Chapter 8: The Kill (Italics Are What Is Happening On The Screen)
I'm going to kill him. I'm riding off right now on my horse to go kill this man. I remembered something without the screen to show me. How I found out it was the man Robert Phillips that killed my little sister. When he attacked my sister I saw him very clearly. But, while he was on the run, one of our butlers saw him. He identified him as Robert Phillips. Then, not only I but, many others were after this man. And I was the one to kill him. The one that had the bragging rights to say " I found Robert Phillips and killed him. ". It wasn't something I looked forward to watching. I had a terrible feeling in the pit of my stomach. And my mind echoed Lawrence. Was that in fact the Mad Hatter? I had no doubt in my mind it was him. But, how could the man I loved end up here? End up in Wonderland known as the Mad Hatter? Lawrence was the son of a hatter and he did in fact make hats. The Hatter here looked as if he was seventeen or eighteen and looked very much like Lawrence. Well, it could be possible for them to be the same. I am sixteen after all and we are only a year apart. But, why is he here? Why are any of these people here, in Wonderland?
I heard galloping and the whine of a horse. Then, it stopped. I remembered that my memory was still playing out. So, I took a big gulp and looked back at the screen.
Alice hopped down from her horse. She looked up at the tall building. She looked to her side and read 7658 Studding Lane on the street sign. She tightened her pouch around her neck and took a deep breath. She looked around to make sure no one was around to see anything. There was no one in sight. She slipped the revolver out of her pouch and walked up the steps to the door. She pressed her ear against the door to try to hear something. She tried to hear any sound or movement but, there was nothing to be heard. She slowly turned the door knob. As the door opened she peeked her head in to find the man sleeping on the floor wrapped up in a blanket by a fire. She slowly went inside and silently closed the door behind her. She walked over to the man. Made sure he didn't have any weapons around him, or anything he could fight back with. She stood right by his face, lifted her leg, and swung her leg as hard as she could.
Her pointed toe boot landed right in his left eye. That was enough to wake him up. He let out a terrible yell that made Alice jump back. She watched him as he screamed and held his eye. There was blood seeping down from his eye. The kick was hard enough to make him go blind. Or, possibly lose his eye. He gained consciousness and began to realize what was going on. Someone had found him and was going to kill him. He looked and saw a girl. A petite girl. She looked very fragile besides what she was wearing. Her long blonde hair gave her such an appearance. He stared at her. Not so much in fear but, in complete shock.
He backed up a little from the girl and got up. He stared at her. Then, he remembered his eye. He removed his hand and saw it was full of blood and he couldn't open his left eye. Now he was enraged. That a little girl came into his apartment and kicked his left eye in. Now he was furious.
Alice was frozen. The look in his eye looked as if he was about to kill her. She had the gun in her right hand but, was behind her back and out of view.
" Shoot him, Alice. ", said the Voice. " Lift up the gun and point it at his head. Show him your not scared. Or, he'll kill you first. "
Alice nodded. She took a deep breath and brought the gun from around her back and pointed it at his head. The look in her eyes were no longer fear. But, determination and courage. She was not going to die here tonight. He was. The man knew what was going on. He knew the little girl was going to try to kill him. He grew a smirk on his face and advanced towards her.
" Stay away! ", shouted Alice.
" Are you scared little girl? ", said the man. His smile was terrifying. It was confident. As if she was not going to shoot him. This enraged her.
" I said stay back! ", Alice screamed. She cocked the gun and shot his leg.
The man howled in pain. He collapsed on the floor holding his leg. Blood seeped through his wound, not stopping. This time Alice advanced towards him. He quickly half pulled half dragged himself to the fire. He grabbed the stoker from out of the fire and swung it at her. She shot his hand before it reached her. He dropped the stoker and held onto his hand with the other. He began screaming with a horrid pain filled voice. He lay on the floor face up to the ceiling. His back arched. His left leg twitching and seeping blood. His left hand holding his right hand trying to stop the blood but, failing. His left eye was gone leaving an empty eye socket.
Alice stood over the man and looked into his eye. Shear pain and fear filled it. Just as her little sister's eyes had been. Alice was happy. She was filled with complete joy and full of accomplishment. She had made this awful man see the same terror as her sister had. Alice was overwhelmed with joy. She felt complete. No. Not yet. She still had to kill him.
Alice began laughing hysterically. A wide smile spread across her face and she looked down at him. Saw the terror and pain once more and cocked the gun and aimed at his head.. " Good night Robert Phillips. ", she pulled the trigger.
She stepped over his dead body not giving it another look. Her whole body was covered in blood. The look in his eyes echoed in her head. And she was happy. She searched the room for something to get rid of the body. She found three bottles of whiskey in a corner of the room closest to the fire. She put the gun back in her pouch and picked up the bottles. She walked over to the small fire that was burning out due to the blood that covered it. She put a few logs on it and let it burn for a bit. Once, it was a strong hot fire she picked up the three whiskey bottles. She took off the caps and threw them in.
She ran out of the apartment not even bothering to shut the door on her way out. She hoped on her horse, dug the spur into Rose's side, and went galloping off. Behind her the apartment exploded. Instead of going home she decided to go to a near by bridge. She jumped off her horse and went down to the river side. She took the pouch off from around her neck and set it on the ground. She walked a few feet away to gather some heavy rocks when she heard a noise.
She spun around to find Lawrence. He was skipping rocks into the river. Alice fell backward onto the ground dropping the rocks around her making noise. Lawrence looked over at her. Straight into her eyes. " Lawre... ", she began to say but, was cut off.
" You killed him. You killed Robert Phillips didn't you? ", he said looking into her eyes.
Then, it sunk in. She had killed someone. Even though he deserved it. He was a bad man that had to die. But, the thought of her killing someone consumed her. She began to hug her knees and cry. It was to much for her to take in all at once. The love of her life knew she killed someone. What would he think? Would he tell the police? Would he hate her now? Would he kill her?
No, he had no intention of doing that. Instead he walked over to her and sat by her side. He put his arm around her and softly stroked her head with the other. " It's okay, Alice. It's not good to kill someone. But, you did the right thing. You just saved innocent little girl's lives. You did a good thing just now. ", he said in a soothing voice.
Alice grabbed his shirt and began to cry into it. She cried and cried. And he continued stroking her gently while holding onto her. She was finally able to speak when she asked, " A-Are you going to tell? "
" This is out little secret. ", he said holding his finger up to his lips and smiling. She hugged him and gradually began to stop crying.
" Thank you. " , she said. She pulled away looking at the bag of rocks that lay there. They both got up and filled the bag with heavy rocks making sure the revolver was still in there. They walked over and back onto the bridge and threw the bag over. They watched it sink til they couldn't see it anymore.