The Clow Hatter

Chapter 1-The Mirror of The Clow Hatter

  Ever since Vanessa got that gothic looking in a garage sale, things have definitely been turning…mad.

  The mirror itself looked like someone placed a mirror glass and some rusted pipes together. What caught her eye is that there is some artwork of a panther with butterfly wings and the drawing of the third eye that loomed above it. The mirror was a good buy, only five dollars.

  It seemed like the owner of this mirror want to get rid of the mirror, permanently.

  The mirror was covered with scratches at the side. They were symbols…but what did they mean and who put them there?

  Beneath the eye was some writing that was scratched off. It was in bold capital letters.

  THE CLOW.

  "The Clow"? What the hell? Why was it written and why is it scratched upon? Something was wrong with this mirror. Something dark…and sinister.

  Vanessa always felt a bad feeling with this mirror. She could feel whatever darkness that is emerging from the mirror. It started to wrap around her as it quietly was raping her.

  And she couldn't move.

  "Come to me my Virgin Key," a voice whispered, "please come in. I've been waiting for your arrival for a long while."

  Vanessa shook her head. It was just a dream.

  She looked back at the demented dark mirror. There was no voice coming out of the mirror. That was just ridiculous. Maybe this is all in her head.

  Oh yes, my Virgin Key You've have started to drink my intoxicating poison. You need more if you wish to enter my realm.

  She held onto her head. She did not hear that! That wasn't even her voice!!

  She started to turn away. She had enough of gawking at a mirror for today.

  But when she had to leave it, she was always drawn back to the mirror once again.

  Perhaps she was going mad.

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  "Yes," a voice said as he was looking through the mirror, "keep drinking my poison like a kitten drinks from its' mother. Soon, you'll be mad like me…and that's a good thing."

  He leaned back on his favourite armchair. He was a fairly tall man. He wore glasses, a straight jacket, white gloves, black pants, and black shoes. His hair is jet black and is always tied in a ponytail.

  His best feature about him was his top checker hat. It has symbols on some of the squares. There were symbols that had meaning, yet mean nothing at all.

  Some say he looks like a perfectly sane gentleman.

  But he wasn't a sane gentleman.

  His dark butterfly winged anorexic panther weakly walked towards him, resting his skull on his lap.

  "Master Clow," it asked as it waved its' tail, "when will this new playmate of yours come?"

  "Soon," he replied as he stroked his pet's head, "she's begun to drink from my poisonous tea. She'll then go insane and finally seek refugee within this dark area…and soon she'll be forever mine."

  "What if this Virgin Key fights off your poison, Master Clow?"

  "Impossible. Nothing can fight off this poison. Not me or Clow Reed. Come Cheshire Sun, we've got cards to dispose of."

  "Must we, Master Clow?"

  "I need all of their power if I'll ever get that girl here…and their circus acts are getting annoying. I give you permission to feed on them."

  "With pleasure, Master Clow."

   And so, one by one, the cards that were created to serve only for enjoyment ended with their pitiful screams, which was the last thing anyone heard of them.