I watched the Cheshire approach the wall which surrounded both of us
completely. He stood for a very long while, before finally twisting its
boney neck to glance over at me. "Alice, do you know the pass word, yet?"
I shook my head uncertain of exactly what he meant. Was I supposed to collect a password from somewhere or someone before I arrived? It was a question my mind seemed to wander back to each time the cat glanced at me. The Cheshire was waiting for me to give him a password, although I knew I had none to name. So, there we both stood, waiting for absolutely nothing. It was quite pointless and for a while, I would've sworn an hour glass had swung past us several times. Finally, I spoke in a dull tone, almost as if I were being drained of all energy as time passed. "I haven't any."
"Haven't any, what?" he asked in reply, licking the edges of its gray teeth.
"Password"
As soon as the words had escaped my dry lips, the ground began to growl. Not only growl, but groan and creak and beg to be let free from the Earth. The stone had suddenly developed tiny cracks, which zig zagged below my feet. The very moment it touched the corners, the walls too joined the floor in allowing painful moans sound from beneath. Throughout the odd happenings, the Cheshire and I both remained perfectly still. Even one step forward or perhaps even a step back would break the ground completely and drag them into another hell.
Soon enough, the stone halted its angry rant and silence was left in its place. Dust gathered close to us both as the dirt settled. The Cheshire blew the cloud of red from our eyes and revealed dilapidated stone below a large window of vast amounts of grass. He stared up at me with his usual cocky grin and simply said "yes."
It became clear to me after we had entered the world of grass land, that perhaps the password was.password. I sighed at the very thought, being over come with a great frustration. Wasn't this going to be fun.?
The time was slow as we walked towards what seemed to be nothing. The Cheshire said very little until I mentioned something about it all being a dream. Without warning the creature spun around, his hind legs straight, making his back arch and his eyes a flare with a rage deeper than any other I had seen in, without looking in the mirror. "A dream!? Alice, are you sure you have visited before? You know what you must survive through. Ah.but perhaps you do not?" again, his tail swung from side to side.almost as if it were his fingers rubbing his chin as he thought. "No, no.we shall wait to see how you deal with your puppet. Let us hope you are a talented puppeteer."
Again, silence banished each echo. Silence began to take over much of everything and so did the darkness. Everywhere they stopped to rest or to chat about the upcoming creatures, darkness remained. Night was alone. Alone forever.
"Password?" a voice from far ahead shouted. There were no buildings or beings to be found, but voices beckoned from every direction. The Cheshire glanced up at me questionably once more, expecting me to know immediately. I had not the slightest clue to what it would be at that moment and Password would be an unlikely answer for the second time. Unless, the creatures in the invisible world were as stupid as they sounded. They truly did sound stupid. Their voices were like a clown after drinking a little too much. Still, I whispered the word "Password" once again and, once again, the world was shown to us.
I had expected much more from this world, since the living things that dwelled inside of it could create a sort of invisible dome over top of the small village. In fact, their village was quite disgusting to walk through. Garbage lay scattered across the dying lawns of the homes, the homes themselves were barely able to stand on their own. Some of the occupants had built support beams on the side to keep their rectangular homes from tilting to one side. Even the side walks were bent out of shape, swiveling onto the gravel roads and off into the purples lakes. For some odd reason, I did not believe the lakes were purple because of my own imagination.it must've been some sort of poison. In the distance, one could see a fair going on. 'Christmas fair' was painted above the buildings, where many of the creatures crowded. For such a disturbingly ugly village, the beings themselves were absolutely beautiful. Each creature was tall, with slender long legs and soft blue skin. Their hair looked as if it were painted with brilliant colours stolen from the rainbows. Some had violet hair, others blue like their skin, and some even vibrant greens. The only thing that seemed dull about the new species was their eyes. All of them had either brown eyes, or just plain black orbs. That was what gave their vileness away. Yes, the eyes, I could seem within them.the dead nothingness that lay deep inside. They were enchanting things on the outside, but in the inside.pain and carelessness thrived.
My feet felt cold when the skin had been set free from the boundaries of my black, slipper like shoes. The air bit at my flesh and marked my face with red. How could the creatures live in a place so freezing? Before I could consider the question, I pulled my other shoe from my foot and began to untie the white apron from my figure. The clothes seemed light when I dreamt of them in the past, but now.the fabric was out weighing me.
"Err.I'm Meander."
The tone was like the others.filled with a mocking, slurred accent. I froze. Not all of my clothing was to be removed, but it would've felt much better if none of the creatures managed to wander toward me. Rather unhappy with the interruption, I lifted my head and turned to face it. "Meander? That's your name?" I sneered and went back to untying the thin cloth.
