A/N: Next chapter...no excuse for lateness cariad.
Chapter 7 – variating degrees of madness
Hickory-dickory dock,
Two mice ran up the clock
The clock struck one,
And the other one got away with minor injuries,
Hickory-dickory dock
I have got, Thought Mouse as she awoke, to stop getting knocked out.
She opened her eyes, finding herself on the floor of a hard, cold stone cell, and sat up …or at least tried to. It didn't hurt, exactly, it was more like her muscles had no memory of how to get into a sitting position, and after a few tries she managed to roll onto her stomach instead, and then stand up. She walked over to the bars, finding that the lock was too high up, even to jump. So she started pacing the cell, and it was only after the third or fourth lap, that she realised she had been walking on all fours.
She looked down.
Instead of her hands and arms, there was a pair of small, pink paws and some dark-brown furred front legs.
She strained her head over her shoulder, accidentally poking herself in the eye with a set of whiskers that seemed to have grown on her nose.
Instead of an ordinary human butt, she could see a brown furred back, and more interestingly, a long bald tail.
Mouse had been turned…into a mouse.
Fury said to the mouse…something about a house. She giggled, only vaguely surprised that she still had her own voice. She couldn't remember the rest, but it didn't matter.
What's my name? A mouse…of a mouse…to a mouse…O mouse…not my name. What I'm called, not my name. Her face crumpled slightly, then brightened again.
"Maybe it is Mouse." She said, most likely knowing full well that talking to one's self is generally the first sign of madness. "It's what I'm called, and what you're called is generally your name isn't it?
The name of the song is called "Haddock's Eyes"
The name is really "The Aged Aged Man"
The song is called, "Ways and Means"
The song is "A-sitting On A Gate"
Mouse frowned again, unhappy that the white knight's voice had pointed this out to her. "Then it's not Mouse. Mouse is just what my name is called, not what I am. I think, you know, that I'm quite mad." She told thin air, and giggled again.
We're all mad here.
CC…oh.
Clarity came rushing back to her. "Names don't matter!" She half- yelled, finding that she COULD stand on two legs, after all "I know I call myself mouse, and that's all that matters. Anyway, I know my name is Amy, but it's a stupid name. I call myself Mouse, but I'm not a mouse, I'm human girl!"
On the word girl, she changed back into one, discovering that the lock was only a latch, and that she could lift it quite easily.
She crept out, keeping to the shadows, and hoping no card guards saw her. Unfortunately but naturally, as these things tend to go, as she edged round a corner in, the long, winding passage way, she walk slap bang into a garrison of them.
There was a beat of stillness
(the panther)
Then all hell broke loose.
The first card that came at her, a rather stupid ten of clubs, received
(received knife and fork with a growl)
a tearing bite on his throat that nearly decapitated him. Ignoring the cuts and slashes she was getting from spears and the occasional curved sword, she tore into the crowd, kicking and punching and stabbing with a swiftly grabbed spear, fighting like a berserker (which is precisely what she was, of course) until the ones who went down learnt to stay down, and the others learnt to run away.
(and concluded the banquet by eating the owl)
Mouse smiled as she walked away from the garrison, her arms stained up to the elbows in ink. She knew it was ink, because it was a rather pretty shade of blue, and she could still taste it in her mouth, the sickly-sweetness that would've made Amy retch, but made mouse lick her lips.
Tooth and claw, She thought, as she strolled towards the throne room, is always the most fun way to kill things.
She really was feeling a lot better now.
A/N: You know the drill
Don't make me ill!