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Comatose Screams
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I hate doctors.
I got to the skool today. I leaped through the air into the window and crawled in. When I stood up, there was a little man walking in circles with a harness on his recently shaved head. He couldn't speak, he couldn't do anything but walk in circles in front of the door. I glanced up at the wall, and there was a perfectly scaled map of a persons head. On it were shaded areas.
On the back of the head was a purple shaded area, with an arrow pointing at it.
Fear.
I took hold of the little man. He had no choice but to stay still. I looked at the harness that was strapped to his head. Where 'fear' would be on his head, was a small device. Whether clockwork or magic, it was causing him to walk in circles till he died. I looked into his crazed eyes. They were laced with innocence and fear. This was not a man.
It was a child.
A rage built up in me. These monsters have been corrupting children, toying with their psyche, murdering their innocence, and sending them into deranged fits that control their fear. All to command them.
I retched in Wonderland.
I don't know what I did in the gray room though. I wasn't there. At all. But when I did seep back into Reality, I suppose I ripped my shoes off. There they were, at the other side of the room.
My feet have no bandages on them.
I also found a mallet in Wonderland. After loosing my patience with throwing cards at the card guards, I wielded my knife and had at them.
I lost control.
After I was done, there were only small chunks around the room. Bones were ripped one by one from his ribcage. They might not appear to have bodies underneath those card thin bodies, but they do. Those are an illusion. Meant to confuse. How do you kill a paper thin card guard?
You do it very slowly and enjoy their screams.
So there I was, on the balcony of the second floor overlooking the room. The carpet was soaked with blood and pieces of flesh and card strewn around. My hands were extremely grimy with the blood.
I became frightened when I noticed that my knife had been pinning his hand to the ground the whole time. I did this with my bare hands.
Curse Malice-Alice.
I really must keep her in check.
Well, after I had calmed down, I noticed that there was a mallet on the other side of the balcony. Usually, the balcony would have stretched to it but it had been blasted down.
I had to jump.
I remember I muttered quite a long stream of curses.
Well, I had no choice. I had to get the mallet, Cheshire Cat had told me to pick up anything useful. I doubted I could kill every monster that lurked there with my knife. It'd be so impractical to think so.
So there I went. I jumped, caught the corner of the blasted thing and climbed up. It could have been horrendously difficult, but it wasn't really.
I grabbed the mallet. It is definitely an odd object indeed. Its head is shaped like a flamingo. Like the first time I met the Red Queen and we played croquet. It's a very nice croquet mallet. It will come in handy bashing their heads in.
I eventually climbed down and found my way into the study hall. The White Bearded Man had agreed to help me find a way to become small. I can't help it if White Rabbit likes to make me go in circles to find him. Well, anyway, he was there. After speaking, he triggered something that made the stage open up and ...
It makes me sick. I kept my composure though. It opened up to more children. Four of them, all wearing their harnesses. One was shrieking in pain, then giggling insanely. The other was laughing with a glint of insanity in his eyes, then falling completely still. Another was sobbing dejectedly and then hopping around on one foot. The last just stared into space with a feral grin that frightened me.
Their voices were all the screams from the asylum.
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I awoke this morning to a surgeon. He was just finished bandaging my burns. They had itched in irritation. I watched him. He smiled and started talking about normal things. Were they normal? Oh, yes, White Rabbit said so. He said things about how sad he becomes while he was here, listening to all these screams and not being to help anyone.
My eyes widened. I showed response. He shifted uneasily.
White Rabbit whispered to me. His name is Grantham. Why don't you show him more then the ward?
I slowly smiled, a dark, feral smile. I took White Rabbit and formed memories. I put the children in the stuffed toy. I held the toy out to Grantham.
He was still uneasy, but he took it.
I giggled as he suddenly stiffened. His eyes rolled back as if watching through my mind the pain, the screams, the agony. I laughed as his body began to twitch and spasm. He opened his mouth to scream but could not choke out a sound.
White Rabbit fell from his hand.
I have been watching him for an hour now. He stopped about ten minutes ago, according to the pocket watch in his white coat. I've picked up White Rabbit for warmth, since the ward is so cold. I haven't put my shoes on yet.
Grantham wakes up and looks around. I sit very still, my legs crossed and eyes staring straight at him. He looks at me, chokes a bit and stands up shakily, practically fleeing from the room. As he locks the door hastily, he peers through the window.
I am laughing silently, my chest shaking and a tear of mirth streams down my cheek.
I am insane.
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The asylum is strangely quiet tonight. No creature stirs in the night, they all sit and watch. Waiting.
Patience, Alice, I think to myself. I know what is coming.
I have not moved all day. I stare at the door window, waiting for what I know will come. No one can handle Wonderland like it is. Why can I? I have White Rabbit to guide me. And Cheshire Cat. The White Bearded Man was nice as well. I remember the first piece of advice Cheshire Cat gave me when I appeared in morbid Wonderland.
As knowing where your going is preferable to being lost, ask.
Pursue Rabbit.
I have, I will, and ever more will watch for him.
So I am watching the door. I don't know what I'm waiting for, but I'm sure White Rabbit will appear there someplace. He isn't here, he left when Grantham was shown the horrors of the skool. He took him on a guided tour of the pain, the misery, the demented joy.
Suddenly, the window is illuminated as if a candle is coming down the hall. The light slowly brightens. The candle strays toward the window and halts. I knew something would happen, didn't White Rabbit say so? Just don't be frightened. It's not dark, it's light. The candle isn't burning life, it's burning death. A sickly, dusty gray that frightens and disturbs the murky shadows of the wards hallways.
Bam!
I jump and see Grantham's face in the window. He's staring at me with a manic grin on his face. White Rabbit jumps to life in my arms. Grantham's eyes are a hysterical brown, but their dark hue makes them look like the pit to death.
His keys are jingling in the lock. I place White Rabbit on my shoulder and walk calmly to the door to stare him in the eye. My green eyes hold power of a majestic Queen. I know he will not open the door.
You will not open the door, my eyes command.
He slows his movements at the door, but he face contorts with such fury as he begins to scream through the window. He stares at White Rabbit. I stare at him. I command him.
Orderlies have come to the hall. They think someone has escaped. They pay him no heed.
He holds up a scalpel. He grins at me and walks away.
I know he will not be dressing my wounds tomorrow.