Disclaimer: I really wish I did own but I'm poor so not happening. I wish I did because I think this story would make an awesome Disney movie.

Hello all that missed me, I'm sorry that it took me so long to update. School and life really take it out of you. I'm working as best I can which is about a word a day. And as always many thanks to Fudge 1 and Mousewolf. I have to forewarn you that this has to be my most gore filled chapter, I was rereading some of my stuff and I saw that it wasn't really a T rating, so I kind of went over board here. Sorry about that. Also I had fun writing the reflection Hatter, he is just such a sick person that it is kind of fun to write his dialogue. I also feel really bad about killing the Griffin, it makes me sad. Also new characters are popping up left and right. Even some that are suppose to be dead, and the Cheshire Cat will be back soon.

"I only take tea with friends," Alice snapped, pointing her knife at the reflection Hatter.

A cruel smile spread across his face as move towards her, " Such a rude little doll," he said, raising a hand then slapping her across her face, " Don't worry I will teach better manners."

"SHE"S MINE!" The real Hatter snarled, causing the reflection to look up at him.

"Ohh, seems I hit a nerve." The reflection said, as he grabbed Alice, " and if you want her so bad, come and get her!"

Shadows started to form around Hatter, as he watched in horror as the reflection stroked Alice's hair and face, a malicious grin across his face. "ALICE!" Hatter screamed, as he felt is body being pulled down in to the depths of the clock tower. Alice started to struggle in the reflections grasp trying to reach her friend before it was to late, but he had already vanished.

"Now how about that tea?" he said again as he lead the girl through the large double doors that seemed to appear from no where. Alice remained silently as the walk in to a large room filled with clockwork gears, the only light shining through the glass face. In the center of the table was the table from the Hatter's garden, but something was wrong. The tablecloth was still stained with blood, but there was a new, sicken smell that hung in the air. The small of decay and death that seemed to fill every place Alice went.

As the approached she could see where the smell was coming from, the corpses of the March Hare and the Dormouse were propped up in two of the chairs, stale food on each of the plates. In the center of the table was a large knife embedded in to the wood. "I sorry I haven't cleaned up for a while, but…" he trailed off, as he gestured towards the table, " I haven't had any guests recently."

Alice recoiled in a mix of fear and disgust; at least the real Hatter had shown remorse for what he had done, but the reflection he was a true madman. Then at the other end of the table, Alice saw something truly horrifying; the reflection Alice's body with knife plunged in to her chest, her eyes and mouth-stitched shut, her dress in tatters and her abdomen opened.

"Beautiful isn't she?" he asked, "Just like you in life, but I improved her."

" I thought I destroyed her." Alice said, her voice trembling as she moved forward.

"That was must a glass copy, I killed the other one a long time ago." The reflection said shrugging as he guided her towards to empty seats at the table. She sat down on the dusty chair coughing as a large cloud of dust blew up in the air.

"What do you want from me?" Alice demanded, clutching her own blood stained knife.

"There is no need for that." He said, waving away the blade, "I'm just here for my queen, and to get the spoils."

"I would hate to ask," Alice said, never looking at the red eyes that stared at from beneath the top hat, "But what would that be?"

"You of course," Hatter said, grinning fiendishly, " beaten, defeated and completely submissive."

Suddenly he was behind her, running his fingers through her hair. "So soft, so prefect," he whispered, his fingers tracing her face "so when my reflection is gone, it'll be just you and me, my Alice, my doll."

"Get away from me!" Alice growled, shoving the reflection away from her, "Don't ever touch me!"

The reflection then started to giggle which soon erupted in to full-blown psychotic laughter, "Don't touch you?" he laughed, then slapped her, "You are mine, Alice! MINE!"

He looked down at her sneering, as tears started to form in her eyes, "I know what your thinking, he isn't the real Hatter, he would never treat me like this," he said, grabbing her arm and forcing her to stand up, "my counterpart would enjoy this just as much as I am, he is just like me, and you know it."

Using her free hand, Alive clutched her knife, then slashed the reflection across his face. In his surprise he released her giving her time to run through the double doors and down the flight of stairs. She could hear the clanging as the reflection's boots hit the metal as he closed in behind her.

'Alice don't leave!" he called after her, his voice full of malice, "Come back Alice! Come back and play!"

Alice didn't dare look back, as her heart hammered in her chest. All she could was the clanging of the madman's maniacal laughter as his steps on the stairs. Then she could hear the faint whirring of gears moving, and she looked down for just a moment. She could see the marionettes coming to life at their master's call. The mechanical monsters' heads snapped in her direction, their blank eyes watching her as she descended down the stairs. Then to her horror the started to move on their invisible strings as they crawled across the ground in their attempt to stand.

No where to run. voice whispered as Alice ran. The voicesrepeated over and over no where to run!

Then a pain filled howl split the chaotic mix of noises, and Alice turned around to see the Griffin slashing at the reflection with his wicked claws and beak. "Filthy beast!" the reflection roared, lashing out at Griff. The Griffin just hissed in anger, his lion tail wagging rapidly as pounced on the reflection knocking him to the flight of stairs just a few steps above Alice. She turned at ran up the stairs, ready to defend her friend but it was too late. The reflection Hatter had plunged what appeared to be a small scythe in to the creature's breast.

The Griffin gave one last gutturally moan, as it started to sway then fall to the floor.

