Black Kitten Chara: This has to be the most random chapter you will ever read. The second part is not as bad, but the first part is a hallucination in Lucy's mind, so of course I made it confusing and crazy!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Hollow Fields or American McGee's Alice!

The Queen's last words were: "There is no method in this madness!"

"My professional opinion, madness is often a treatavle disease... though, perhaps not in this case." Dr. Whitfield once said to Diana.

The Queen's first words were: "Authority must be obeyed, or it must be overthrown!"

"Cruel to be kind. That is my technique, as they say. But she is mad as a hatter, poor dearie." Nurse Witless once said to some new nurses.

Then came over voice, an older man speaking, "...worst is over, and over, and over. Forget it, Lucy. Forget it!" She was the swinging key, shaped as the symbol for Venus, over her eyes as everything went black.

Renwick Ayslum had not change a bit; not at all. The padded room was dirty, covered with mold and a smal lrat roaming in the corner. The lights were dim in the room as usual, not a soul being able to see clearly without some kind of alternative light to help. The room stinked of high hell, with the once white padded walls, ceiling, and floor now a disguisting shade of yellow and brown.

Her head was shaved and her eyes appeared very tired and slightly out of focus, with what appeared to be black tears running down her face. The rim of her eyes were puffy as if she had been crying. The straitjacket was a single pieced white item of clothing, which resembled a dress. The upper half had been tied with brown leather belts, which made her unable to move her arms and it was worn in such a way that her right shoulder was exposed. The bottom of the jacket was loose, letting her walk around barefooted, if they let her walk outside ever again.

"Can't distinguish reality from illusion. Remember your last journey? An elephant never forgets where she left her trunk. When travelling by train, a valise... never bigger than your head. I may be wrong, Your Grace, but I doubt it. Down this path of primordial ooze... and..." Dr. Whitfield said, speaking to both women in the room.

Nurse Ratchet nodded her head. "Indeed Doctor, wel demanded, I'm sure. I mean to say... it's... very hot in here... mean to say... fuzzy? And she is not helping. Oh no! No help at all!"

"Humiliation, I say. I approve your release and back you come like a bad penny. Reputation in ruins! People talk, dear! I'm an old dog burned to the bone... Don't you know? Loyalty... you must never run away from home." Dr. Whitfield continued on as he straighteen his coat. "Stay, Lucy! Sit!"

But a flash of white light erased them from her vision.

With them gone, she stood up wobbly and began walking to the open door. She was walking to the sides, her barefoooted feet touching the blood-covered floor as the dim lights shining down on her shaved head.

She walked out into the hallway, the lights destoryed and the floors covered in blod. The doors she walked by had people being tortured inside, by leeching or the electric chair or by trepanning. That is why the floors always ran with blood; they never stopped the tortures, so more people died and more blood painted the ground.

As she continued down the hallway, she found Brick and Berck carrying her stuffed rabbit to one of the rooms to be tortured. But as she turned the corner to save her only toy, they were gone and nowhere to be seen.

Yet she continued down the hallway until she came upon the main room for trepanning. Then her body ached and she whimpered in nothing but utter fear as her vision went blank.

She was sitting on the chair for trepanning, her mouth hanging open numbly as the Tweedledee slowly worked the needle to his headgear of Lucy's head to her skull. Tweedledum stood behind them, laughing and talking badly of the girl to a faceless nurse.

"Why, isn't old 'what-is-her-name' from the idiot's ward?" Tweedledum laughed cruelly.

"Yeah. It's Lucy. Uncle's prized lunatic." Tweedledee said as he continued the needle towards her skull.

Even without a face, she still felt the nurse smiling as the nurse said, "The instruments are gruesome. But a hole in the head gives troubles more space. Just the thing for your "stone of madness". Good for seizures too, I bet. You must be sick as I am hearing you whine about them?"

Then she opend her eyes to find ehrself alone in the room, blood splattered against the walls and floor and ceiling, which had huge needles drilling into it. She smiled at the appearance; it reminded her of the one time she saw trepanning, when the needle drilled into a man's skull and blood covered the entire room.

She walked out of the room and back into the hallway, mindlessly walking side to side as she came upon the next room at the end of the hallway; the room for leeching, where a single bed was there.

Her body ached, her mind went blank, and she saw nothing but a bright light as she moaned in misery.

Now, she was laying on the bed, stiff as a board with the frozen expression of pain painted on her face.

The faceless nurse was back, with her sugar-sweet voice saying "Some mental conditions are relieved by blood letting. