ALiCE in WoNDeRLaND
-7-
I gasped, but luckily the sound of Zale's chair hitting the floor drowned out the sound of
my squeaky voice.
"Dammit, what the Hell is wrong with you, Nam?" he screamed. "'Kill her?'"
"She knows too much, Zale!" Namdhari yelled back.
"'Knows too much?'" Zale asked. "The girl has amnesia and you say she 'knows too
much?'"
Namdhari looked at the blue-haired one for help, but to no avail. "You know what I mean."
Zale shook his head. "No, I don't. And frankly, 'Surrender,' I don't give a damn." He turned
to leave, but Miyka'el wasn't about to let the argument end like that.
"She can't live, Zale. I don't care how big of a crush you have on her; the secrecy of our
organization is at stake!"
Miyka'el's monologue came to an end when Zale dove at him. The others were on their feet,
desperately trying to pull them off of each other when I reentered the room.
The blue-haired one was the first to notice, releasing the grip he had held around Zale's
waist as he sank to the floor in shock. Confused by his reaction, the others all stopped
and looked to where I was standing.
I had come through the bar, ripping out half of the covering in the process. My dark
brown hair was all over the place, tears were streaking down my cheek, and I held a large
knife in my left hand.
"What the Hell?" the black-haired one wondered aloud. I'm sure the others were all
thinking the exact same thing, although some of them may have chosen slightly different
curses to end their thoughts with.
I had had enough. "I woke up this morning with a really bad headache, accompanied by
an annoying white rabbit who did all he could to make it worse. I've been stalked,
dropped, transported, and screamed at, and dammit, I've had enough!" I stared at the
confounded men before me. "I want you all to sit down, shut up, and tell me what the
Hell is going on."
They obeyed, positioning themselves back into the same seats they had possessed just
moments before. They did so silently, although the glare Miyka'el gave me was loud enough
to wake the dead.
Once they had all gotten as comfortable as they were going to get with a knife-welding
maniac in their midst, I began to speak. "One, who the Hell are you? Two, who the Hell
am I? Three, where the Hell are we? And four..." I let my gaze rest on Zale. "Why are
you guys trying to kill me?"
They hesitated.
"And five..."
We all looked at the blue-haired male.
"What the Hell did you smoke last night?"
***
-7-
I gasped, but luckily the sound of Zale's chair hitting the floor drowned out the sound of
my squeaky voice.
"Dammit, what the Hell is wrong with you, Nam?" he screamed. "'Kill her?'"
"She knows too much, Zale!" Namdhari yelled back.
"'Knows too much?'" Zale asked. "The girl has amnesia and you say she 'knows too
much?'"
Namdhari looked at the blue-haired one for help, but to no avail. "You know what I mean."
Zale shook his head. "No, I don't. And frankly, 'Surrender,' I don't give a damn." He turned
to leave, but Miyka'el wasn't about to let the argument end like that.
"She can't live, Zale. I don't care how big of a crush you have on her; the secrecy of our
organization is at stake!"
Miyka'el's monologue came to an end when Zale dove at him. The others were on their feet,
desperately trying to pull them off of each other when I reentered the room.
The blue-haired one was the first to notice, releasing the grip he had held around Zale's
waist as he sank to the floor in shock. Confused by his reaction, the others all stopped
and looked to where I was standing.
I had come through the bar, ripping out half of the covering in the process. My dark
brown hair was all over the place, tears were streaking down my cheek, and I held a large
knife in my left hand.
"What the Hell?" the black-haired one wondered aloud. I'm sure the others were all
thinking the exact same thing, although some of them may have chosen slightly different
curses to end their thoughts with.
I had had enough. "I woke up this morning with a really bad headache, accompanied by
an annoying white rabbit who did all he could to make it worse. I've been stalked,
dropped, transported, and screamed at, and dammit, I've had enough!" I stared at the
confounded men before me. "I want you all to sit down, shut up, and tell me what the
Hell is going on."
They obeyed, positioning themselves back into the same seats they had possessed just
moments before. They did so silently, although the glare Miyka'el gave me was loud enough
to wake the dead.
Once they had all gotten as comfortable as they were going to get with a knife-welding
maniac in their midst, I began to speak. "One, who the Hell are you? Two, who the Hell
am I? Three, where the Hell are we? And four..." I let my gaze rest on Zale. "Why are
you guys trying to kill me?"
They hesitated.
"And five..."
We all looked at the blue-haired male.
"What the Hell did you smoke last night?"
***