I wrote this to take place exactly nine years after Alice Through The
Looking Glass. Alice is now sixteen and a half exactly and I'm trying to
make this a horror but keep in true Alice fashion.
Alice sat combing her dark brown hair while staring at her deep green eyes in the mirror's reflection. She was getting ready to go to a ball that her parents were forcing her to attend. After tying her hair back with her favourite blue ribbin that matched her dress she finished perfecting the last bit of make up around her eyes. Alice reached down for the pearls her mother had gave to her and caught a glimpes of a grey - black cat sitting on the stool behind her. It wore a large grin that seemed to broad for its face. She quickly turned around but found the room empty.
She turned back to the mirror and jumped when she saw the cats face instead of her in the relection of the mirror.
With a hand clasped to her heart she asked 'Chesire Puss?'
'Hello, Alice,' he replied in a rich, deep voice. He stepped out of the mirror so that he sat eye to eye with her.
'It's been so long,' said Alice. She wanted to stroke him but dared not.
'Nine years exactly, my dear,' he staeted. 'You must come with me now.'
'If you expect me to go through the looking glass like I did before I don't think I can,' she told him 'But I don't know why.'
'You are right, Alice. That would never do,' he lifted a paw and gestured behind her 'Look behind you, left and right. The fight is yours alone this night.'
Obeadiantly she turned around.
Darkness.
She turned back around.
Bright light.
She looked left and was hit by a smell more beautiful than she could have ever imagined. To the right she found a piercing scream that threatened to burst her ear drum.
Up.
A feeling of weightlessness.
Then down.
The feeling of normalicy came back to her as she stared at the puddle of water in which she stood.
Looking around she guessed herself to be in an underground cave.
'Where am I,' she whispered.
'Deep,' answered the Chesire cat.
'Deep?' said Alice.
'Deeper than Wonderland, deep than the looking glass world. Deeper than me, than the white rabbit, than the Queen and her card soliders. Deeper than Tweedle Dum or Dee, than the Griffon and his Mock turtle, than the knights red or white,' the cat told her 'This is the lair of the Jabberwocky. The creature from the depths of your own mind, Alice.' 'Jabberwocky,' scoffed Alice 'That's just a poem.'
'Indeed. But it was you who poemed him to being and through you the lands have become his,' the cat began to fade 'You are old enough to take responsibility for your dreams, Alice'
'Wait,' she cried 'What is it that I must do?'
He faded until only his smile remained and a that faded he whispered 'Jabberwaocky.' All alone now Alice felt the wall around until she founf a tunnel leading out. 'Jabberwocky,' she repeated to herself 'Jabberwocky.'
Alice sat combing her dark brown hair while staring at her deep green eyes in the mirror's reflection. She was getting ready to go to a ball that her parents were forcing her to attend. After tying her hair back with her favourite blue ribbin that matched her dress she finished perfecting the last bit of make up around her eyes. Alice reached down for the pearls her mother had gave to her and caught a glimpes of a grey - black cat sitting on the stool behind her. It wore a large grin that seemed to broad for its face. She quickly turned around but found the room empty.
She turned back to the mirror and jumped when she saw the cats face instead of her in the relection of the mirror.
With a hand clasped to her heart she asked 'Chesire Puss?'
'Hello, Alice,' he replied in a rich, deep voice. He stepped out of the mirror so that he sat eye to eye with her.
'It's been so long,' said Alice. She wanted to stroke him but dared not.
'Nine years exactly, my dear,' he staeted. 'You must come with me now.'
'If you expect me to go through the looking glass like I did before I don't think I can,' she told him 'But I don't know why.'
'You are right, Alice. That would never do,' he lifted a paw and gestured behind her 'Look behind you, left and right. The fight is yours alone this night.'
Obeadiantly she turned around.
Darkness.
She turned back around.
Bright light.
She looked left and was hit by a smell more beautiful than she could have ever imagined. To the right she found a piercing scream that threatened to burst her ear drum.
Up.
A feeling of weightlessness.
Then down.
The feeling of normalicy came back to her as she stared at the puddle of water in which she stood.
Looking around she guessed herself to be in an underground cave.
'Where am I,' she whispered.
'Deep,' answered the Chesire cat.
'Deep?' said Alice.
'Deeper than Wonderland, deep than the looking glass world. Deeper than me, than the white rabbit, than the Queen and her card soliders. Deeper than Tweedle Dum or Dee, than the Griffon and his Mock turtle, than the knights red or white,' the cat told her 'This is the lair of the Jabberwocky. The creature from the depths of your own mind, Alice.' 'Jabberwocky,' scoffed Alice 'That's just a poem.'
'Indeed. But it was you who poemed him to being and through you the lands have become his,' the cat began to fade 'You are old enough to take responsibility for your dreams, Alice'
'Wait,' she cried 'What is it that I must do?'
He faded until only his smile remained and a that faded he whispered 'Jabberwaocky.' All alone now Alice felt the wall around until she founf a tunnel leading out. 'Jabberwocky,' she repeated to herself 'Jabberwocky.'