White Rabbit

A murder story!

But not exactly a mystery.

A fun…party story ish thing.

I own almost nothing.

But I own the evil thing and Isobel.

And a summary for other people!

Summary is a follows:

Murder is something that doesn't happen much in Hyrule, so when it does, everyone is wary. But when a man in a white rabbit mask is running around chopping girls' heads off, Link is drafted to track him down. But it isn't long before the killer sets his sights on our hero…then who is hunting who?

Don't get too attached to anyone…

insert evil laugh here

Obviously not for small children.

Shall we begin?

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White Rabbit

"Fill My Heart With Terror…"

All of my hate cannot be found
I will not be drowned by your thoughtless scheming
So you can try to tear me down
Beat me to the ground
I will see you screaming

Link was not one to go to formal parties where royalty gather. Actually, he tended to avoid royalty whenever possible. That included Zelda. But when she showed up at his front door one fine spring morning and personally invited him to one of her grand parties, Link tried to get out of it by saying that he had nothing to wear. Zelda then produced a custom made tuxedo just for the famed hero. Reluctantly, and out of escape options, he accepted the invitation.

And now he was here, leaning against a white marble banister on a balcony. He watched women in gowns dance and drink with their men in expensive clothes. But then there was someone who caught his eye.

She didn't seem to be much older than 17 or 18, but she looked weird. She wore a dress the color of a robin's egg. She had white hair which was pulled back with a single purple ribbon. Her eyes were light gray, almost white like her hair. She was pale, and had strange symbols on her face. It looked almost like face paint, but Link was pretty sure that they were tattoos. She noticed Link and slowly walked over, as to not draw attention to herself.

"Are you out of place as well?" She asked. Her voice seemed like the deadly silence before a storm.

"Just a bit. My name's Link, by the way." He said, extending his hand.

"Isobel." They shook hands. Link noticed that her hands were not the soft, delicate hands of a lady. They were rough, calloused, like a warrior.

"Did Zelda show up on your doorstep as well?"

"Sort of. She persuaded my father to come and I got dragged along."

"Who's your father?"

"That fat drunk over there."

Isobel pointed to a man who was obviously in his late 60s, hopelessly wasted, and with his arms around three or four girls. Link looked over the back of the balcony. It was probably only ten feet or so to the ground.

"Want to go for a walk?" Link asked, meaning 'please tell me you want to get the hell out of here.'

Isobel was about to respond when the two of them herd noises. They looked over the balcony and then over to the right, where the sound was heard. They saw a man in a white rabbit's mask…

…ax in one hand, woman's head in the other.

With cat-like reflexes, Isobel gathered her dress and was the first one over the balcony. Link was about to follow her when she halted him.

"He's gone, whoever he was. As for this poor girl…"

Isobel looked back at the decapitated corpse in a party gown.

"…get her a proper burial."

Everyone heard about what happened. Zelda ushered the guests to their waiting carriages, but Isobel was nowhere to be found. When she reappeared, her outfit had changed drastically.

Anything not her head or fingers were covered by a skintight, black union suit. She wore a piece of hard leather armor across her chest, her breasts still visible through the custom-mold of the leather. It seemed like a tube top with straps almost. She had white sleeves, like a white tunic. There were three gold bands of metal circumventing her from beneath her breasts to her waist.

The bands were held together by three small skulls. There seemed to be a hard leather shaped plate, one over her front and one over her back. There was the same white cloth around her waist/hip area. There were segments of hard leather from her knees to her feet, with spikes for her kicks. Her feet were covered by the black, and there was a band of leather with a spike on her heel.

Link was a bit shocked. Isobel explained everything.

"I should have explained this sooner. I've been chasing that White Rabbit for several years. He's killed in seven kingdoms, and each time I try to get him, he escapes once more." She said.

"So…do you require aid?"

"I might. I'll definitely need someone to help me know the kingdom."

"What sort of weapon do you use?" He asked.

Isobel whistled, a high, shrill sound to all ears. Slowly, a great white tiger, Kokoru, came out from hiding. Link seemed puzzled. Isobel hugged the great cat and then rummaged through the pack on its back. From it she pulled a kusari-gama, or a sickle on a weighted chain. This was hers and hers alone.

Link smiled uneasily.

"So how about it hero-boy?" She asked.

"How--?"

"You looked out of place at the party, and Zelda went on and on about 'Link, the Hero of Time'. When you introduced yourself, you gave yourself away." Isobel said, turning and walking away, Kokoru at her side.

Link turned to leave as well, Epona waiting patiently. Isobel turned once, shouting back to the hero-boy.

"Go home, sleep, record any dreams you have, and look for me at sunset." She shouted.

"You're nocturnal?"

"Yes."

So Link went home, changed out of the tuxedo and into his pajamas. He wearily crawled into bed, falling asleep once his head hit the pillow.

Why don't you speak up, Alice?

You always sit there quietly, even though you disapprove.

I guess you won't need your mouth then.

If she doesn't need your mouth, then you don't need your head.

Then, in the style of the Queen of Hearts…

…Off with her head…

Link's eyes shot open. He sat up almost instantaneously, eyes wide and beads of sweat forming on his forehead. He shook his head, trying to rid himself of the dream.

In the style of the Queen of Hearts…

Link sought out a piece of paper and a pen. He scribbled down what he could remember and stared at the paper for a while. Eventually, he went back to bed, trying to shut the images from his mind.

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Based somewhat on the first chapter or so of Godchild

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