Wonderland
-Kimchi. Has it been saying "Lorelei" this whole time? That's my.other name.
-Yeah, Don't own the stuff and all that.man, but if I did! Kill Jean! And to death with awful slapstick humor! Um, this is the last chapter that I bothered to write before uploading this, so It'll be a while before anything else comes up.
The fog tickled Tabitha's bare arms, but she did nothing to warm them as she walked on.
Keep going, don't think.You don't have to think about anything.
Tabitha, the real Tabitha, wasn't sure what was wrong with her. She was here, feeling the cold, feeling the knots in her stomach, but at the same time, she wasn't. It was all a game. Life is all a game. Nothing matters, nothing at all. There are emotions, but they are merely synapses within one's psyche. Not real, nothing is real.
Don't think about it; don't think about anything at all.
The voice in her head was taking over, telling her all this. Telling her to give in. She may as well, after the only things that seemed real were now probably food for that shadow. That shadow that is a living sickness.
Tabitha stopped moving. She was back in control. Unused to the sudden lack of puppeteer, she fell over. Shocked by her own movements, she got back up. Pain coursed through her skull. The voice was still there, clouding her mind; hurting her head, and making her see white. Why would it let her move?
They're there. Deal with them.
The voice turned her head to the figures standing to her left. Dark shapes and demons; evil things with snakes for eyes and venom squirting out of their pores. To Tabitha, they were beautiful.
She ran to them. They would kill her, and everything would be okay. She had said that she wouldn't let a dream kill her, but to eat her words and commit suicide now would be delicious. There would be no queen, no "wonderland." Only the great beyond or whatever.
Fool! The voice lashed out at her, and she fell to the ground. Not now! Don't you want to go home?
Tabitha choked, but her thoughts reached the voice. Then don't die! Save this place!
"How." Tabitha's throat closed up on her. The demons had left, they were only an illusion. Everything was swirling, swirling, fading. The fog on Tabitha's mind was lifting, and she was on hard floor again. It was checkerboard, and stretched on forever. There was a platform ahead of her, but Tabitha lay grasping her head, trying to cope with the weird lifting feeling.
"You whom I have called here." A voice was coming from the platform. There was a veil hanging from the ceiling, restricting the image of the speaker to a wavy silhouette.
"You whom I have asked a great favor.I ask now of you to complete that deed." Tabitha managed to stand up. A delicate hand lifted the veil, and a woman in a long white dress stepped out. It was Tabitha.
The queen's alter ego is I, thought Tabitha. There was definitely something wrong with the queen. Her skin was light blue and sickly. Her face had an awful sad look to it.
"I am sorry that I had to manipulate your mind to get you here, but it is of great importance that you.kill me." The queen's eyes seemed to melt inside, as if saying this hurt her so very deeply.
Tabitha stuttered for words. Kill herself? Why would this save Wonderland?
"You see..." the queen continued, "This sickness that is contaminating so many.needs a human body to keep a worldly form. It chose me. If I die, then the deaths will stop."
"Do." Tabitha murmured, "Do.but.why?" This was too much.
"That is what the Sword of Alice is for. The original Alice did more that play with the queen. Those beheadings were random, like how insanity strikes. It is common for the royal bloodline to be affected by this, but every so many generations it manifests as a sickness among others. When this happens, an Alice is summoned. Alice are humans that are born to, but not connected to other worlds. They can easily be removed from the other places and brought here, and if they are fit to be warriors, they kill the offending royalty."
Tabitha was suddenly very conscious of the weight of the sword slung over her back. This was handed down to those clever enough to find it, and then used to kill innocents.
"Enough talk, please." The queen closed her eyes. A look of acceptance crossed her face, as if she knew this would happen all along. "Kill me, and save this place."
Tabitha unsheathed her blade. "You expect me to kill you, right here, and save my dream world?" her hands shook. "I can't kill you."
The queen smiled. "Poor young girl. You want to save the ones you love, no? Your friends, your family."
"They aren't in Wonderland."
"But they are. Please, no more refrain." The queen raised her arm. Tabitha's hand moved by its self, raising the sword above her head.
"Wait! Wait, I don't want to kill you!" Tabitha strained her mind, trying to stop this. Her hand went down, and Tabby squeezed her eyes shut. There was a sickening thud.
"Tabitha!"
Tabitha opened her eyes. There was the queen's body. There was no head. The head was beside her. Out of the wounds, there was flowing blood, but most of all, bugs. Cockroaches, centipedes, and other insects squirmed, flowed, and skittered out of the neck and head. Tabitha thought she would be sick. She leaned over, and blinked. She fell over and lay there. Someone was calling her name.someone.
"Hey! Wake up!" Tabitha opened her eyes. She was on a leaf-covered ground, and there was the rest of the Brotherhood, standing over her.
"Yo! She's up!" Toad said, grinning at his obvious statement.
"Jeez." Lance leaned over farther. "You've been out for almost ten minutes. We were gonna get the nurse or something."
Tabitha sat up. "No, I'm okay. It's okay." It's all over, she thought. That wasn't real at all. Just a dream.
She stood up, but something half-stuck into her pocket fell out. It was a leather bound edition of Alice in Wonderland.
Tabitha passed out.
