Thanks for da reviews... 0_^ oh, yeah, I don't own Alice in Wonderland. That's written by Lewis Caroll, his real name was Charles Lutwidge Dodgson and he was a professor of math...I think he was on drugs. And I still love his "Alice" books: "Though the Looking Glass and What Alice Found There" and "Alice in Wonderland" which was originaly entitled: "Alice's Adventures Underground"
I'll shut up now and let you enjoy the story (Or hate it, whichever you prefer) Please forgive spelling errors. It's like 3:00
His left arm would not work properly for some reason. The inventor puzzled this, and went to the repairs while reading out loud "The Adventures of Alice in Wonderland". Edward felt pain when the inventor worked on him, but he never complained. The inventor knew, though, which was part of the reason he read to him while fixing. To distract him.
Edward had an excellent memory. Photographic, it would seem. Each night, he would plead to the inventor, never with words, to read to him. No matter how tired his father was, he would always ask Edward to describe the last nights happenings in the book to him. It didn't matter whether or not he was right or wrong, the inventor would always say "Very good, Edward." This would always cause Edward to feel joy, and then they would continue with the story. He would get very exited about the characters in the book, indeed. "What's going to happen to Alice!?" He cried, which was quite strange, considering he didn't talk much.
"What's going to happen to Alice!?" Edward spoke out loud, awakening from another of his memory-dreams. He realized he had fallen asleep on the stairs, just under one of the looming statues. He streeeeeeeeeeeetched, enjoying the early morning chill.
A crash. Suddenly, the memories of yesterday were carried back to him. That girl! Was she all right? Edward was eager to see. He walked to the side room.
The girl was up, edging along the wall.
"Where the hell am I!?" She screamed miserably, seeing Edward.
"Who are you?" He asked, quietly, patently.
"Alice... You're the one that said my name, aren't you?" He nodded. Alice had shoulder length black hair, and, as I said before, she was probably a college student. She gasped and covered her mouth with her hands. "You are the angel... the one that saved me!" She had been drifting in and out of dreamland when he found her. She most likely saw his face and dreamed him as an angel, Edward thought. But why wasn't she scared? His raised his hands in spite, to force her to see them. She gasped again. "You...you are the shadow man with knives for fingers!" There we go; thought Edward, not noticing she seemed more interested than frightened.
"Where did the crash come from?" He wanted to know. She pointed at a vase, shattered on the ground.
"I'm sorry, I tried to get up and..." she trailed off, and only then did Edward notice the blood. She had torn off a piece of her shirt and tied it to her arm.
"What happened?" he asked, genuinely curios. She sighed.
"I had a tangle with Bud's gang. Apparently, a friend of mine stole some drugs from them, and left town. They wanted to kill me, as a warning, you know? They chased me up here and..." She bit her lip, " shot me. I imagine they think me dead. I heard them talking, though. They are going to leave soon, I hope, once the police start sniffing around." Edward tilted his head.
"I would have taken you upstairs, to one of the beds. I can't open the doors because of these." he raised his hands, embarrassed.
I'll shut up now and let you enjoy the story (Or hate it, whichever you prefer) Please forgive spelling errors. It's like 3:00
His left arm would not work properly for some reason. The inventor puzzled this, and went to the repairs while reading out loud "The Adventures of Alice in Wonderland". Edward felt pain when the inventor worked on him, but he never complained. The inventor knew, though, which was part of the reason he read to him while fixing. To distract him.
Edward had an excellent memory. Photographic, it would seem. Each night, he would plead to the inventor, never with words, to read to him. No matter how tired his father was, he would always ask Edward to describe the last nights happenings in the book to him. It didn't matter whether or not he was right or wrong, the inventor would always say "Very good, Edward." This would always cause Edward to feel joy, and then they would continue with the story. He would get very exited about the characters in the book, indeed. "What's going to happen to Alice!?" He cried, which was quite strange, considering he didn't talk much.
"What's going to happen to Alice!?" Edward spoke out loud, awakening from another of his memory-dreams. He realized he had fallen asleep on the stairs, just under one of the looming statues. He streeeeeeeeeeeetched, enjoying the early morning chill.
A crash. Suddenly, the memories of yesterday were carried back to him. That girl! Was she all right? Edward was eager to see. He walked to the side room.
The girl was up, edging along the wall.
"Where the hell am I!?" She screamed miserably, seeing Edward.
"Who are you?" He asked, quietly, patently.
"Alice... You're the one that said my name, aren't you?" He nodded. Alice had shoulder length black hair, and, as I said before, she was probably a college student. She gasped and covered her mouth with her hands. "You are the angel... the one that saved me!" She had been drifting in and out of dreamland when he found her. She most likely saw his face and dreamed him as an angel, Edward thought. But why wasn't she scared? His raised his hands in spite, to force her to see them. She gasped again. "You...you are the shadow man with knives for fingers!" There we go; thought Edward, not noticing she seemed more interested than frightened.
"Where did the crash come from?" He wanted to know. She pointed at a vase, shattered on the ground.
"I'm sorry, I tried to get up and..." she trailed off, and only then did Edward notice the blood. She had torn off a piece of her shirt and tied it to her arm.
"What happened?" he asked, genuinely curios. She sighed.
"I had a tangle with Bud's gang. Apparently, a friend of mine stole some drugs from them, and left town. They wanted to kill me, as a warning, you know? They chased me up here and..." She bit her lip, " shot me. I imagine they think me dead. I heard them talking, though. They are going to leave soon, I hope, once the police start sniffing around." Edward tilted his head.
"I would have taken you upstairs, to one of the beds. I can't open the doors because of these." he raised his hands, embarrassed.