"Yes, Meander. Cheshire has left you here, it seems. With me."
Again, I glanced up. Cheshire had been directly beside me just a few moments before, but now he had seemingly vanished. Now, I was left with a 'boy' named Meander. It was easy to tell he was male, although most of the creatures looked alike, because his feet were much smaller than the female's feet. All of the females at the festival had proven larger feet than the males. For a while, I ignored him, but he made it nearly impossible after only a minute. He kept shoving his hand in my face, expecting me to greet him kindly. Finally, I grasped his smooth icy hand with my own and shook it once. "I'm Alice, pleasure to meet you Meander. Would you mind, Sir, if I called you Me for short?" I smiled, Me would be horribly confusing for me to use. Still, he accepted happily and removed his hand from mine.
"We look like Puppets." he mentioned as I sat down by the purple lake. My legs were swollen from all of the walking and my stomach ached for food, but I refused to eat anything at the poisonous village. It would be unsafe. What if the tea I had tasted earlier was the very food from the village? I would not be surprised.
"Yes, you do.you're all quite wonderful to look at." I complimented against my will.
"We are.puppets." He continued, keeping his black opals on me. "Cheshire brought you here for a reason, Alice. To help us. Remember when you were younger? Before you came to the asylum?" he paused, careful not to miss my reply. However, his pause did not encourage a reply.instead, I remained speechless. "You had a puppet. It told you how cruel your family had been to you. Making you sleep in that cold place, with that uncomfortable bed, and with that awful tasting food. You remember, don't you, Alice?"
My head began to hurt. I could feel billions of demons bang at the walls of my scull, trying to break through. Me was making me insane. He was forcing me to remember something I had tried to forget for so incredibly long. Meander was driving the sanity away and blessing the insanity with horrid stories that should've been deleted long ago! I could still feel the blood on my hands.it was dripping like the sarcastic tone Meander was using to imitate sympathy! My mind burned!
"Now, now.I can see that, Alice. I can see you remember." He smiled innocently, and brought his delicate fingers to my shoulders, squeezing them with unexpected strength. "That Puppet you had was not your friend. It was a test, Alice, to see if you'd resist. The puppets name is Clown. He was sent by us to make sure you were capable of resisting its tricks. Our people, the Tigga's, sent Clown to you to see if you were the right Alice. Jill.that is your real name? Maybe you've forgotten? Yes, you have. Jill.you were a mistake."
I shook my head uncertain of exactly what he meant. Was I supposed to collect a password from somewhere or someone before I arrived? It was a question my mind seemed to wander back to each time the cat glanced at me. The Cheshire was waiting for me to give him a password, although I knew I had none to name. So, there we both stood, waiting for absolutely nothing. It was quite pointless and for a while, I would've sworn an hour glass had swung past us several times. Finally, I spoke in a dull tone, almost as if I were being drained of all energy as time passed. "I haven't any."
"Haven't any, what?" he asked in reply, licking the edges of its gray teeth.
"Password"
As soon as the words had escaped my dry lips, the ground began to growl. Not only growl, but groan and creak and beg to be let free from the Earth. The stone had suddenly developed tiny cracks, which zig zagged below my feet. The very moment it touched the corners, the walls too joined the floor in allowing painful moans sound from beneath. Throughout the odd happenings, the Cheshire and I both remained perfectly still. Even one step forward or perhaps even a step back would break the ground completely and drag them into another hell.
Soon enough, the stone halted its angry rant and silence was left in its place. Dust gathered close to us both as the dirt settled. The Cheshire blew the cloud of red from our eyes and revealed dilapidated stone below a large window of vast amounts of grass. He stared up at me with his usual cocky grin and simply said "yes."
It became clear to me after we had entered the world of grass land, that perhaps the password was.password. I sighed at the very thought, being over come with a great frustration. Wasn't this going to be fun.?
The time was slow as we walked towards what seemed to be nothing. The Cheshire said very little until I mentioned something about it all being a dream. Without warning the creature spun around, his hind legs straight, making his back arch and his eyes a flare with a rage deeper than any other I had seen in, without looking in the mirror. "A dream!? Alice, are you sure you have visited before? You know what you must survive through. Ah.but perhaps you do not?" again, his tail swung from side to side.almost as if it were his fingers rubbing his chin as he thought. "No, no.we shall wait to see how you deal with your puppet. Let us hope you are a talented puppeteer."
Again, silence banished each echo. Silence began to take over much of everything and so did the darkness. Everywhere they stopped to rest or to chat about the upcoming creatures, darkness remained. Night was alone. Alone forever.
