Defeating Your Own Mind
Chapter Three: Her Twisted and Damaged Mind
By: AliceWithKnives
Disclaimer: I don't own American Mcgee's Alice (man…) but I wish I did! I want another sequel!
Cries of card guards echoed throughout the Queen of Heart's domain, startling creatures everywhere with the agony within the screams. Red-leaved trees trembled as the wind whipped around, trapping some leaves in its gust. Small chunks of dirt flew, along with dried blood and pieces of damaged card guards. Pieces of arms and bloody guts smacked constantly into trees, broken boulders, and the walls of the castle. Pieces of land were missing, leaving large valleys that only few could manage to cross. The faint sound of pig snouts came from underneath many of the platforms Alice would have to cross in order to enter the castle, but there was no reason to collect them now. Alice didn't need the bottles, the memories, the red paint, or any of the previous necessities she once had to collect in order to defeat the Doll maker.
"Damn..." Alice mumbled as she rubbed her sore bottom. Because of literally crash landing in the domain, her small butt suffered most of the impact. "Hopefully this pain isn't permanent...what am I saying? This is all in my head!" Frowning, Alice almost slapped herself for forgetting the difference between Wonderland (fantasy) and London (real life). Heaving a big sigh, Alice set forward on her journey, limping in order to lessen the pressure on her bottom.
"Who painted my flowers!" The angered bellow of the Queen swam out from within the castle walls. Alice trembled at the thought of encountering the wicked witch. Several card guards flew from the gates of the domain, shouting terrified cries and stumbling over thin, boney feet. Many were holding onto their heads, fearful of the Queen's vengeance.
"Go Executioner!" Alice's eyes widened as the massive beast tore from the walls of the castle, sending boulders flying at the seemingly tiny guards. Many were crushed, leaving only puddles of blood and burning red ink on the dark path. From there, everything seemed to go in slow motion. Alice turned, her boots skidding across the dirt, and took off. Behind her, the heavy thuds of the Executioner came, along with the sound of land being crushed and the cries of the mangled card guards.
Alice's mind went numb with adrenaline. Her ears rang and her heart pounded as she searched for some option to get out of the creature's way. The Cheshire cat appeared as Alice turned a corner, shrinking and diving into a keyhole.
"All you have to do is call him off. The Queen, and her horribly ugly dominion, are simply a figment of your twisted and damaged mind." Alice heaved a heavy breath before looking at her surroundings. The keyhole had led to a simple hall filled with blood red walls and tentacle pillars. At the end, a light shined, beckoning her towards it. Through the keyhole, the maddening cry of the Executioner rang out, piercing the black-haired girl's sensitive ears. Peeking out, Alice watched as the monster stomped towards her keyhole, only to trip over his own mess and fall into the depths of limbo. Heaving a sigh of relief, Alice continued on down the keyhole, not caring about the consequences of the Executioners unexpected fall...or even if he was truly dead. As she reached the blinding light at the end of the tunnel, Alice expected to be lead into another section of the castle; however, she was utterly surprised to find herself back in the old Mangled Mermaid.
Something was wrong. Shifting around the bed she laid upon, Alice gasped as she gazed down at her once simple and clean dress. A splash of blood was across her chest and the sickening liquid was painted on her arms, dripping onto the dirty covers of the bed. The place was completely silent, even the filthy perverts and whores down stairs didn't make a sound. Gulping, Alice stood, attempting to walk over to the door on the opposite wall. As she tried to walk, she discovered a sharp pain coming from the heel of her left foot. Resorting to limping, Alice finally made it to the door, not knowing if it would be a closet or the hall that she would find. Opening the door, while putting most of her weight on her right foot, Alice let out a terrified cry. From within the depths of the small closet, Nan Sharpe's body was shoved in, damaged and bleeding profusely. A large puddle of blood surrounded her body, and her close were shredded where the obvious knife wounds decorated her large body. Her hair was pulled out of its normally well-put together bun, and her eyes were torn from their sockets. It was obvious this woman had been tortured from the bruises all over her torso and wrists.
Hyperventilating, Alice shook erratically. Lifting her hands up, she gawked down at them before covering her face and pulling herself into a ball.
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