AN: Um... Hi, again. I am so sorry that I haven't updated in forever and a million years! I had a terrible case of writer's block, and just lost the vibe for this story. Everything I wrote was just awful. But never fear, here is Chapter 8. Thanks for those who threatened my every fiber into continuing this story. Now, hopefully you guys won't find out where I live and actually go through with your threats.
Chapter 8
Nny stared at Alice with confusion written across her face. He didn't know what to do. Comfort was not something that he could offer willingly; hell, he didn't even know how to comfort somebody. Most of the time, people that were crying when he was around, were the assholes begging him not to kill their pathetic existence. So, he did what any other serial killer would do.
"Would you like me to hack this thing into a million pieces?" he asked, eyebrow raised.
Alice stared at him, her green eyes still tearful and glinting with anger. She looked at the tattered rabbit and at Nny, before she grinned crazily.
"No, leave the rabbit there. I no longer need it."
Confused Nny glanced at the rabbit and back at Alice, whose stony face did not reveal what she was now thinking. Nny stared at the rabbit and swore that he saw it move. He motioned towards it with his knife and cautiously poked at it. When the rabbit did not move again, he shrugged his shoulders, and turned toward Alice, who was now pacing around the small dingy room.
"Well, what are you doing? Shouldn't we kill something or something like that? Or have you gotten soft? I mean.... you did let that liquid stuff come out of your eyes."
"Nny, shut up. I'm thinking."
Grumbling Nny turned to stare at the rabbit. He was beginning to think that the rabbit would look very good on his wall, along with the other carcasses that were unceremoniously nailed there. Then he remembered that his house was no longer within exsistence, and scowled. When he turned to stare at the rabbit, he discovered that it was no longer there. He looked around the room, in a vain attempt to find it, but couldn't. It was gone.
"Um, it's gone," Nny said petulantly, "I didn't even have a chance to examine it with my knife."
"What's gone?" Alice asked sharply, her vibrant green eyes focusing on Nny.
"The rabbit."
"How does an inanimate object just disappear?"
"I don't know. What do I look like, a philosopher?"
"Perhaps, the object was not inanimate," the Cat said, his wild grin back on his face.
"Nny, we must go back to where it all started," Alice muttered realization settling on her face.
"If you think that I'm going back through those marshes, you're wrong. Weeelll, unless I get to kill you, then I would be more than happy to go back through those marshes."
"Nny... You're going to have to," here Alice paused and her face contorted into a fresh look of pain, "trust me."
"Trust, you? You tried to kill me! Several times!"
"As you did to me."
Devi's voice rang in his head, her words and advice about the sickness rattling around in his brain, almost overwhelmingly so. He threw his hands to his head, and moaned. Flashes of the horrific killings he had masterfully done were thrown before his eyes like a twisted collage.
"Fine," he muttered, grudgingly, his head aching.
"Wonderland is trying to kill you too," the Cat chirped happily.
Ignoring the Cat, Alice grabbed Nny's hand (who, not used to touch by another human being, snatched it away and glared menacingly at Alice, who in return rolled her eyes) and proceeded to drag him down the moving walls. They arrived at a door, and instead of finding themselves in a charred castle hallway, they found themselves at the door to a child's room.
"What is this?" Nny asked disdainfully, his nose wrinkled at the obscene amount of pastel colors that invaded the room. He walked into the room, and sat down on the plush bed, and grabbed at one of the numerous stuffed animals that lined the bed.
"My bedroom."
Startled Nny, looked at the girl in front of him. He started to tilt away from her and quietly stepped toward the door. Not sure whether or not the girl or the room scared him more, he was intent on leaving this hideous excuse for a room.
"You can't leave. It is already starting," she whispered, her eyes closed.
The door slammed shut, causing the glass window to rattle and splinter. A sharp wind blew through the room, sweeping stuffed animals to the ground and scattering books to the floor. A glass light that once sat on the desk tipped over and broke, shattering to the ground like a bursting star. Kerosene dripped to the floor, the smell overwhelming Nny's senses, but not affecting his already demented brain.
