Disclamer: Ya I got a complaint that I need to write this again, So I DONT OWN ANYONE. There,happy?

STAYNE

I should've gone back, back to my waiting queen, but I couldn't, not yet. Something kept me from returning. Some unseen force kept me from going on any further.

The tip of her castle was in my sight when I stopped.

A feeling took over me, the same feeling when I know I am being lied to. Alice was there at the tea party, hiding no doubt! Anger flooded me. I had been made a fool of, in front of my own troops!

I let out an angry yell as I roughly yanked on my horse's reigns to turn back. The beast protested and tried to turn in the direction of the queen's castle. I tried to pull again to have him obey me, but he whinnied and stood on his hind legs, almost knocking me off.

"What are you doing you fool? Her majesty is expecting you back at any moment now!," he huffed as he fought against me. I roughly kicked in the flank so that he would obey me.

"Stop fighting with me you stupid animal!", I barked as I used all my strength to turn him the way I wanted him to. He still tried to pull the other way. I yanked so hard on his reign again.

I felt something rip a little. The horse was quiet for a moment. I realized that I yanked so hard that I torn some of the inside of his mouth out. I watched as blood dripped a little from his mouth.

I leaned forward so that my lips were to his ear. "We have been deceived, my stupid friend. You see, Alice did attend to the little tea party. But, she was hiding", I said in a slow, deep voice.

I liked how the word Alice rolled off my tongue. It tasted spicy and wild.

The horse just nodded his head for he was in pain.

This hunt was beginning to turn into a game of cat and mouse. Alice, being the mouse, trying to escape me, and me being the cat, who pounces at the right moment,. She escaped once, but, I could wait. I am a patient man.

"How ill you ind her?", the steed asked through slurred words.

I ignored his question and roughly kicked his flank, which startled him into a gallop.

The answer to his question was simple. We will just wait and follow Bayard to out prey.

I laughed at my own cleverness.

The Red Queen would forgive my tardiness for now. I had more important things to attend to then to stand there and be eye candy. I felt my heart flutter as I heard the very faint sound of the barking of a dog. I kicked the steed harder.

"Faster, we still have miles of ground to cover!", I hissed. I leaned forward to give the horse more leverage and more speed.

I knew immediately where we were, even before the white cluttered tea table came into view. I always hated being near this place. I always hated being near these loons. They were dangerous whether anyone realized it or not.

I tried to reason with the queen to dispose of them for they could be a potential threat, but she just laugh. "Oh, my poor Stayne, are you scared of some loons?', she asked as she batted her eyes at me.

I had to clench my jaw to keep silence. "No, my queen", I said submissively.

She smiled as she held up her hand for me to kiss. I grudgingly took and slowly brought it up to my lips. She smiled as a small pleased sigh escaped her lips. I was surprised I did not cringe.

But, that was in the past now. If she made a mistake then she will have to live with it.

I snapped out of my thoughts as my horse slowed down to a stop. I took a look at all the tea party goers. T

he March Hare and Dormouse were still drinking tea and laughing like the damn fools that they were. I hate the mad. They were a dangerous threat waiting to become deadly. They all needed to be eradicated.

Everything grew silence as they both looked at me, the party crasher. I nudged the steed to slowly gallop closer to the table. It seemed that the hatter was tiered of drinking tea, for he wasn't there.

"So, tell me, were is your ring leader for your freak show?", I asked as I looked around to find any trace of which way he could've possibly taken. The mouse bared his small, pebble like teeth at me.

"Oiy, we don't know where they went, you bloody buffoon!", he snarled.

I ignored him and turned my attention to the other party guest.

The hare just sat there and whimpered as he shrunk back into himself. I got of my horse and strode to the mouse, which drew his small, pin like sword. "Come and fight me you coward!", he goaded me as he ferociously swung his sword at me.

I laughed as I picked him put, protected from his swings and jabs by my heavy leather gloves. He tried to kick and wiggle his way out of my grasp as he screamed and grunted angrily.

"Let me down you big oaf!", he yelled. I ignored him and walked around the table until I found what I was looking for.

I grabbed a huge, fat pastry over flowing with cream, and stuffed the mouse inside it, laughing as I did so. I slammed the pastry down on the table. "That will shut your smart mouth up!", I mumbled as I wiped my hands off from the disgusting filling.

As I slowly walked over to the hare, I couldn't help but smile as I heard the muffled screams and gags from the sweet.

I focused my attention back upon the hare as I walked over his way slowly. The hare's gaze was jittery and jumpy as he looked anywhere and everywhere but me. With each sound of crunching dead leaves under my boots, and with each stride I take toward him,

he began to shake more and more violently. I thought he would die when I stopped behind him.

All was silent for a moment besides the continual clatter of his spoon clinking against his tea cup. I rested each of my hands on his shoulder, which earned me a squeal of terror from him.

I slowly brought my face down to his ear. I gagged a bit as his awful stench burned my nostrils. It was like he hadn't bathed in decades. I need to know where Mad went.

I ignored his stench and brought my lips to his ear, so that the breath that came from my mouth ruffled his grimy fur. Small animal like noises were escaping him. "Where did Mad go?", I asked.

He didn't answer. All he did was closed his eyes and clutched his tea cup.

I head a small wet sound as I turned to see the mouse barley escaping the sweet's grasp. "Don't, *cough* tell him!", he managed to get out as he coughed up filling and other liquids.

I tightened my grasp on the hare's shoulders, causing him to cry out. It was only a matter of time before I got what I wanted.

" I won't ask you again", I said angrily as I spat in his cup of tea, " Where is Mad? If you don't tell me, I will use your disgusting pelt as a mat to wipe off my boots!"

He screamed. "They went that way!", he sobbed as he pointed to the mouth of the deeper part of the forest.

I smiled as I patted his head, but before I left, I quietly pulled my dagger out and sliced a small piece of his ear off. He gave a unearthly cry as he held onto his ear.

I chuckled as I threw the small piece of skin onto the table and began to walk to my steed. "Good bunny", I mocked as I mounted onto my horse. "Hare, why?", the mouse asked in a defeated voice as he just stared at the hare. I let out a bellow of a laugh as I kicked my horse into a gallop, and after the hatter.

Hmmm, everyone enjoying the story so far? Im worried u guys are getting bored. like i dont wanna post a chpt everyday you know? wanna make you wait and enjoy it. Lol I dont thik ppl like this cause there arnt alot of reviews u know?