Chapter 2
Alice woke up to an intense throbbing in her head and a numb leg. Her bruised and bloody eyelids fluttered open only to be met with darkness broken up now and them by green and pink streaks in the sky. ''Well finally I thought you'd never get up '', a deep voice purred playfully in her direction.
Alice tilted her head towards the person who'd spoken and saw something she hadn't in years. Her once beloved Cheshire. The dark red lips turned up into a crooked grin that had made her instantly question his sanity when she first met him. Alice sat up a leaned painfully against a purple stone wall behind her to get a better look at her old friend. As Alice looked insanity in the face for the first time in years she once again saw the beauty and coldness she had to long forgotten.
Cheshire seemed different now or maybe now it was her who had changed. Long black hair flowed gently past his shoulders as he paced over to her slowly, methodically the orange light of what she thought looked like a streetlamp glimmering on the silver finger armor her wore on his left fore finger that curled into a sharpened tip. Black pants and a hoodie covered his slender frame and his skin looked as if it had not seen the sun in years.
''Alice'', he whispered and stopped walking for a moment to sniff the air. When he recognized the scent the confused look on his face passed he smiled and grinned darkly at her letting his sadism creep out. ''Your bleeding,'' he whispered and slunk his skinny body over to where she sat. ''So then your hurt tough shit we have to go see the Mad Hatter,'' he said a yanked her to her feet. After stumbling about for a minute she stood strait. ''Why are we going to see Mad,'' she asked still slightly dizzy. ''Well actually I'm not quite sure if he's talking to me yet or if he's still from when I told him the story,'' Cheshire said thoughtfully. ''Cheshire what story did you tell poor Mad,'' Alice whispered warily knowing that if Cheshire had managed to get the easy going Mad Hatter angry that the nasty little cat had plotted on it for a while.
''Poor Mad he's the one who tried to kill me and after I tried to enlighten him on a piece of history,'' Cheshire replied putting his hands on his hips as if he were shocked but not managing to keep his evil little grin under wraps.'' What piece of history,'' Alice asked fearing the worst. Cheshire grinned wider. ''Why the Boston tea Party of course,'' he said giggling. Alice put her face in her hand and shook her head.
'' He threw such a fit to I mean he'd been all for hearing the story at the beginning but the moment I told him how they'd thrown the crates into the ocean or set them a flame he leapt up from his chair , screamed in his shrill whiney little voice Blasphemy a chased me around the table and out of his neck of Wonderland with a very menacing looking teapot,'' Cheshire finished smirking at the memory.'' And was if it truly worth it probably having lost your best friend,'' she asked pouting as she followed him into a dark tunnel which would soon lead to Mad. '' So worth it ,'' he said with a malicious joy in his voice and they wandered off to find their tea obsessed friend.