Alice ran as fast as she could to the source of the screaming. The heroine of Wonderland was somewhat disappointed to discover that the source was not one of the tragic Insane children but instead that of the squawking Griffon. The great figure had been one of her strongest allies and seemed almost unchanged from the last time she had seen him, which made Alice suspicious.
"You will not take me Spider!" The Griffon said in a noble voice as Alice took full view of his situation. The Griffon had it's wings wrapped in the sticky film of a spider web. Skeletons of eaten Wonderland inhabitants were scattered about the web including a mock turtle shell, a fleshless set of lion bones, and quite a number of blank cards.
The Cheshire Cat's skeleton crossed it's arms and sat down by Alice as it wagged it's tail bone. "Your wasting time Alice. You realize that we are all just figments of imagination here in Wonderland....him, me, we're real enough to distract and maybe kill but shouldn't you be worried about your OWN kind?"
Alice lifted up her Vorpal sword and looked around the remains of the garden which seemed to have the very life sucked out of it. "My father said that you could tell a person was completely rotten by the fact they would kick a dog."
The Cheshire Cat frowned sourly at Alice "I have a funny feeling I know where this is going."
Alice smiled and walked on towards the web with her sword raised. The Cheshire Cat breathed a sight of relief before Alice spun around and gave the Cat a football kick to the head, decapitating the cat. Cheshire sighed from far away and walked over to pick up his lost head.
"Griffon! I've come to rescue you!" Alice said, hoping that when she cut the griffon loose he didn't suddenly turn on her and try to eat her. Alice considered it shockingly ungrateful the kind of behavior the inhabitants of Wonderland showed her on her last visit. She supposed that she probably shouldn't be too surprised at them trying to kill her, in retrospect they weren't that polite on her first either.
The Griffon was nearly free and flapping it's wings when Alice heard the hissing of acid behind her.
"Little Miss Muffet sat on a tuffet, eating her curds and way, along came a spider and sat down beside her..." the creature was an eight foot tall beast with a giant maw and thousands of eyes. The acid sound was coming from the steady stream of drool that poured from her mouth.
"And Little Miss Muffet bashed it to spray!" Alice launched her show into the jaw of the beast. True as luck would have it the Spider fell on it's back and the Lady of Wonderland began grizzly slaughter with her most trusted weapon. Each time Alice killed, little piece of her died. She hoped that whatever the result of this latest jaunt that she recovered something of herself in it, or she'd be nothing in Alice's body.
"Tick Tock Tick Tock Alice your running out of time." The Cheshire Cat's voice rang in Alice's ears even as she severed the last of the strands away from the Griffon's body.
Alice turned to the Cheshire Cat to give him another condemnation even as she felt blood beginning to pour out of her mouth. The pain came later as she looked down to her chest to see the Griffon's talons sticking through her chest and out her front.
"Oh no." Alice then fell to her knees.
***
The Red King's anger was uncontainable and the storm intensified outside the North Umberland asylum a dozen times fold.
'HOW DARE THEY.' the thought rung out as lighting destroyed a tree on the foregrounds.
Alice was the only one who had yet to escape from the nightmarish fantasy-realm he had woven. Alice was the Light, the Savior, the Prometheus to humanity. That she be so causally destroyed was something that was not tolerable and not to be permitted.
Merriweather struggled to contain himself even as the world in his mind reacted blindly across England. Nurse D who had abused Alice suffered a fatal accident with razor blades, a Doctor in White chapel became a murderer, and a abusive spouse had his heart suddenly explode. All the
while the fools who thought they contained a simple comatose lunatic did not even notice the man's rocking back and forth with power.
'The effects on Wonderland....no you mustn't do this to the outside world....there are still other hopes.' the thoughts continued on as in his mind he was tormented further by his demons. There would be no release for himself or the children and there in the Red King's face became only a
menacing leer.
'Oh the fun is just beginning. We'll laugh, we'll play, we'll kill, we'll flay.' the Jester card's voice rang in the Red King's mind. The Lighting tipped hat wearing monster made the Merri lift his hand up in his straight jacket toward his throat.
'Off with their heads! All of them!' The Queen of heart's voice followed.
'Break the babies heads against the counters, chew on them, beat them, feed them to the grinder! Pigs one and all and delicious to eat.' The Duchess shouted with glee.
'Alice is dead....she's all red....' Tweedle Dee chuckled and lifted a mug in his mind to doom.
'Corpses are white, Alice's eyes were blue, Life's a fright, and she's now the Griffon's stew!' Tweedle Dumb shouted as he toasted with his brother.
