture. The face was littered with bruises, gashing cuts. Her eyes were swollen shut, the flesh completely black. She wore a wedding dress. Past all of the distortions inflicted upon her, Zim could not help but compare her to Gaz. "They could be twins…" he breathed.
"The very words I said when I saw Rose Allen."
Zim swiveled around. The flashlight fell from his grip, clattering to the floor. Unable to speak, he remained where he stood, frozen, eyes wide. The Hatter peered down at the Irken. At first, the once smug smirk lurking vanished, confusion now etched all over his face. Eyebrows arched, his mouth in a solid line, he continued to stare, mystified. "She said there was another," he finally said, "but…"
His voice trailed off as he noticed Zim's eyes fall to his hand. Blood dripped from the veins that hung loosely from his fingers. An animal, a cat was limp in his hold. The stomach was torn open, but most of the innards were missing except for a few which streamed out and rested on the leather of his glove. Zim gaped in horror at the organs swelling from The Hatter's mouth, a recent feeding evident.
Overcoming his initial shock, The Hatter smirked at the fear evident on the small alien's face. He pointed at the portrait of Rose. "I tried to make that girl into Alice after I lost her," he explained, enjoying the lack of response he found from the speechless Irken. "Well, now, perhaps Alice was right. You and I do have something in common." He made his way closer to Zim. "We look and think alike, that is, if even you saw the possibility of Alice in others."
Zim staggered back. His mouth grew dry, his hands, moist. "No. No way." His eyes darted up and down as he took in the lookalike standing before him. "You-You're me…" he choked out.
A/N
That would be scary to see a nightmare version of yourself.
You know, I feel bad for Gaz in the sense that The Hatter was repeatedly trying to rape her, but I also feel bad for him because, after all, he did go mad just from losing her. He must have loved her a lot and now that he finally has her, he thinks that everything will go back to the way it was when they were parted. But it would be kind of hard for her to see him as The Hatter she knew from Wonderland two years ago because he has killed so many people and technically, Zim is the real Hatter. This Hatter is merely a fragment left behind whenever he and Gaz went back to Earth. And if you think about it, it's possible, actually, very likely that there is another Gaz, or Alice, roaming around Wonderland somewhere.
Anyways, chapter 30 shall be up soon!
