Chapter 15 and this is one of my more serious chapters. I hope you like it, I loved writing it. Enjoy!

For a moment Alice was too shocked to move or to speak, then realization hit and she started kicking and slamming her fists against Stayne's arms. He was obviously surprised but why she was doing and dropped her immediately, only to grab her by the arms again and pin them to sides, while she kept screaming at him, after finally finding her voice.

"Let me go!" Alice screamed, struggling as he pulled her closer and eventually picked her up off the floor, her feet kicking nothing but air. "Let me go right now, you monster!"

"Miss Kingsley, relax!" the man yelled, pulling her farther away from her aunt who was struggling just as hard as Alice was. "We need to get you out of here before you get hurt."

"The only one who'll hurt me if you!" Alice hissed, desperately trying to turn and face her aunt. "Put me down!"

"Don't you realize what a danger you're in?" Stayne asked, in a quick voice. "You were about to get stabbed by your own aunt and you don't even realize it, do you?"

"What are you talking about?" Alice demanded, and Stayne shook his head, walking back quickly until they were both in the hallway and the door to her aunt's room shut, separating Alice from what she needed to know so desperately. "That man is going to kill her! He has a knife!"

"A knife that he took from your aunt," Stayne told her seriously, releasing her from his grip and staring at her with a hard glare.

Alice took a step back, leaning against the wall for support while her breath left her in short gasps. "What?"

"Your aunt had a knife in her hand." The knave in disguise told her. "I saw her pull it out when you two were talking. You were facing me, but her back was to me and I saw her pull it out of her jacket. She was going to hurt you with it, I just knew it."

"She wouldn't have," Alice whispered, her hands balling into fists at her sides. "I know she wouldn't have. She would never hurt anyone!"

Aunt Imogene could never hurt anyone, Alice thought surely. She wasn't even mad, just misunderstood. But Alice understood her and she was probably the only one who could.

"Oh really?" Stayne asked doubtfully, the eyebrow above his good eye raised. "Are you even aware of where you are, Miss Kingsley?" Before Alice could answer he told her. "A psychiatric ward. For mentally unstable people and your aunt is a patient here with good reason too."

"She isn't crazy!" Alice snapped, taking a step forward. "You of all people know that, don't you?"

"Oh, I would, wouldn't I?" Stayne asked with a teasing tone. "Do you want me to tell you that I agree with you? That I know that the place, the people the entire world your aunt speaks about isn't just a figment of her imagination? A truth instead of a lie that she's been pleading people to believe since she was just a little girl? That she isn't just a mad and confused woman but has been to another world beyond anyone's imagination? Because I think we both already know the answer to that."

Alice was dumbstruck, and furious.

"It's your fault she's in this place, isn't it?" She hissed. "You couldn't just be glad that Mirana spared your life, could you? You made your own decisions, you cut of Iracebeth's hand and you followed her as the red queen because you were too much of a coward to fight for yourself." Alice shook her head. "And you came here, to lead me back, to torture me until I would break, but why? What could you possible want from me? An apology?"

"You really don't get it, do you?" Stayne asked with a smile. "I want you to suffer. Suffer like you made me suffer. Strapped to that wretched woman, waiting months, years go by until you finally returned so I could exact my revenge on you and every one of those bloody idiots you call friends. I want to see you squirm, Alice. Because by the time I leave this pitiful place, you're going to be just like tour aunt in there." He smiled gesturing to the door. "A confused, twisted and broken woman without a single person left in her life except the ones that everyone thinks she'd made up."

Alice shook her head. "You know that won't happen, Stayne. I'm stronger than she was. I know Underland is real and I know I will be able to save it, because it needs me. And nothing you do will be able to stop that."

Stayne grinned at me, and looked up at the small window that was implanted in Imogene's door. "Well, we'll see about that." He turned to leave, but before he did, he paused and said over his shoulder. "Alice, my dear, it seems your aunt is trying to speak to you."

Alice whipped around and ran to the window of her aunt's door, peering inside as she watched her aunt struggle, her mouth forming words but nothing being able to flow through the sound proof barrier of the door. Hesitantly, Alice reached for the door and pushed it open every slightly, but it was just enough for her aunt's screams to pass through.

"It's real!" Her aunt's voice was shrill but still piercingly loud. "Its real, I know it! You have to find it! Find it, find it, find it! Look behind it! Behind the place you rest your head, forever more will sleep your secret cloaked in red! Forever more, forever more!"

Alice shut the door, and took a deep breath, but all the oxygen in the world couldn't help her as she slide down against the door that held her aunt hostage and buried her face in her hands. Because there were four facts that were inescapable and true running through her mind.

Aunt Imogene was insane.

Alice believed her and was almost killed.

Stayne was never going to stop until she suffered like he had.

And the one person that she felt could help her had taunted her, scared her and lied to her not twenty four hours earlier.

Again, I loved this chapter. Writing for crazy people is fun! Especially when they might not be crazy after all, but probably are. I mean, are you as confused as I am about the whole rhyme? Probably not cause I know what it mans. ^ . ^ Good luck finding out! Review please!