I don't own Alice.or the game.heh. I personally think that game is
seriously disturbing, but that's what makes it so kick ass! Anyway, read
and review, please. Put in what you think.anything.even horrible, horrible,
self esteem altering opinions. Thank you ^_^
Puppet
I listened to the music echo through my room. The terrified screams of my parents drowned the music box notes. Finally, they had awakened to find me with my hands wrapped around my tiny brother's throat. Shrill voices pounded at my temples, making my entire body ache.
"Alice! Stop! Stop!"
Mother had ordered me to stop my violent acts before, but now she seemed dazed and helpless. Almost as if she didn't understand why. Why I had done it.why am I doing this? A question most 'gifted' children ask themselves. I stupid question. A predictable answer.I was doing this because my reality was being destroyed by his constant noise. He screeched, and thudded his petite feet along our hard wood floor. The sounds of his stirring reached me in my dormant basement. The quiet shattered forever. All because of a small boy and his childish happiness. I must kill him!
"ALICE!"
Another voice.my Father. He's on my brother's side, just as I had suspected. My name.it hurt to hear it repeated and repeated by panicky voices.
"Alice? Who is this Alice? She no longer exists.she has been taken by me.The Queen." I spoke.after so many years.I let myself be heard by the mortals that raised me.
My mother babbled something incoherent to me. She was sobbing like a child, but my pale, cold hands still grasped tightly around my brother's neck. Smirking, I let go.my brother was limp; dead. Turning to my mother and father, I reached for the prior sharpened blade beside the straw bed. It was the puppets bed.
.................................... Ok, well, that's it for now, but the next chapter IS coming. I repeat IS coming. Anyway, it gets better.I just didn't know how to start the dream.she'll be visiting her old world in just a while. Keep reading. Oh yeah.and Alice isn't the real Alice.it's a child who thinks she's Alice and everyone who talks to her calls her Alice, but that's just in the child's mind.ok.that makes absolutely no sense.but it will.
Puppet
I listened to the music echo through my room. The terrified screams of my parents drowned the music box notes. Finally, they had awakened to find me with my hands wrapped around my tiny brother's throat. Shrill voices pounded at my temples, making my entire body ache.
"Alice! Stop! Stop!"
Mother had ordered me to stop my violent acts before, but now she seemed dazed and helpless. Almost as if she didn't understand why. Why I had done it.why am I doing this? A question most 'gifted' children ask themselves. I stupid question. A predictable answer.I was doing this because my reality was being destroyed by his constant noise. He screeched, and thudded his petite feet along our hard wood floor. The sounds of his stirring reached me in my dormant basement. The quiet shattered forever. All because of a small boy and his childish happiness. I must kill him!
"ALICE!"
Another voice.my Father. He's on my brother's side, just as I had suspected. My name.it hurt to hear it repeated and repeated by panicky voices.
"Alice? Who is this Alice? She no longer exists.she has been taken by me.The Queen." I spoke.after so many years.I let myself be heard by the mortals that raised me.
My mother babbled something incoherent to me. She was sobbing like a child, but my pale, cold hands still grasped tightly around my brother's neck. Smirking, I let go.my brother was limp; dead. Turning to my mother and father, I reached for the prior sharpened blade beside the straw bed. It was the puppets bed.
.................................... Ok, well, that's it for now, but the next chapter IS coming. I repeat IS coming. Anyway, it gets better.I just didn't know how to start the dream.she'll be visiting her old world in just a while. Keep reading. Oh yeah.and Alice isn't the real Alice.it's a child who thinks she's Alice and everyone who talks to her calls her Alice, but that's just in the child's mind.ok.that makes absolutely no sense.but it will.