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Disclaimer: …Although I may have come up with most of these things my inspiration is based on Alice In Wonderland although not entirely since most of this has come from my head although is based off of something. No stealing, I won't be nice if you do. As for this Chapter, I have to agree its a bit iffy, not that good since I was trying to get everything down as quick as I could before my mind went blank, I'll be fixing it a bit.
Life flickered in the dull pink eyes; Alice felt the sense of realization come over her body, trembling as a cry of fear erupted. A thick wire threading through her lips and a mirrored room, walls reflecting what she had not seen, and turning in alarm, a man stood half approaching a door and half-turning back to the girl's cry, it was common, and yet a smile spread on his lips. His lips a decoration of a black, a thick amount painted on the space of an original pink and then dark lines running straight down his mouth, like stitches but his lips parted in ease to reveal the pearl colored ivory as a grin soon spread, lifting the corner of his lips. This man, was like a beautifully oriented statue, but he looked more real then Alice. He had too many dark and light colors although that wasn't the issue.
"My dear, you're awake.." The familiar tone struck the girl in alarm, this was Alice and in fear she struggled against the needles, the once pink gaze began its change, turning with as the illusion became its well known reality, the eyes were rotting, turning to the disgusting brown of bile and vomit and then brightened to the brightening blue it had been. The eyes holding a glassy look, shining but held something one would call a lifeless look. It was paint, the eyes were colored with paint, a closer look you could see the pupil chipping, the black irises fading, the thick hairs of lashes erupted from open lids made it much more obvious, and she was a doll. The white locks curling from behind dulling to greasy black, as a complexion came in tune, a porcelain color. A cry, loud, the seeming pain lingered a large nail pressed over her wrist and another above her ankle, she stared into the mirror in horror to find she'd been restrained.
A cage held her head, a metal mask that was locked evidently by a key that fit in the hole behind her head, where thick strands of her black hair fell, these strands paling and changing to its original ivory shade. The long hair messily knotted and curled, brushing her neck and running rather long as it rolled into a spindle. Needles and tubes pressed into her back, blood pressing into the holes that were made with profession, making her body even more solid looking, Alice's exterior was made of porcelain. This girl was an object, a toy; this girl was a living doll, and that was becoming obvious from the cracks beginning to form along her chest. The crudely carved breast, shaping to a proportional pair, alike but rather rigid, and she seemed to harbor a child as the doll's stomach held the touch of a round and enlarged belly. The loud banging interrupting her scrutinizing look, adrenaline bursting, and she struggled savagely as memory began burning her head, pressing her palms against the arm rest to only break through the bones rusting around the chain arresting her to the position of sitting against the man-made chair. A literally man-made chair, fresh faces still staring in horror, although a the horror could be seen in the gaps of the open mouths, and then there were the old bones of a skull, rotting meat perhaps still attached, and she ruined the structure as she tried to break free, the sound of a large thud, the weight of part of the arm rest colliding with the floor and the chain rattled free, scrapping the floor made of lumps of its previous form as the inward curve of an empty eye socket showed and yes, the floor were made of melted remains of bones.
"Where is my Queen! WHERE IS MY QUEEN?" The cry rang in a roar behind the door, and a dent formed as the door began to creak from the weight of something colliding against it. The royally dressed man turned. his beady black eye giving a disgusted look to the door as if doing this would get whomever behind the door to go away; having taken steps to approach the naked awakened Alice, and ignoring the banging raving mad man for a moment he turned to the doll, Alice, and bent down to look at the freed arm that flailed in insane excitement, the empty eye socket having less to see as the beady black eye, this man was the original form of the rabbit, Alice acknowledged that with increasing savageness, and the man remained calm as he took her arm in a tight grip and in idle precision.
"Shut up or I'll not open the door." He dismissed the banging as is continued, a gloved hand wiping the blood streaming from the widening gap, the nail that held Alice's arm was pressing against the gush of flesh and then the porcelain surface, causing it to crack and a bolt at either sides of the nail keeping the it inserted as the girl struggled with the it and the chain attached, pulling her hand back from the touch but the tight grip only tightened, creating more cracks along her surface. The hole were the nail pushed through was only enlarging as the metal easily continued to tear through the porcelain as it pressed against the flesh behind the exterior, the chain a short leash getting pulled against, her screams becoming choking gasps, she was loosening everything with strength of being both savage and unfeeling toward the physical pain, she was another failed project. Although she held perhaps the emotions for a living breathing creature, she didn't feel much as the heeling wounds were disrupted with each pull she gave to the restraints. The chains loosening as she gave a moment and then pulled against it again, her other arm still trying to pull free from the arm rest as her lips tried to part against the thread.
"Thomas! WHITEY! Thomas, please, LET. ME. IN!" The desperation was obvious in the whine, and shouts behind the door. There was a last bang of hope as the collision of whatever this anonymous figure was using against the wall silenced. The stranger seemed to have finally given heed to the warning and stopped.
"Alice, you stop this, or you'll crack." Thomas stated. There was a firmness in his tone and an expression of worry against his white face, a neat arrangement of white locks brushing the length of his chin. This rabbit man was dressed royally, in a suit coat, looking rather medieval, and his fingers began brushing across the girl's forehead. Lowering himself, so his beady one eye and his empty eye socket came face to Alice's blue gaze, and she pushed against his arms as he forced them down against her arms. The cage forcing her to stare into the eyes before her own, a sudden dizzying feeling washed over her. Thomas watched as her eyes began to go up and down violently, and then her head spun, blurring her face and with a sad expression he kissed the freed hand, putting it back against the chair as the arm rest regenerated, holding the chain back down against the new arm rest. The mirror walls began to blur behind Alice's eyes, and the image of the bone floor turned into darkness. Something was happening and Alice couldn't tell, her mind sedated as the sound of screaming and the images of a bloody memory failed to play perfectly behind her eyes. The sound of the door falling and the touch of lips against her hand fading into the background as her body felt lazy and heavy. The blood spilling from her porcelain wrist began to clot, as the attempt to remember had less value of forgetting behind the spell of the rabbit's eyes.
"You broke the door, you idiot." The dull pink eyes turned, the rabbit doll stood small near the recliner as the metal door tilted against an odd angle and a man stood behind it, trying to push it open as it hung broken. This man was extremely thin and rather mutated with bumps and lumps on his face. He hunched forward, pushing against the trailer's door and it creaked in response, with a sad expression in his eye. This stranger was apparently well beaten up too, cuts and scars covering his uncovered arms. The most defining feature would be the red eye, the disease that spread to the white background of his eye, a crust of yellow around the open eye and the other sealed shut, swelling and turning purple.
"Whitey, where is…where is…my…precious…?" Was all he said, looking back up from the door, and Alice stared gawp-eye.