McTaggert's mind grew ever weaker in the capochany of horrors that had grown larger than one mere soul could possibly contain.
-Charlemagne
"You will not take me Spider!" The Griffon said in a noble voice as Alice took full view of his situation. The Griffon had it's wings wrapped in the sticky film of a spider web. Skeletons of eaten Wonderland inhabitants were scattered about the web including a mock turtle shell, a fleshless set of lion bones, and quite a number of blank cards.
The Cheshire Cat's skeleton crossed it's arms and sat down by Alice as it wagged it's tail bone. "Your wasting time Alice. You realize that we are all just figments of imagination here in Wonderland....him, me, we're real enough to distract and maybe kill but shouldn't you be worried about your OWN kind?"
Alice lifted up her Vorpal sword and looked around the remains of the garden which seemed to have the very life sucked out of it. "My father said that you could tell a person was completely rotten by the fact they would kick a dog."
The Cheshire Cat frowned sourly at Alice "I have a funny feeling I know where this is going."
Alice smiled and walked on towards the web with her sword raised. The Cheshire Cat breathed a sight of relief before Alice spun around and gave the Cat a football kick to the head, decapitating the cat. Cheshire sighed from far away and walked over to pick up his lost head.
"Griffon! I've come to rescue you!" Alice said, hoping that when she cut the griffon loose he didn't suddenly turn on her and try to eat her. Alice considered it shockingly ungrateful the kind of behavior the inhabitants of Wonderland showed her on her last visit. She supposed that she probably shouldn't be too surprised at them trying to kill her, in retrospect they weren't that polite on her first either.
The Griffon was nearly free and flapping it's wings when Alice heard the hissing of acid behind her.
"Little Miss Muffet sat on a tuffet, eating her curds and way, along came a spider and sat down beside her..." the creature was an eight foot tall beast with a giant maw and thousands of eyes. The acid sound was coming from the steady stream of drool that poured from her mouth.
"And Little Miss Muffet bashed it to spray!" Alice launched her show into the jaw of the beast. True as luck would have it the Spider fell on it's back and the Lady of Wonderland began grizzly slaughter with her most trusted weapon. Each time Alice killed, little piece of her died. She hoped that whatever the result of this latest jaunt that she recovered something of herself in it, or she'd be nothing in Alice's body.
"Tick Tock Tick Tock Alice your running out of time." The Cheshire Cat's voice rang in Alice's ears even as she severed the last of the strands away from the Griffon's body.
Alice turned to the Cheshire Cat to give him another condemnation even as she felt blood beginning to pour out of her mouth. The pain came later as she looked down to her chest to see the Griffon's talons sticking through her chest and out her front.
"Oh no." Alice then fell to her knees.
***
The Red King's anger was uncontainable and the storm intensified outside the North Umberland asylum a dozen times fold.
'HOW DARE THEY.' the thought rung out as lighting destroyed a tree on the foregrounds.
Alice was the only one who had yet to escape from the nightmarish fantasy-realm he had woven. Alice was the Light, the Savior, the Prometheus to humanity. That she be so causally destroyed was something that was not tolerable and not to be permitted.
Merriweather struggled to contain himself even as the world in his mind reacted blindly across England. Nurse D who had abused Alice suffered a fatal accident with razor blades, a Doctor in White chapel became a murderer, and a abusive spouse had his heart suddenly explode. All the
while the fools who thought they contained a simple comatose lunatic did not even notice the man's rocking back and forth with power.
'The effects on Wonderland....no you mustn't do this to the outside world....there are still other hopes.' the thoughts continued on as in his mind he was tormented further by his demons. There would be no release for himself or the children and there in the Red King's face became only a
menacing leer.
'Oh the fun is just beginning. We'll laugh, we'll play, we'll kill, we'll flay.' the Jester card's voice rang in the Red King's mind. The Lighting tipped hat wearing monster made the Merri lift his hand up in his straight jacket toward his throat.
'Off with their heads! All of them!' The Queen of heart's voice followed.
'Break the babies heads against the counters, chew on them, beat them, feed them to the grinder! Pigs one and all and delicious to eat.' The Duchess shouted with glee.
'Alice is dead....she's all red....' Tweedle Dee chuckled and lifted a mug in his mind to doom.
'Corpses are white, Alice's eyes were blue, Life's a fright, and she's now the Griffon's stew!' Tweedle Dumb shouted as he toasted with his brother.
McTaggert's mind grew ever weaker in the capochany of horrors that had grown larger than one mere soul could possibly contain.
-Charlemagne