"What is starting?" he asked, fearing the answer that he was about to receive.
"The beginning of the sickness."
Chapter 8
Nny stared at Alice with confusion written across her face. He didn't know what to do. Comfort was not something that he could offer willingly; hell, he didn't even know how to comfort somebody. Most of the time, people that were crying when he was around, were the assholes begging him not to kill their pathetic existence. So, he did what any other serial killer would do.
"Would you like me to hack this thing into a million pieces?" he asked, eyebrow raised.
Alice stared at him, her green eyes still tearful and glinting with anger. She looked at the tattered rabbit and at Nny, before she grinned crazily.
"No, leave the rabbit there. I no longer need it."
Confused Nny glanced at the rabbit and back at Alice, whose stony face did not reveal what she was now thinking. Nny stared at the rabbit and swore that he saw it move. He motioned towards it with his knife and cautiously poked at it. When the rabbit did not move again, he shrugged his shoulders, and turned toward Alice, who was now pacing around the small dingy room.
"Well, what are you doing? Shouldn't we kill something or something like that? Or have you gotten soft? I mean.... you did let that liquid stuff come out of your eyes."
"Nny, shut up. I'm thinking."
Grumbling Nny turned to stare at the rabbit. He was beginning to think that the rabbit would look very good on his wall, along with the other carcasses that were unceremoniously nailed there. Then he remembered that his house was no longer within exsistence, and scowled. When he turned to stare at the rabbit, he discovered that it was no longer there. He looked around the room, in a vain attempt to find it, but couldn't. It was gone.
"Um, it's gone," Nny said petulantly, "I didn't even have a chance to examine it with my knife."
"What's gone?" Alice asked sharply, her vibrant green eyes focusing on Nny.
"The rabbit."
"How does an inanimate object just disappear?"
"I don't know. What do I look like, a philosopher?"
"Perhaps, the object was not inanimate," the Cat said, his wild grin back on his face.
"Nny, we must go back to where it all started," Alice muttered realization settling on her face.
"If you think that I'm going back through those marshes, you're wrong. Weeelll, unless I get to kill you, then I would be more than happy to go back through those marshes."
"Nny... You're going to have to," here Alice paused and her face contorted into a fresh look of pain, "trust me."
"Trust, you? You tried to kill me! Several times!"
"As you did to me."
Devi's voice rang in his head, her words and advice about the sickness rattling around in his brain, almost overwhelmingly so. He threw his hands to his head, and moaned. Flashes of the horrific killings he had masterfully done were thrown before his eyes like a twisted collage.
"Fine," he muttered, grudgingly, his head aching.
"Wonderland is trying to kill you too," the Cat chirped happily.
Ignoring the Cat, Alice grabbed Nny's hand (who, not used to touch by another human being, snatched it away and glared menacingly at Alice, who in return rolled her eyes) and proceeded to drag him down the moving walls. They arrived at a door, and instead of finding themselves in a charred castle hallway, they found themselves at the door to a child's room.
"What is this?" Nny asked disdainfully, his nose wrinkled at the obscene amount of pastel colors that invaded the room. He walked into the room, and sat down on the plush bed, and grabbed at one of the numerous stuffed animals that lined the bed.
"My bedroom."
Startled Nny, looked at the girl in front of him. He started to tilt away from her and quietly stepped toward the door. Not sure whether or not the girl or the room scared him more, he was intent on leaving this hideous excuse for a room.
"You can't leave. It is already starting," she whispered, her eyes closed.
The door slammed shut, causing the glass window to rattle and splinter. A sharp wind blew through the room, sweeping stuffed animals to the ground and scattering books to the floor. A glass light that once sat on the desk tipped over and broke, shattering to the ground like a bursting star. Kerosene dripped to the floor, the smell overwhelming Nny's senses, but not affecting his already demented brain.
"What is starting?" he asked, fearing the answer that he was about to receive.
"The beginning of the sickness."