ALiCE in WoNDeRLaND
-13-
"ALiCE!"
I could hear Zale, but I had already lost sight of him. All I saw when I looked behind me
were those damn birds.
And in front of me, I saw...
The glass room from my dream.
Or flashback, or whatever the Hell it was.
"Oh, my God," I swore.
A pair of arms around my waist knocked me to the floor, catching me totally off guard.
I rolled over and glared at Zale. "What the Hell..."
He shoved me under a nearby table and shook his head in disbelief. "You picked a Hell
of a time to stop running," he muttered, pointing that gun at the ceiling.
I didn't want to, but I did. I looked up to see the birds had all gathered bat-like on the
ceiling, where they could all look down and watch me with their beady little red eyes.
"Oh, s..."
I trailed off as Zale opened fire, letting my curse fade into a scream.
Apparently Zale was not one for thinking things through. As the bullets hit the glass
ceiling, I could see the regret in his eyes. "Oh, shit," he finished for me.
I reached out, pulling him back with me, praying to God that the monster of a table we
were hiding under was enough to protect us from the shower of falling glass. For a
second, I thought I had gone deaf, the noise was so immense. Yet as soon as the noise
began, it abruptly ended.
I opened my eyes to find myself face to face with my savior. "Hi," he stammered, about
as embarrassed as I was.
We pulled away and carefully crawled out from the under the table as the other boys
entered the room.
Zione tsked. "Zale, what did I tell you about this last time?"
I stared at them. "'Last time?' You mean there was a 'last time?'"
Zale scratched the back of his head, a little more embarrassed now.
Zione continued. "Whatever are we going to do with you?"
Miyka'el had a strange smile on his face.
I had never been more confused in my entire life. "Okay, let's try this again." I told them.
"What the..."
"Sorry, babe," Miyka'el interrupted, turning and heading for the door. "We don't have time to
explain it to you all over again."
"All over again?" I asked as he walked on without listening. "You barely explained it to
me the first time around."
"Well, we do have a little assignment to attend to," Zione spoke up as the rest of them
followed Miyka'el.
"Assignment? What about me?" I demanded.
They paused, looking at each other, then back at me.
"Oh, yeah," Namdhari remembered. "The amnesia."
"Are you stupid or something?" I asked, disbelieving that any human being could be so slow.
"Save the insults, ALiCE," Miyka'el sneered as they headed out the door.
"You're coming with us," Zale added, grabbing my arm and practically dragging me with
him after his team.
Oh, that's right, I thought bitterly. Our team.
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-13-
"ALiCE!"
I could hear Zale, but I had already lost sight of him. All I saw when I looked behind me
were those damn birds.
And in front of me, I saw...
The glass room from my dream.
Or flashback, or whatever the Hell it was.
"Oh, my God," I swore.
A pair of arms around my waist knocked me to the floor, catching me totally off guard.
I rolled over and glared at Zale. "What the Hell..."
He shoved me under a nearby table and shook his head in disbelief. "You picked a Hell
of a time to stop running," he muttered, pointing that gun at the ceiling.
I didn't want to, but I did. I looked up to see the birds had all gathered bat-like on the
ceiling, where they could all look down and watch me with their beady little red eyes.
"Oh, s..."
I trailed off as Zale opened fire, letting my curse fade into a scream.
Apparently Zale was not one for thinking things through. As the bullets hit the glass
ceiling, I could see the regret in his eyes. "Oh, shit," he finished for me.
I reached out, pulling him back with me, praying to God that the monster of a table we
were hiding under was enough to protect us from the shower of falling glass. For a
second, I thought I had gone deaf, the noise was so immense. Yet as soon as the noise
began, it abruptly ended.
I opened my eyes to find myself face to face with my savior. "Hi," he stammered, about
as embarrassed as I was.
We pulled away and carefully crawled out from the under the table as the other boys
entered the room.
Zione tsked. "Zale, what did I tell you about this last time?"
I stared at them. "'Last time?' You mean there was a 'last time?'"
Zale scratched the back of his head, a little more embarrassed now.
Zione continued. "Whatever are we going to do with you?"
Miyka'el had a strange smile on his face.
I had never been more confused in my entire life. "Okay, let's try this again." I told them.
"What the..."
"Sorry, babe," Miyka'el interrupted, turning and heading for the door. "We don't have time to
explain it to you all over again."
"All over again?" I asked as he walked on without listening. "You barely explained it to
me the first time around."
"Well, we do have a little assignment to attend to," Zione spoke up as the rest of them
followed Miyka'el.
"Assignment? What about me?" I demanded.
They paused, looking at each other, then back at me.
"Oh, yeah," Namdhari remembered. "The amnesia."
"Are you stupid or something?" I asked, disbelieving that any human being could be so slow.
"Save the insults, ALiCE," Miyka'el sneered as they headed out the door.
"You're coming with us," Zale added, grabbing my arm and practically dragging me with
him after his team.
Oh, that's right, I thought bitterly. Our team.
***