Alice ran toward her house. It was a small house with white shudders. It looked rather quaint and if one were to enter said house they would automatically feel at home. As Alice ran through the field of wheat, she could smell an Apple Pie. It was probably her mother's doing, as she usually made apple pies on Wednesday. Alice smiled as she smelled the absolute bliss that would soon be in her mouth, almost forgetting the Cheshire Cat; however, she snapped back to reality as it hit her-her mother always called her in at 5, and from the looks of the sun's position, it was just past 7.
That's unusual.
Alice finally reached her house and walked to the door. With a hard shove, the door opened.
That door always HAS been awfully hard to open.
Walking into the house, Alice panted, still tired from her run through the field. She loked around, walking past the staircase and the living room and walked into the kitchen. However, when she did, she found something she wished, to this day, that she had never had to see.
There hung Alice's mother, her body strung by vines and barbed wire-her wrists, above her head dripped blood onto her new dress.
Mother! Mother! Speak to me, mother! Please! You can't be dead!
The barbed wire and vines were connected to the walls, floor, and ceiling-almost as if they were protruding from the house!
"Oh, but she can, Alice."
Alice heard the crazy voice above her. She looked up to see Cheshire Cat, disguised as Alice, STANDING on the ceiling. The Evil Alice looked down at her.
"Were you looking for me?"
Alice, beginning to cry, fell onto the floor.
Get away from me!
"Oh, but don't you want to know how I killed our dear mother?"
Evil Alice dropped down lightly, with cat-like balance, from the ceiling.
"Here...allow me to show you."
No!
"Oh, we can't have any of that nasty crying, now can we, Alice?"
Stay away! Get back!
Evil Alice turned toward Alice's strung-up mother and pulled a knife from her spine-causing blood to spew from it, spilling onto the floor.
Alice screamed and pushed herself away from her.
"Oh, you'd like to think I'm going to kill you now, wouldn't you, Alice? Oh, no. I've no plans to kill you...yet. First, I plan on making your life a living hell. And now that I look like you, I can get away with anything...all I have to do is pretend to be you! By the way, I'm expecting a few...old friends from Wonderland. Please, do be kind and greet them for me, will you?"
Evil Alice let out an insane, high-pitched laugh, and with that, she seemed to fade into the breeze.
When Evil Alice had gone, Alice slumped onto her hands and knees and sobbed-her body heaving crazily, and her tears hitting the floor quickly and rather hard.
Why!? Why didn't I see it before!?
She slammed her fists on the floor again and again, still crying, until they were red and raw. Alice started to scream in anger, as she pulled herself up and began throwing dishes at the wall.
Several minutes later, she had calmed down. She looked at her mother's face, which was frozen in shock.
Oh, Mother...I'm so sorry. I should have been here...I should have known earlier...
With that, Alice ran to her room upstairs and grabbed a suitcase. In it, she stuffed clothes, food, and a locket her mother had given her. It was inscirbed with the words, "Your true power lies in your imagination."
When she had packed her suitcase, Alice changed into a new outfit, and walked out of the front door. She headed toward the tree. She needed help, and she knew just who to go to for it.