A/N: I have a new OC!!! She's the best character I've ever thought of. Hope you like her as much as I do.
"You want ME to call the cops?" the lady said at the bar.
"Yes, it's highly important, but we need to catch this guy," Nivens informed her after the plan was explained.
"You people are mad," she said. "But...I guess I'll do it. How do I know when to call again?"
"I'm emailing it from Alice's computer. You know the address. If you don't get the message...come to our funerals," he said.
"Or visit us in the mad house, whichever we get," Hatter added, almost cheerful.
"Well, I suppose we ought to know one another. My name is Susan. Sometimes, I'm called The Black Rabbit from my friends. It's an old name from my childhood," she explained.
"Nice to meet you, Susan. I am Nivens, otherwise called the White Rabbit," Nivens said, giving a small chuckle at the comparison of their nicknames. Susan's hair was black and she kept it in two ponytails. Her hair came down to the center of her back, Nivens noticed as she turned around from putting a number of glasses away. They shook hands.
"I'm Tarrant, but please, call me Hatter," Hatter introduced himself, then looking over to March. "That's March, at least, that's what we call him. He says random stuff a lot."
"I-i-i-t-t-t's ticking a-again," March said as he stared at his pocket watch. Susan smiled at his behavior.
"Well, good luck. I'll keep my computer on all night," Susan said as they were about to step out the door.
"Thanks a bunch," Nivens returned as he and his friends got on their bikes again. "Let's go."
They rode up until they reached a block away from the address. It was plenty dark now. The street lights were flashing in the streets. There was practically no movement on the block and the street lights stopped before reaching the other block.
"Think they bashed the lights out?" Hatter asked. The wind howled at them, only slightly, but it made the place creepy.
"Most likely," Nivens returned. "Have the tea?"
"TEA!" March exclaimed suddenly. "WHERE'S THE TEA!!"
"We left it in Nowhere. Keep yer voice down," Hatter scolded. Then, he gave Nivens a wink, telling him he had it in his bag. Nivens nodded. He urged them on to ride onto the shadowed street. Nivens led the way, looking back once and a while at Hatter, who was getting a feel for his new surroundings. March was merely riding for the heck of riding with them. He probably wouldn't know what was going on anyways. Nivens stopped, knowing this was the house. Of course, it was the largest on the block. He could see a small light coming from the basement part of the house. This whole place sent a shiver up his spine. His leg came down, allowing him to balance. He looked up at the house. It looked, dark, narrow, scary, and just plain creepy. Hatter stopped next to him, staring as well. March stopped, still looking around. Nivens got off his bike, parking it on the grass. The house was more large up close.
"Are you sure this is it?" Hatter asked.
"Yes," Nivens answered. "I know it is."
"March," Hatter said, snapping a finger to get his attention. "We need you to distract the men inside, 'kay?" he said.
"How?" March asked.
"With this," Hatter said, pulling tea out of the bag. March's eyes lit up and he took the bottle, chugging it. Once he finished, Hatter gave him another. Nivens went around to the side of the house, linking the computer to a power outlet. he disabled it, knowing it would take time to load.
"Is he hight yet?" Nivens whispered around the corner.
"Close," Hatter answered, popping another bottle then handing it to March. Nivens commanded him to wait under the porch until someone came out. He gave March all the tea and went to hide. He began rambling to March weird and strange phrases. He began to react in the same way.
"Best ticker fer da white queen. Ha ha!!!" Hatter threw out a spoon. "Spoon," March said. Then, March began doing things on his own, yelling and shouting out on the front lawn. A group of men came out from the front door, and that's when they began trying to catch March. He'd been drinking a lot of tea and he jolted around the yard. Nivens hid with Hatter, the lap top in hand. The lights were down, Nivens knew because he heard commotion inside.
"Get back here you trouble maker!" the men were yelling at March. March ran around the yard, giggling in his mad laughter. he shouted random things at them and they were getting irritated. Nivens watched the door closely, and peeked inside. There was no one there.
"Come on," he said to Hatter. They entered the mansion with caution and Nivens searched for a computer. There was no one there still. Hatter kept watch for others, pulling Nivens into a tight corners and once, a box, when he saw anyone coming. They were almost spotted a few times, but Nivens found the main room.
"Not many employees," he noted to Hatter.
"I'll say, we should go this way," Hatter pointed to the staircase that went downward.
"Hatter," Nivens said. "There are cameras everywhere. Once the lights come back on, we're done. I need to go that way," he pointed to the staircase that went upward. "I need to get the cameras shut down ASAP. You go. She doesn't know me, remember?" Hatter merely nodded, wishing his friend good luck. Nivens split up from Hatter, looking for that computer. Hatter went down the stairs, not sure if he could control himself. He saw there were many people guarding a door. He needed to get through that door. He searched his pockets, looking for anything he could use. The only thing he found was his tea pot.
"For Alice," he reasoned, and he splashed the tea out, getting the guards soaked. They were instantly searching for him, but he was nowhere to be found. He'd already slipped through the door. He'd used the tea pot to knock one of them out. The other came back, quite confused. Then, he asked the group to alert their boss. Hatter cringed, as he guessed who the boss was. He looked around. The place was a suer system practically. It smelt horrible, making Hatter gag in his mouth. Rats crawled the floors and there were a lot of bottles on the floor, accompanied by vials. They had no labels and Hatter saw what the room was used for. There was a wall, chains attached and blood smeared the wall behind it as well as the floor. There were little places where light was shined into the room, but hardly ever. There were even torches lit. He grabbed one of them.
A noise like a cry reached Hatter's ears and it was awfully close. He swung around, torch in hand, realizing another use for the place. The bars got his immediate attention. He walked closer to the bars, noticing the rust on them and the stains on the floor. He saw the figure in the shadows. That was what made the noise, he had a strange feeling about it.
"Hey," Hatter said. The figure whimpered more, sliding back. "I won't hurt you." He was trying to soft with it. In the light, he saw it was a person. He gasped when he saw the large wound on the person's shoulder. It was just a gap, covered in blood, unattended to. He couldn't tell the sex of the person. "Can you help me?" he asked, and the figure came closer, intrigued by his clothing. The person said nothing, but came closer, allowing him to see it was a girl. She wasn't Alice, for her hair was brown.
"Who hurt you?" he asked. The girl looked into his eyes. He felt a wave of sorrow and depression hit him in the heart.
"Them," she pointed to the door.
"Look, can you tell me who else is in here," Hatter said.
"Many people are in here," she answered. "I see you are not one of them. They are cruel and the boss is..." she stopped.
"You don't have to tell me about them. I want to know if you've seen a girl with black hair, blue eyes and most likely wearing a dress, also the color of blue," Hatter said. The girl nodded, pointing further down into the room.
"I only know one girl like that. Her name is Sally, wait no, Mal...no, oh give me a second," she stuttered. "Alyssa, Aubrey, Andréa, Alice. That's it! Her name is Alice. She came here a short while ago. Boss went quite hard on her, I think." Hatter didn't ask her what Alice looked like now. He didn't want to know, and he thanked her, telling her she would be out of here soon if his friend was successful. He ran down, whispering Alice's name over and over again. He got no responses. Many of the people in the cages were girls and Hatter grew worried. He came to one cell and the girl inside turned around instantly. Hatter stopped, looking at the cell closer. He put his hands on the bars.
"Alice?"
Note: Should I do a separate story for The Black Rabbit? I think her and Nivens would be kind of cute. Please let me know!!! And review!