A/N: Pants...hard work... I HATE hard work...I hope you appreciate this, people.
Chapter 8 – rock-a-bye baby
There is the candle to light me to bed,
Here is the chopper to chop off your head
And if I die before I wake
I pray my god my soul shall take
Mouse walked into the throne room head held high, an insane smirk on her face. It died when she thought there was no-one in there with her. She was mistaken.
The white rabbit scampered from the shadows, apparently none the worse for their last encounter. He made an odd squeaking noise at the back of his throat when he realized who she was, and tried to dash past her.
Unfortunately for him, the rabbit wasn't fast enough.
Mouse shot out a hand, almost too quick to see, and grabbed the rodent around the neck, the smirk returning.
"No guards to save you now, bunny-boy" She laughed, and snapped the white rabbit's
(a rabbit in a waistcoat and a WATCH!)
neck, causing his struggles to stop instantly.
She held the still-warm corpse up by the back of its waistcoat, shaking it at whoever might be watching. "I killed your messenger!" She shouted at the shadows, giving the dead rabbit another jiggle, making its head bob grotesquely. "And I'm gonna hunt you down and kill you slowly, unless you stop with all the sending minions only crap!"
"Once there was a kitty-cat
He was only mine, at that
You stole my kitty far from here
All the worse for you, my dear."
Mouse froze, dropping the rabbit.
That voice…it was somehow familiar. She suddenly felt sick to her stomach when the speaker stepped from the shadows.
"Alice…" She breathed.
"Yes, but the spelling's all all wrong." As Mouse watched, half-incredulous, the
(insanity faire)
crazed famous girl, still appearing to be not more than seven or eight years old,
(seven and a half precisely)
plucked the letters A-L-I-C-E from thin air, stamped on them with delicately black-booted feet, as they scurried around on the stone floor like spiders, and replaced them with the letters A-L-Y-S-S.
"You see, now that's my name. Alyss." She pronounced it slightly differently, like Al-leis, rather than Al-ess.
Alyss was about the same height as Mouse, maybe slightly shorter, making her around 4"8 to 5"1.Her clothing was similar to the design of the original, well known blue dress, but it was now bright, carnal red, with designs of hearts…and the other suits...in black.
Above that, her large, round mismatched eyes glittered with insanity, red and black, under her long hair, once blond but now gone the same way as her eyes. She laughed, a high, innocent sound that made the hairs on the back of Mouse's neck prickle. "What's the matter, Amy, cat got you're tongue? Or did he get more than that?"
Mouse replied through gritted teeth, trying really hard not think of
(pink elephants)
the implications of the question. "You've gone insane."
Alyss laughed again. "Oh of course, of course, of course! I've gone insane. Anyone at all who cares to stay here does."
"Nu-uh, you misunderstand me. I said insane. No-one here, save you, is actually insane. They're just mad. There's a difference." The older-looking girl shook her head, and ironic smile twisting one corner of her mouth.
The other turned her head to one side, lips pursed. "And the difference might be…?"
"Being mad may be bad, but the insane are a pain." Mouse laughed and grinned, winking at Alyss, who screamed, high pitched with rage, and leapt at her.
The teenager dodged to one side, half-expecting the attack. She swung her head around, scanning the room for a weapon. She spotted and shard of stone or some kind of metal, it was hard to tell in this light, half-hidden in the corner of the throne room. She dove towards it… but too slow.
Before she could reach it, she felt Alyss' iron grip on her ankle, dragging her down. The queen managed to rip a bleeding hole in Mouse's leg, before, instead of struggling, she turned and stomped on the Queen's wrist with her other foot. Alyss screeched again wordlessly, this time in pain as well as rage, and loosed her hold of Mouse's foot, giving the human enough time to wriggle free and dash painfully for the piece of rubble.
She swept the long shard of stone (as she now saw it was) up just in time enough to swing it like a cricket bat
(amy's unconscious, hit herself with the bat)
into Alyss's face as she tried to attack her from behind, throwing her against an unlit torch, which immediately ignited. Had there being an onlooker at the scene, they would have seen Mouse's eyes seem to glow orange from the fire.
She was really ANGRY now.
A/N: Drink Appletizer with Friends!
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