"Well, that's done," he said, as he started to move forwards Alice, "I'm sorry about that."

She just glared defiantly at him, clutching what seemed to be jacks and a small rubber ball in her hands. Still he continued to move towards her, his cloths hanging in tatters off his thin frame.

"Alice put those away." he said, his voice calm and cool as he approached.

"No, don't." she muttered, her speech frantic and scrambled as she recoiled from her attacker, "don't come near me."

"Alice, don't do this to me," he said, grabbing her wrist, "you're not leaving me again!"

Using all her strength, she flung the jacks in to the reflection's exposed chest, the spikes suddenly lengthening in to deadly spikes. The reflection had finally stopped, then started to cough as a deluge of blood started to ooze from his mouth. Finally, his eyes went blank as the body slumped on the floor, the barbs of jacks sticking out of his flesh. She never looked back as she started to walk down the stairs again in hopes of finding the real Mad Hatter some where deep in the clock tower's prisons.

All around her see hear the moans of pain and terror of the captives in the prison. In one she saw the horrible deformed bodies of a group of children, their cell filled with the sound of their weeping and laughter. After that she didn't dare look in an other cells in fear of seeing something more horrifying then the tortured children.

Help us!

Alice!

Help us, Alice!

Yes please helps us!

Save us!

Save us Alice!

Don't leave us!

It was the Mad Hatter!

He did this to us!

Yes, the Hatter!

No way out!

No way home!

Don't Leave!

Alice shook her head to clear her mind of the voices, but their cries were more and more desperate the deeper in the prison she went. As she passed one of cells, she heard a small voice, one that seemed to be clearer and more refined then the others.

"Oh, dear, oh dear, I late again!"

The girl peered in the cell, much to her surprise she saw the White Rabbit, running around the stone floor, pocket watch in paw as he tried to escape. This of course was the plump white creature of her aunt's imagination, the rabbit in front of her was a thin skeletal thing with patches of his fur missing, his eyes bugging out as if it was being squeezed by a vice, and his cloths filthy and in strips. The Rabbit circled the cell once more before catching sight of Alice; he stopped then stared at her nose twitching.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?" he demanded, "speak up! I don't have time to wait! I'm late!"

"Late for what?" Alice asked, kneeling down to the creature's eye level. He stared at her shock, as if it were something of great importance.

"You don't know!" the White Rabbit gasped, pink eyes wide with surprise, " I late to meet the queen!"

"The queen?"

"Yes, yes," the rabbit said, as if addressing her like a noble speaking to a commoner, " the Queen of Hearts you silly child!"

Alice suddenly tensed at the sound of the horrible creatures name, "We've haven't met." she said, a bitterness filled her words. The creature once again, looked up at her in shock.

"You haven't!" he squeaked, cover his muzzle with his paws, "You must! You must!"

"I don't think I want to, " she said, getting up to leave, then a small white paw grabbed her dress.

" I can help you find your friend."

Alice looked at the pathetic creature, a feeling of loathing washing over her as he stared up at her. "What do you mean?" she demand, swatting the White Rabbit's paw away.

"The Mad Hatter of course!" he squeaked again, waving his paws wildly in the air, "the Marionettes took down to the cells further down the hall."

"Thank you," Alice said, and was about to walk down the hall, when the Rabbit let lose another loud scream.

"What?"

"Don't leave me!" he said, "I don't want to be hear any more! I'll even guide you to your friend!"

Alice raised an eyebrow, a little suspicous of this timid creature that was suppose to be the Queen's most trusted spy. "I'll let you out," she said, using the key she had used on the Griffin's cage, " but if you betray me, Bunny, your stew."

The little creature shuddered, then started to hop ahead of her. She followed close behind him, trying to keep in site of the White Rabbit's tale as it hurried off down the tunnel, still shouting that he was late. This time the cells were not filled with the normal citizens of the Wonderland, but the subjects of the reflection Hatter's perverted experiments. Alice did not stop to chat though, not want to lose her white guide or wanting to find out if this monster were as cruel as the sisters Dum and Dee.

Then a familiar laugh split through the air causing the Rabbit to tremble in fear. In one of the cells there was a dim light through the only bars on the door used to block the window. She stood on her tip toes and looked in to the small room to see the Mad Hatter, chained to the wall, a card guard trying to interrogate him between the peals of mad laughter.

"Where is the girl!" the Club shouted, as Hatter just sat there grinning.

"Try looking in all the right places!" he giggled, grinning mischievously.

" Enough with the riddles! Tell me where the girl is!"

" I already told you."

Suddenly the guard struck Hatter, spending him to the floor. "Lunatic." the Club spat as he stormed out of the cell. Then Alice saw her chance, as the door started to close she darted inside.

"Hatter," She whisper, as she knelt down to hold him, she could see a fresh bruise starting to form where the guard at hit him. His eyes suddenly fluttered open as she stroked his forehead.

"Alice?" he asked his voice hoarse from his act, "what happened to you?"

"Your reflections is dead," she said, smiling gently as he snuggled closer to her, "so is the Griffin."

"I figured that would happen." He sighed, " we have to end it now."

"I know," Alice said, " and we have to escape now."

Hatter nodded then after standing up and claiming his hat, he picked the lock of his shackle with a playing card. After stretching he grabbed the girls hand and darted off into the darkness.