ALiCE in WoNDeRLaND
-8-
It wasn't at all funny, but I just had to laugh at the absurdity of it all. I think the laughter
eased their tensions a bit, but not by so much. After all, I still had a very sharp knife in
my hands.
Miyka'el snickered once more. "Do you really think that puny knife is enough to stop us?"
I stared at the monstrosity in my hand, then at the monstrosity that had just spoke.
Miyka'el grinned a sadistically evil grin, then rose to his feet.
I pointed the knife in his general direction, but he just laughed. "One," he began. "Who
are we? We are the Villikins, WoNDeRLaND's most elite and deadly task force. All of
us have been trained in about fifty-six different deadly arts, so welding the knife is kinda
pointless."
I stared at the blade in my hand once more.
"If we wanted you dead, you would've been gone before you left the kitchen."
The blue-haired one cleared his throat. "Ahem."
Miyka'el shot another deadly look his way. "Yes, Zione?"
Zione also stood up. "Actually, you would've been dead before you started talking. See,
you have this weird gift where you can sneak up on us without any of us noticing until
you say something, you know? So, as soon as we saw you, then we could have killed
you." He made a half-smile, then returned to his seat.
"Thank you, Zione," Mike sighed. "As I was saying," he continued, "we're dangerous.
Very dangerous. In fact, we're so dangerous that we've been hired by an anonymous
source to take on and destroy the Queen."
"Who's the source?" I asked.
"Excuse me?"
"You said there was an anonymous source," I reminded him. "Who's the source?"
"They're anonymous," Namdhari whispered. "Duh."
I made a face at him.
Miyka'el rolled his eyes. "But of course, the Queen being the dirty little woman she is has
kind of broken the rules. You see, there exists two worlds. The one we call
'WoNDeRLaND,' and the one you call..." He turned to the others. "What's it called?"
"'Earth,'" the black-haired one volunteered.
"Thanks, Aurick. Yes, 'Earth.' You were born on 'Earth.' You, as most 'Earth' beings
did and still do, only visited 'WoNDeRLaND' in your dreams. We, here in
'WoNDeRLaND,' only got to see your world during our dreams."
I stopped to think about this.
"That's why you weren't dreaming," Namdhari explained. "You were seeing things that
existed here."
Miyka'el ignored us. "They were created to exist as two separate worlds, but things are
beginning to change. The people in your world have created a monster, they call it
Project DINAH, and it is the only link they have between their consciousness and our
own. With this machine, they can observe as another person explores WoNDeRLaND in
their dreams."
"So what's the problem?" I interrupted.
"The problem?" Miyka'el asked, irked by my interruption. "The problem, my dear, is you."
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-8-
It wasn't at all funny, but I just had to laugh at the absurdity of it all. I think the laughter
eased their tensions a bit, but not by so much. After all, I still had a very sharp knife in
my hands.
Miyka'el snickered once more. "Do you really think that puny knife is enough to stop us?"
I stared at the monstrosity in my hand, then at the monstrosity that had just spoke.
Miyka'el grinned a sadistically evil grin, then rose to his feet.
I pointed the knife in his general direction, but he just laughed. "One," he began. "Who
are we? We are the Villikins, WoNDeRLaND's most elite and deadly task force. All of
us have been trained in about fifty-six different deadly arts, so welding the knife is kinda
pointless."
I stared at the blade in my hand once more.
"If we wanted you dead, you would've been gone before you left the kitchen."
The blue-haired one cleared his throat. "Ahem."
Miyka'el shot another deadly look his way. "Yes, Zione?"
Zione also stood up. "Actually, you would've been dead before you started talking. See,
you have this weird gift where you can sneak up on us without any of us noticing until
you say something, you know? So, as soon as we saw you, then we could have killed
you." He made a half-smile, then returned to his seat.
"Thank you, Zione," Mike sighed. "As I was saying," he continued, "we're dangerous.
Very dangerous. In fact, we're so dangerous that we've been hired by an anonymous
source to take on and destroy the Queen."
"Who's the source?" I asked.
"Excuse me?"
"You said there was an anonymous source," I reminded him. "Who's the source?"
"They're anonymous," Namdhari whispered. "Duh."
I made a face at him.
Miyka'el rolled his eyes. "But of course, the Queen being the dirty little woman she is has
kind of broken the rules. You see, there exists two worlds. The one we call
'WoNDeRLaND,' and the one you call..." He turned to the others. "What's it called?"
"'Earth,'" the black-haired one volunteered.
"Thanks, Aurick. Yes, 'Earth.' You were born on 'Earth.' You, as most 'Earth' beings
did and still do, only visited 'WoNDeRLaND' in your dreams. We, here in
'WoNDeRLaND,' only got to see your world during our dreams."
I stopped to think about this.
"That's why you weren't dreaming," Namdhari explained. "You were seeing things that
existed here."
Miyka'el ignored us. "They were created to exist as two separate worlds, but things are
beginning to change. The people in your world have created a monster, they call it
Project DINAH, and it is the only link they have between their consciousness and our
own. With this machine, they can observe as another person explores WoNDeRLaND in
their dreams."
"So what's the problem?" I interrupted.
"The problem?" Miyka'el asked, irked by my interruption. "The problem, my dear, is you."
***