~First Alice~

It was a bright night, filled with the warmth and light from the burning village below. An army watched safely from a nearby hill before they joyously marched away, victorious in their battle.

"Okay men! We'll camp out here. Tonight, we celebrate and feast!" the leader announced as they reached a field, surrounding by the forest they carefully mapped months before. With cheerful yells from the group, he strayed away, periodically touching his sword affectionately.

The leader was the almighty leader, Gilbert Beilschmidt, the commander of the Prussian Army. He lived for fights and was rumored to be the best.

His ego flared up every time someone acknowledged him as the best. It gave him a reputation, one that he was proud of. But secretly, deep inside, he knew he wasn't as strong as they say, and continually practiced to be the best of the best.

Satisfied with the distance he had put between himself and the loud camp, he sat against the thick, strong trunk of a nearby tree, enjoying the cool, crisp breeze, reminiscing on his glorious victory as his eyes drooped, until he finally fell asleep.

~Gilbert's Dream~

He strayed into the forest, carelessly making random turns without marking his trail or consulting his map. He wandered deeper into the dark unknown, no thought of where he was going.

He heard something hiding in the nearby brush. He expertly pulled out the sword from his sheath and held it protectively in front of him. He tensed, quickly positioning himself in the correct stance. He held his position, waiting for the right time to strike.

He was about to stab the hidden thing when a snow-white bunny hopped out, unaware of the danger it was in. He sheathed his sword, a sigh of relief escaping his lips. He still remained tense, cautions. For he was in the middle of a war, and someone could always be hiding behind the trees or camouflaged in the dark, waiting to ambush him.

Not that anyone could harm, less touch the awesome me," he thought, his confidence as big as ever.

There was something dark attached to the back of the bunny, making the contrast in colors blatantly obvious.

He cautiously crept up the the animal, careful not to scare it away. To his amazement, the bunny hopped forward, staying still as he grasped the object, before it hopped away, as if it was its job to deliver that object to Gilbert.

The object crinkled in his hand, the sudden noise surprising him. It was a crimson-colored envelope, decorated with foreign gold symbols. Hesitantly, he opened it, expecting a well decorated letter or document. He was bewildered when he found the envelope only held a lone card, one that would seem to belong to a deck of cards. He gingerly took the card, suddenly overcoming by a blinding light, rendering him unconscious. He tell to the ground with a 'thud', the bloody-red spade on the card gone.

When he came to, he was surrounded by black shadow creatures. Adrenaline kicked in and he unsheathed his weapon, immediately attacking the nearest dark creature. The rest took that move as a consent to attack and swarmed him. Gilbert slashed the creatures repeatedly, slowly dwindling his opponent's numbers, until all were slayed, laying still on the ground.

He panted, his hands still gripping tightly on the hilt of his sword. His clothes were covered in the creatures blood, already beginning to stain his attire. His eyes glanced over at the fallen, their bodies now surrounded by their own blood.

His eyes darted back and forth, still expecting more to appear. No, he didn't just expect them to come. He wanted someone or something to appear before him, to give him a chance to slash him to pieces. He was filled with this desire to kill anything and everything in his path.

A tiny chuckle escaped his lips, loud laughter abruptly following after, reverberating throughout the forest. "Come! Now come to the awesome me!"

With a crazed look in his eyes, he set off to hunt more prey, the red spade mark on his left hand growing brightly as he clutched his sword, the fresh blood leaving a bloody trail.

In just a couple of days, Gilbert had successfully locked in and slaughtered many creatures. As he roamed the forest out in the open, he waved his sword around, holding it in a haughtily way, challenging all to come at once and attack. Hearing the creatures wail and cry in pain before they are forever silenced became sweet, addicting music to his ears. Every drop of blood that splattered onto himself became like a badge of honor. He refused to wash it, allowing it to dye his clothes completely red.

Gilbert had just finished massacring another crowd of creatures as the cool night breeze picked up, carrying the scent of fresh blood. Basking in the moonlight, his evil, psychotic grin was visible as he adoringly stroked his velvet-red sword. His mind was preoccupied, envisioning how he will kill the next batch of victims. He enjoyed to kill them quickly, allowing the more of their blood to splatter onto him, but felt absolute delight listening them holler in pain, their voices quietly fading little by little.

The moment his mind wandered, a dozen of the remaining creatures crept behind him, cautious to not make a single sound. Gilbert felt their malicious aura and with lighting speed, he spun around, but alas, was too late.

The dark creatures already surrounded him and snatched his sword, enabling him defenseless. Gilbert desperately tried to fight back, trying to claw his way out. But it was useless. The creatures attacked him, finally taking him up to his offer, until Gilbert had multiple, deep cuts, all bleeding profusely. He blacked out due to the pain, leaving his remaining life to his enemy.

When he came to, he was entombed behind a cage, deep within the forest, hidden by many trees. He yelled and screamed, trying to get out of this confinement, but none answered.

Other than his bloody trail and sword, all trace of him vanished, never to be seen again. However, when loud shouts and screams are heard from the forest, a rumor between the citizens of Wonderland is said.

A mass murderer is trapped in the forest for the sins he has committed. If you ever find yourself lost, never follow the red path, for it shall lead you to your death...