Chapter VI
It seemed as though ever since she came to this god-forsaken place, the only thing she had been doing was running, and not even by her own will. She knew not why she was here, how she even got to this place, nor what she had to do. She only wanted to get out to meet her sister. Her sweet little sister. That was all she wanted.
Mad laughter echoed behind her as she turned and ran for her life. The man in the hat, someone she had thought was possibly the sanest person about due to how normal he seemed to be as compared to the others, had went ahead to stab and behead both the sleeping dormouse and the cheery hare. Neither flinched even as the blunt butter knife scraped against their throats, gouging out chunks of flesh. It seemed as though they felt no pain with the blank looks on their already dull faces when a major artery was cut, and the life began to pour out of their bodies like a crashing waterfall.
She had no idea what she was feeling, the only emotion that remotely registered in her mind was nothing but pure terror.
"ALICE? WHERE ARE YOU?"
She ran faster, faster, not caring where she was going, as long as she made it somewhere, anywhere, that would hide her from this terror. At last, after the numerous times her legs threatened to give way, and her lungs practically collapsing, there was a house. A small little cottage, much unlike the previous queer looking house presumably belonging to the hare. She gasped for breath as she shut the heavy oak door behind her, locking and bolting it quickly, then crumpled to the soft carpeted floor that welcomed her with open arms.
Following that, she started sneezing.
Bits and Pieces :
ø Anti-climax ending is anti-climax. Just like how a short chapter is short.
ø AkatsukieraPhoenix: Loves you a lot. In the most platonic way ever. But a lot.