Here's Alice 2, Neku as blue because that was his spirit colour. He is also the one most into music. I don't know if I explained it, but Joshua was 1 because he had killed before and would probably have the least regret about doing it again. Besides that is spirit colour is pink and that's close enough even if they did have red.
The second ALICE was a blue one. This ALICE was a small, slim boy with orange hair and pristine blue clothes. Around his neck he wore a pair of light blue headphones which seemed to stream the music that sounded in the background of his wonderland.
His eyes were the brightest shade of blue that anyone in the dream had ever seen which is how the boy received his name as the blue ALICE. He was a resident in the dream's world. He wanted a peaceful life away from his family and the world and he had been bough here. It had been his choice and one a choice that he had made years before now. This is why he was shocked when he was approached by the child he knew was the maker of the whole world of the dream. The child made his way over to Neku in a slow fashion. He walked in slow steps and dragged his feet around like a child would. When he reached Neku the older male turned to the child and pushed his hands into his pockets.
"Yes?" He asked with a sigh. He had asked to be sent to this world to be alone, not to be interrupted by the dream every few weeks like had been happening this year. He now knew the child's tinkling high voice too well, but would never tell the thing that he dreamt of the time he would be left alone.
The child tipped its head to the side in thought. It was as if he didn't know what Neku was asking him
"New ALICE!" The child shouted as he smiled at the boy with his too wide too childish smile. Neku stared at him with a blank expression while the child just giggled and clapped again and again.
"I can't be an ALICE. I wouldn't want to turn out like that last guy," the boy said with a shudder. He shoved his hands deep into his pockets and buried his face in a high collared shirt he was wearing. "Too bad!" The child sang as he skipped away. "I need a new ALICE, I need someone to play with!" the child told the older boy before it faded. Neku tried to follow it.
"W-wait..." He called as he reached a hand out to try and catch the child but a pain caught him in the wrist causing him to recoil and pull his arm towards him. On his arm, blue seemed to trickle out of him. He wiped the fluid away to find the shape of a diamond underneath. He smiled as he looked at the diamond but didn't know why he was happy to see it. His ALICE mark. The ALICE mark stung like a new tattoo but the boy decided to bear it. The mark was suddenly important to him.
Neku decided, after a short deliberation, that it was time for him to go to work in the town centre. He didn't really have a job, but he sang for money in the town nearest to him. Every day he would walk down to the town, sing a song and gather the money the people would give him. People always waited for him to come to the town and they always wanted to hear the same song. To Neku, singing the same song made him feel annoyed; it was monotonous and too normal for the boy. He saw the people as simple for liking such a song.
On his way into the town Neku had to walk through the long grass of a meadow. The small hill that was covered in long swaying grass and beautiful blue flowers always called to him. It was his favourite place to go in the whole of the land. He used to just sit in the field with his headphones and chill out with the music he could hear but a few months ago that stopped when he suddenly lost touch with the music. Even if he couldn't hear it now, he still would've liked to sit by the patch of silken blue roses and watch the butterflies that used to float around again.
From the hill, he could see the town and loved the feel of the high grass that tickled his legs as he walked. He kicked something hard in the grass as it swooshed past his knees. When he looked down, he saw a metallic blood stained gun. The orange haired boy didn't know why he did it, but with a shrug he picked up the gun and placed it in his pocket. He didn't tell anyone he met that he had it. He just ignored everyone he came across while the gun burned a hole in his pocket from the weight and the blood it held.
In the town centre he started to sing his song. Today he didn't want to sing his normal song and decided that a different one would be better.
"A different song?" A small child asked. She wore her long blue hair in pigtails. The boy nodded as he jumped to stand up on a bench so everyone could see him.
"The second Alice was a frail man of the Diamond.
The broken echo of the lies within demented words.
He sang his twisted melodies to all in Wonderland.
Creating the image of the sick and the disturbed." Neku paused for a minute as he thought about the lyrics that had come so quickly to his head. A smile spread across his face. It was about him. He was singing about himself. The crowd around were all frowning as their singer let out a loud maniacal laugh.
He was an ALICE. He sang to too many people to count. His melodies reached everyone. Another laugh of pure insanity bubbled from the boy's lips before he started to sing again. The mothers around him all looked worried. They touched children's shoulders or held their hands in order to know the child was there if they needed to make a quick escape.
"Deadly yet so beautiful, a voice just like a rose." He sang arrogantly as he plucked a red rose out of the hair of a mother standing near to him. The flower wasn't red on purpose, he could see the marks where the flower had been coated in blood and then it had dried.Seeing the blood made the smile drop from the mad man's face. He wondered what his blood looked like; he wondered how it would feel to lose his life… with that he pulled out the red painted gun from his pocket. It was warm in his palm and weighed just the right amount in his hand.
Somewhere in the crowd, a woman screamed. Others were just taken aback and stepped away from the singer who was clearly losing it.
"He was shot by a madman, who silenced him to death.
He left a flower blooming sadly red
With a twisted grin, this dying man breathed his last breath. ." He sang. His smirk was back after it had crept onto his face while he was singing. He saw a few mothers clutch their children close to them as he held the gun to the side of his head. He pulled the trigger as soon as he had taken his breath and the brain of the man who had once sang to many lay splattered across the cobbled floors of the town square in a spray of tiny chunks. Blood splashed around the chunks too and as the boy fell, blood seemed to flow out of his head like a river and off the bench he had fallen on and down into the cracks in the cobbles.
The death caused mass panic in the crowed.
Mothers screamed and held their children close while couples panicked and ran in the opposite direction also. The only one left standing was the grinning little dream.
The dream walked over and picked up the boy who had gone mad. His eyes were shut but the giant hole in the side of his head told you that he wasn't sleeping.
"oh dear, I thought you were a promising ALICE, I guess you didn't understand that you could go mad from realising your fate," the small child said. With strength it shouldn't have, the child carried the body to the meadow outside of town where his second ALICE used to sit. Immediately the blood still pouring from his head bathed every one of the blue roses a deep crimson red. All roses except for one were ruined. This was the rose that the child had picked.
"Nibanme ARISU wa otonashiku.
Uta o utatte, fushigi no kuni.
Ironna oto o afuresasete,
Kurutta sekai o umidashita.
Sonna ARISU wa, bara no hana.
Ikareta otoko ni uchikorosarete.
Makka no hana o ichirin sasake,
Minna ni mederare karete yuku." The dream sang as he plucked the blue petals. He scattered them over the wide eyes and face splitting grin of the mad boy before he disappeared to find another ALICE that would stay in his home and maybe not get itself mad.
"I wish they were more secure in their own heads… maybe the next one will be better…" he said as he faded away into the black.
Since that day, the blue ALICE's body had never been found by anyone. He had been forgotten and to the people around, the roses had always been red. The grass was so long they couldn't see the rotting maggot infested corpse that lay beneath the green stems.
The blue ALICE was completely forgotten in the end.
All done! Maybe another tomorrow or the next day!