Alison looked at the Cheshire cat and growled. She knew that voice, it was the same one that told her to shut up when she was falling. She hated that he acted so casual.

The Cheshire cat looked at Alison, his eyes stern but his smile playful.

"Be careful little girl, kitties like to play." he said tauntingly, flashing his fangs. "Especially big toms."

Alison almost said something but she bit her tongue, knowing that he's probably the only one who can get her out of this.

The Cheshire cat smiled, knowing full well that she knew to keep her tongue. He didn't have to be nice and help her, but something told him that she would be fun to play with.

"So what do you think, Red?" he said, looking to the Queen again. "See if she's up to the task?"

The Queen waved a hand to her guards. The guards removed Alison's arms and stepped away. Alison stood and brushed off her arms and jeans.
She thought about this a second, either she died now or she took on the task. If she did take on this curse, then she could either die trying or be able to return home. She had only one option, what else did she have to lose?

"I'll do it." Alison said. Then she looked to the Cheshire cat. "But only if I get an escort." She smirked when she saw the cat's big grin fold down into a frown.

"No way, I don't watch little kids." he hissed. Alison put her hands on her hips and stuck out her tongue.

"You don't have much of a choice, Big Bad Tom Cat." she said. She made sure to say the nickname like an annoying child, just to be an ass.

The Cheshire cat's tail fluffed with annoyance, his hair sticking up a bit.

"Cheshire!" snapped the Queen. "You will go with this girl, that's an order!"

The Cheshire cats anger disappeared, he looked at the Queen with shock. The Queen sighed and put a hand to her forehead.

"Just hurry up alright? I have a splitting headache..." The Queen mumbled. Alison dug into her pocket and took out a small bottle of headache medicine.

"Here, this should help." Alison said. She grabbed the Queens hand and placed a few pills in her palm. "Just take two of these for now and wait a few hours, then have two more."

The Queen looked at Alison with wide eyes. "Why would you be nice to me? My men almost cut your head off."

Alison shrugged.

"All of us have a bad day, Ruby." Alison said, giving the Queen a small smile. "That is your real name right?"

The Queen smiled brightly, her eyes shining with joy.

"Yes!" she exclaimed. "That's my real name, thank you miss...uh.."

"Alison."

The Queen gave Alison's hand a shake before calling to her men. She got on to her horse, and rode back to her castle, her men following behind.

"Alison," said the Cheshire cat. "Lets get a move on."

He grabbed the sleeve of Alison's black T-shirt and dragged her along the winding paths, to the garden's exit. He stopped only when he was at the treeline to the woods.

"You're a fool." he hissed angrily, letting Alison go.

"Well nice to meet you too, ass." Alison glared. The Cheshire cat gave a little "Humph!" to her before jumping up and laying on his back, in mid-air.

"You wanted me along for the ride, now you have to put up with me."

"I think it will be the other way around, Old Tom." Alison said, smirking. She pulled out a bright purple collar with a single black stone in the middle. She put it on the Cheshire cats neck and clipped a leash on.

"What the fuck?!" he yelled. He tugged at it, trying to pull it off, but it didn't work. His fingers touched the cool metal of a lock. "Unlock it now!"

"No way. Only if you're a good kitty." Alison said, locking the leash to her wrist.

"Why do you even have a collar with you?" he pouted.

"I used to take stray cats back to their owner back in my world." she replied. "Now let's go, my kitten."

The Cheshire cat gave her a dirty look before he stood back on his own feet and led her through the woods. They walked for a long time, not seeing anything but trees and squirrels. Soon enough they came to a small clearing.

"What happened here?" asked the cat aloud. Alison looked around, her eyes wide with shock.

Petals of all different colors and shapes were everywhere along the ground. Flowers with faces lie broken in the middle of the mess. Their leaves ripped and stems either bent or snapped in half.

Cheshire walked through the mess, stepping over fallen flowers, until he found what he was looking for. A white rose with a womans face lay at Cheshire's feet. He knelt and brushed what remaining petals she had with his index finger.

"What happened?" he asked. The white rose looked up at him with sad eyes.

"The wrathful woman of the spade.." she mumbled. Cheshire nodded and looked at Alison.

"Spade is part of the curse. You need to kill her." he told Alison.

"How?" she asked, confused.

The white rose closed her eyes and began to sing.

The first Alice was a wrathful woman of the spade.

And righteously she held a sharpened blade within her hand.

Never hesitating to slay all within her way.

Creating paths of blood that followed her through Wonderland.

Deep within the darkened forest, Alice walked the line.

Captured and imprisoned as embodiment of sin.

If it were not for the murderous wake left behind,

No one would have suspected she had ever been.

When the white rose finished singing, she opened her eyes again. A tear fell from her eyes.

"Please help us." she pleaded.

Alison's heart almost broke at the sound of the rose's pleas. She nodded.

"I will."

Alison knelt beside Cheshire and picked up the white rose gently. She looked around and saw a little jar of water nearby. She took the rose and set her in the jar.

"Come with us." Alison said. The rose nodded and smiled, drinking up the water gratefully.