-Kimchi. Has it been saying "Lorelei" this whole time? That's my.other name.
-Yeah, Don't own the stuff and all that.man, but if I did! Kill Jean! And to death with awful slapstick humor! Um, this is the last chapter that I bothered to write before uploading this, so It'll be a while before anything else comes up.
The fog tickled Tabitha's bare arms, but she did nothing to warm them as she walked on.
Keep going, don't think.You don't have to think about anything.
Tabitha, the real Tabitha, wasn't sure what was wrong with her. She was here, feeling the cold, feeling the knots in her stomach, but at the same time, she wasn't. It was all a game. Life is all a game. Nothing matters, nothing at all. There are emotions, but they are merely synapses within one's psyche. Not real, nothing is real.
Don't think about it; don't think about anything at all.
The voice in her head was taking over, telling her all this. Telling her to give in. She may as well, after the only things that seemed real were now probably food for that shadow. That shadow that is a living sickness.
Tabitha stopped moving. She was back in control. Unused to the sudden lack of puppeteer, she fell over. Shocked by her own movements, she got back up. Pain coursed through her skull. The voice was still there, clouding her mind; hurting her head, and making her see white. Why would it let her move?
They're there. Deal with them.
The voice turned her head to the figures standing to her left. Dark shapes and demons; evil things with snakes for eyes and venom squirting out of their pores. To Tabitha, they were beautiful.
She ran to them. They would kill her, and everything would be okay. She had said that she wouldn't let a dream kill her, but to eat her words and commit suicide now would be delicious. There would be no queen, no "wonderland." Only the great beyond or whatever.
Fool! The voice lashed out at her, and she fell to the ground. Not now! Don't you want to go home?
Tabitha choked, but her thoughts reached the voice. Then don't die! Save this place!
"How." Tabitha's throat closed up on her. The demons had left, they were only an illusion. Everything was swirling, swirling, fading. The fog on Tabitha's mind was lifting, and she was on hard floor again. It was checkerboard, and stretched on forever. There was a platform ahead of her, but Tabitha lay grasping her head, trying to cope with the weird lifting feeling.
"You whom I have called here." A voice was coming from the platform. There was a veil hanging from the ceiling, restricting the image of the speaker to a wavy silhouette.
"You whom I have asked a great favor.I ask now of you to complete that deed." Tabitha managed to stand up. A delicate hand lifted the veil, and a woman in a long white dress stepped out. It was Tabitha.
The queen's alter ego is I, thought Tabitha. There was definitely something wrong with the queen. Her skin was light blue and sickly. Her face had an awful sad look to it.
"I am sorry that I had to manipulate your mind to get you here, but it is of great importance that you.kill me." The queen's eyes seemed to melt inside, as if saying this hurt her so very deeply.
Tabitha stuttered for words. Kill herself? Why would this save Wonderland?
"You see..." the queen continued, "This sickness that is contaminating so many.needs a human body to keep a worldly form. It chose me. If I die, then the deaths will stop."
"Do." Tabitha murmured, "Do.but.why?" This was too much.
"That is what the Sword of Alice is for. The original Alice did more that play with the queen. Those beheadings were random, like how insanity strikes. It is common for the royal bloodline to be affected by this, but every so many generations it manifests as a sickness among others. When this happens, an Alice is summoned. Alice are humans that are born to, but not connected to other worlds. They can easily be removed from the other places and brought here, and if they are fit to be warriors, they kill the offending royalty."
Tabitha was suddenly very conscious of the weight of the sword slung over her back. This was handed down to those clever enough to find it, and then used to kill innocents.
"Enough talk, please." The queen closed her eyes. A look of acceptance crossed her face, as if she knew this would happen all along. "Kill me, and save this place."
Tabitha unsheathed her blade. "You expect me to kill you, right here, and save my dream world?" her hands shook. "I can't kill you."
The queen smiled. "Poor young girl. You want to save the ones you love, no? Your friends, your family."
"They aren't in Wonderland."
"But they are. Please, no more refrain." The queen raised her arm. Tabitha's hand moved by its self, raising the sword above her head.
"Wait! Wait, I don't want to kill you!" Tabitha strained her mind, trying to stop this. Her hand went down, and Tabby squeezed her eyes shut. There was a sickening thud.
"Tabitha!"
Tabitha opened her eyes. There was the queen's body. There was no head. The head was beside her. Out of the wounds, there was flowing blood, but most of all, bugs. Cockroaches, centipedes, and other insects squirmed, flowed, and skittered out of the neck and head. Tabitha thought she would be sick. She leaned over, and blinked. She fell over and lay there. Someone was calling her name.someone.
"Hey! Wake up!" Tabitha opened her eyes. She was on a leaf-covered ground, and there was the rest of the Brotherhood, standing over her.
"Yo! She's up!" Toad said, grinning at his obvious statement.
"Jeez." Lance leaned over farther. "You've been out for almost ten minutes. We were gonna get the nurse or something."
Tabitha sat up. "No, I'm okay. It's okay." It's all over, she thought. That wasn't real at all. Just a dream.
She stood up, but something half-stuck into her pocket fell out. It was a leather bound edition of Alice in Wonderland.
Tabitha passed out.