Disclaimer: I do not own the original idea for Alice in Wonderland, Through the Looking Glass and other work based off the book.
As I said before I have been playing with the idea for a sequel to TBLG. I trashed an earlier idea, believing I would only make one book. Again I changed my mind. The finally product is a work in progress call The Prince of Hearts. It is based around Hatter, and saying any more will spoil the plot. The only thing else I can say is that there may be a wedding. This is just another one shot I did because of the clocks at school were driving me on the short high way to insanity.
The noise was driving him mad. He should have been use to it by now but for some reason it was grating on his nerves more the normal. Carelessly Hatter hoisted the flamingo croquet mallet over his shoulder, the few servants that had survived his aunt's rule at him as he passed. No one dared question the new crown prince's latest out brust knowing well enough what impeding him on his quest would just cause a show of his infamous temper.
The sound grew louder as he walked down the glass hallways. The noise echoing off ever surface, and pounding in his brain. The same repetitive tick and tock that haunted his ever step, reminding Hatter of everyone of his past mistakes and failures. Now he was going to put an end to it.
Tick
Tock
Tick
Tock
Tick
Tock
The noise was taunting him calling him out, as he gritted his teeth as he swung, sending the flamingo's bony beak through the glass case of the clock. The shards fell to the ground crushing under foot as he moved to his next target.
"SHUT!"
TICK
CRASH
"THE HELL!"
TOCK
CRASH
"UP!"
Hatter dropped the mallet to the ground with a clatter, then turned as if nothing had happened, the glass shards cutting in to the soles of his boots, and the few that had managed to stick to his flesh staining the cuffs of his shirt red. No one breathed as he exited the room in to the hallway following the winding paths to his room. As he started to turn the knob one of the bravery servants inquired.
"Do you want us to repair the damage?"
Hatter paused for a moment as if mulling it over in his twisted mind, then a sliver of a smile crossed black painted lips one that was reminiscent of his aunt. Then with a sound he opened the door to his room, then slammed the door shut.
"Um…your highness?"
Slowly the door cracked open, and a wave of fear seemed to strike the speaker dumb for a moment, as Hatter's cool voice answered.
"You repair one of those damn clocks and all have your head."