"Password?" a voice from far ahead shouted. There were no buildings or beings to be found, but voices beckoned from every direction. The Cheshire glanced up at me questionably once more, expecting me to know immediately. I had not the slightest clue to what it would be at that moment and Password would be an unlikely answer for the second time. Unless, the creatures in the invisible world were as stupid as they sounded. They truly did sound stupid. Their voices were like a clown after drinking a little too much. Still, I whispered the word "Password" once again and, once again, the world was shown to us.
I had expected much more from this world, since the living things that dwelled inside of it could create a sort of invisible dome over top of the small village. In fact, their village was quite disgusting to walk through. Garbage lay scattered across the dying lawns of the homes, the homes themselves were barely able to stand on their own. Some of the occupants had built support beams on the side to keep their rectangular homes from tilting to one side. Even the side walks were bent out of shape, swiveling onto the gravel roads and off into the purples lakes. For some odd reason, I did not believe the lakes were purple because of my own imagination.it must've been some sort of poison. In the distance, one could see a fair going on. 'Christmas fair' was painted above the buildings, where many of the creatures crowded. For such a disturbingly ugly village, the beings themselves were absolutely beautiful. Each creature was tall, with slender long legs and soft blue skin. Their hair looked as if it were painted with brilliant colours stolen from the rainbows. Some had violet hair, others blue like their skin, and some even vibrant greens. The only thing that seemed dull about the new species was their eyes. All of them had either brown eyes, or just plain black orbs. That was what gave their vileness away. Yes, the eyes, I could seem within them.the dead nothingness that lay deep inside. They were enchanting things on the outside, but in the inside.pain and carelessness thrived.
My feet felt cold when the skin had been set free from the boundaries of my black, slipper like shoes. The air bit at my flesh and marked my face with red. How could the creatures live in a place so freezing? Before I could consider the question, I pulled my other shoe from my foot and began to untie the white apron from my figure. The clothes seemed light when I dreamt of them in the past, but now.the fabric was out weighing me.
"Err.I'm Meander."
The tone was like the others.filled with a mocking, slurred accent. I froze. Not all of my clothing was to be removed, but it would've felt much better if none of the creatures managed to wander toward me. Rather unhappy with the interruption, I lifted my head and turned to face it. "Meander? That's your name?" I sneered and went back to untying the thin cloth.
"Yes, Meander. Cheshire has left you here, it seems. With me."
Again, I glanced up. Cheshire had been directly beside me just a few moments before, but now he had seemingly vanished. Now, I was left with a 'boy' named Meander. It was easy to tell he was male, although most of the creatures looked alike, because his feet were much smaller than the female's feet. All of the females at the festival had proven larger feet than the males. For a while, I ignored him, but he made it nearly impossible after only a minute. He kept shoving his hand in my face, expecting me to greet him kindly. Finally, I grasped his smooth icy hand with my own and shook it once. "I'm Alice, pleasure to meet you Meander. Would you mind, Sir, if I called you Me for short?" I smiled, Me would be horribly confusing for me to use. Still, he accepted happily and removed his hand from mine.
"We look like Puppets." he mentioned as I sat down by the purple lake. My legs were swollen from all of the walking and my stomach ached for food, but I refused to eat anything at the poisonous village. It would be unsafe. What if the tea I had tasted earlier was the very food from the village? I would not be surprised.
"Yes, you do.you're all quite wonderful to look at." I complimented against my will.
"We are.puppets." He continued, keeping his black opals on me. "Cheshire brought you here for a reason, Alice. To help us. Remember when you were younger? Before you came to the asylum?" he paused, careful not to miss my reply. However, his pause did not encourage a reply.instead, I remained speechless. "You had a puppet. It told you how cruel your family had been to you. Making you sleep in that cold place, with that uncomfortable bed, and with that awful tasting food. You remember, don't you, Alice?"
My head began to hurt. I could feel billions of demons bang at the walls of my scull, trying to break through. Me was making me insane. He was forcing me to remember something I had tried to forget for so incredibly long. Meander was driving the sanity away and blessing the insanity with horrid stories that should've been deleted long ago! I could still feel the blood on my hands.it was dripping like the sarcastic tone Meander was using to imitate sympathy! My mind burned!
"Now, now.I can see that, Alice. I can see you remember." He smiled innocently, and brought his delicate fingers to my shoulders, squeezing them with unexpected strength. "That Puppet you had was not your friend. It was a test, Alice, to see if you'd resist. The puppets name is Clown. He was sent by us to make sure you were capable of resisting its tricks. Our people, the Tigga's, sent Clown to you to see if you were the right Alice. Jill.that is your real name? Maybe you've forgotten? Yes, you have. Jill.you were a mistake."