"Ms. March, I'm here to uh.give you your clothes." Young Jason entered
Harriet's room, a brown satchel in hand and a nervous look on his face.
Harriet looked up to him slowly, hiding Jervis' book behind her body as she slowly began to tremble with excitement, "Oh, really?"
"Yes, here.I'll turn around so they uh.can't see you." With that he gently tossed the bag and turned around, using his body as a shield to hide her change.
"I'm done." Was all Harriet said as Jason turned around to see her, now wearing a very clean knee length white dress with black high heels and her hair carefully tucked under her nurse's hat to give the impression of short hair. Jervis' book in hand.
Jason eyed her quick and nodded, grabbing her pillows from the floor and stuffing them in her bed to look like a body, "There, now they won't know you've gone until at least morning."
Harriet said nothing as she looked over to Jervis' cell, he had since busied himself drawing and planning more and more things. Jason would never tell anyone what he was doing, the stupid boy.
"Ready to go?" Jason's hand gently seemed to find its way into her own as they exited her Plexiglas cell. At first she was shocked but kept herself as calm as she could, looking as if she had walked these halls all her life.
From the corner of her eye she saw Jervis smile to her, she nodded slightly and turned, walking on until they reached the front gates; freedom.
"Hang on, who's this?" asked a roughly shaved man, black eyes glaring down at Harriet. Jason was just to speak when Harriet stopped him, hardly a trace of her English accent, "Hello there good friend, I'm Amber Wallace, I'm starting a part time job here and Mr. Jason was very kind to show me around. I'll just be leaving though. Good-bye Jason and thank you."
With this she released her hand but not before she placed Jervis' book in his hand and whispering, "Please give this back to Mr. Tetch. Tell him.All in a golden afternoon." And with that she walked off, leaving them all and finding freedom.
*****
Jervis sat at his desk, his pencil cruising over his papers writing plan after plan but in the end seeing nothing her liked. His garbage had begun overflowing with plans, which didn't matter; Jason would take it all home and burn it anyway. Think Jervis, Think! His mind screamed to him but nothing came. At least not until.
"Mr. Tetch, I've come bearing gifts." Came in Jason as he walked over to his table.
"Is she gone?"
"Yes sir, just left."
"Good..." Jervis started to write again. Brushing away his strawberry blonde hair from his eyes.
Jason cleared his throat and spoke quietly again, "uh.sir, Ms. March told me to give you this" with that he sat the copy of Alice in Wonderland in front of Jervis, "And to tell you 'All in a golden afternoon.'.Does that mean anything to you?"
Inside Jervis chuckled with joy but on the outside he was a calm as before, "No Jason, I think she was just telling me her favorite Poem. Now I've got work to do but take these," He pointed to his trash can, "and dispose of them for me. Thank you."
Jason nodded and grabbed the trash to dispose of it before anyone came across it.
After his door was securely locked, a low chuckled began to escape his lips. Soon after a louder and freer laugh exploded from his face as he wrote to himself;
All in a golden afternoon, full leisurely we'll glide!!
*****
Harriet kept her face down while trudging through the dark town; she had since thrown the nurse hat away leaving her long platinum blonde hair free to glide. The night had just arrived as she stopped at an intersection looking around to see where she would go.how she could help Jervis.
Without warning two men, muscled much like the four orderly that had drug her to her cell at the asylum surrounded her, "Hey there, pretty lady." One grunted; the other laughed, holding a large buoy knife.
Harriet looked to them both and immediately started to run, it was no lie she was slightly shocked, but she needed to get away from them so she could concentrate.
But the men were to fast for her as one of them enveloped her in his arms. The other covered her mouth as they drug her into a dark alley and began to tear her clothes off. Laughing, "Now just be quite sweet cheeks and prepare for the ride of your life!" The second one spoke as he held one of her legs and one arm, the other held her one arm and used the other to caress her bare legs. They were holding her so she felt tied up and confined.
That immediately got her strength going, as the one who first spoke reached for her face to bring her closer she bit his thumb, biting down as hard as she could until she tasted blood.and her teeth met up with each other. The man pulled his arm away from her, letting her go so he could hold what was left of his thumb to his hand.
She then used her free hand to grab the other man's buoy knife and with supernatural strength she sliced to the missing thumb man's face. He fell to the ground and begged for mercy. With an evil laugh she plunged the knife through his chest and pulled it back out.
The other man, almost to stunned to even whimper, started to back up before Harriet caught up to him, her insane laugh and his terrified screams pierced the night as she plunged the knife into his chest; over and over until her white dress was now a deep blood red and the man's chest reminded one of Swiss cheese.
Harriet dropped the knife by the man's body as she dropped to the ground, clutching her legs against her body and rocking to and fro.
Then, without warning, Harriet's body language began to calm as she looked to the first man's body with his thumb lying just a foot away and then to the other man and to his severely punctured stomach.
She stared out to the emptiness as she recited:
"They would not, could not, would not, could not, would not join the dance.
They would not, could, not, would not, could not, could not join the dance."
Her face grew to an insane smile as she realized what had happened to her, she had been reborn. Her now pale green eyes darted around to find something to symbolize her new life.
Her eyes finally fell on the perfect thing, lying in the trashcan was a perfectly white pair of playboy bunny ears. She reached over and grabbed the ears, placing them over her slightly bloodstained hair as she laughed.
For she was no longer a fragile, disturbed Harriet March. She was now.
The March Hare.
Harriet looked up to him slowly, hiding Jervis' book behind her body as she slowly began to tremble with excitement, "Oh, really?"
"Yes, here.I'll turn around so they uh.can't see you." With that he gently tossed the bag and turned around, using his body as a shield to hide her change.
"I'm done." Was all Harriet said as Jason turned around to see her, now wearing a very clean knee length white dress with black high heels and her hair carefully tucked under her nurse's hat to give the impression of short hair. Jervis' book in hand.
Jason eyed her quick and nodded, grabbing her pillows from the floor and stuffing them in her bed to look like a body, "There, now they won't know you've gone until at least morning."
Harriet said nothing as she looked over to Jervis' cell, he had since busied himself drawing and planning more and more things. Jason would never tell anyone what he was doing, the stupid boy.
"Ready to go?" Jason's hand gently seemed to find its way into her own as they exited her Plexiglas cell. At first she was shocked but kept herself as calm as she could, looking as if she had walked these halls all her life.
From the corner of her eye she saw Jervis smile to her, she nodded slightly and turned, walking on until they reached the front gates; freedom.
"Hang on, who's this?" asked a roughly shaved man, black eyes glaring down at Harriet. Jason was just to speak when Harriet stopped him, hardly a trace of her English accent, "Hello there good friend, I'm Amber Wallace, I'm starting a part time job here and Mr. Jason was very kind to show me around. I'll just be leaving though. Good-bye Jason and thank you."
With this she released her hand but not before she placed Jervis' book in his hand and whispering, "Please give this back to Mr. Tetch. Tell him.All in a golden afternoon." And with that she walked off, leaving them all and finding freedom.
*****
Jervis sat at his desk, his pencil cruising over his papers writing plan after plan but in the end seeing nothing her liked. His garbage had begun overflowing with plans, which didn't matter; Jason would take it all home and burn it anyway. Think Jervis, Think! His mind screamed to him but nothing came. At least not until.
"Mr. Tetch, I've come bearing gifts." Came in Jason as he walked over to his table.
"Is she gone?"
"Yes sir, just left."
"Good..." Jervis started to write again. Brushing away his strawberry blonde hair from his eyes.
Jason cleared his throat and spoke quietly again, "uh.sir, Ms. March told me to give you this" with that he sat the copy of Alice in Wonderland in front of Jervis, "And to tell you 'All in a golden afternoon.'.Does that mean anything to you?"
Inside Jervis chuckled with joy but on the outside he was a calm as before, "No Jason, I think she was just telling me her favorite Poem. Now I've got work to do but take these," He pointed to his trash can, "and dispose of them for me. Thank you."
Jason nodded and grabbed the trash to dispose of it before anyone came across it.
After his door was securely locked, a low chuckled began to escape his lips. Soon after a louder and freer laugh exploded from his face as he wrote to himself;
All in a golden afternoon, full leisurely we'll glide!!
*****
Harriet kept her face down while trudging through the dark town; she had since thrown the nurse hat away leaving her long platinum blonde hair free to glide. The night had just arrived as she stopped at an intersection looking around to see where she would go.how she could help Jervis.
Without warning two men, muscled much like the four orderly that had drug her to her cell at the asylum surrounded her, "Hey there, pretty lady." One grunted; the other laughed, holding a large buoy knife.
Harriet looked to them both and immediately started to run, it was no lie she was slightly shocked, but she needed to get away from them so she could concentrate.
But the men were to fast for her as one of them enveloped her in his arms. The other covered her mouth as they drug her into a dark alley and began to tear her clothes off. Laughing, "Now just be quite sweet cheeks and prepare for the ride of your life!" The second one spoke as he held one of her legs and one arm, the other held her one arm and used the other to caress her bare legs. They were holding her so she felt tied up and confined.
That immediately got her strength going, as the one who first spoke reached for her face to bring her closer she bit his thumb, biting down as hard as she could until she tasted blood.and her teeth met up with each other. The man pulled his arm away from her, letting her go so he could hold what was left of his thumb to his hand.
She then used her free hand to grab the other man's buoy knife and with supernatural strength she sliced to the missing thumb man's face. He fell to the ground and begged for mercy. With an evil laugh she plunged the knife through his chest and pulled it back out.
The other man, almost to stunned to even whimper, started to back up before Harriet caught up to him, her insane laugh and his terrified screams pierced the night as she plunged the knife into his chest; over and over until her white dress was now a deep blood red and the man's chest reminded one of Swiss cheese.
Harriet dropped the knife by the man's body as she dropped to the ground, clutching her legs against her body and rocking to and fro.
Then, without warning, Harriet's body language began to calm as she looked to the first man's body with his thumb lying just a foot away and then to the other man and to his severely punctured stomach.
She stared out to the emptiness as she recited:
"They would not, could not, would not, could not, would not join the dance.
They would not, could, not, would not, could not, could not join the dance."
Her face grew to an insane smile as she realized what had happened to her, she had been reborn. Her now pale green eyes darted around to find something to symbolize her new life.
Her eyes finally fell on the perfect thing, lying in the trashcan was a perfectly white pair of playboy bunny ears. She reached over and grabbed the ears, placing them over her slightly bloodstained hair as she laughed.
For she was no longer a fragile, disturbed Harriet March. She was now.
The March Hare.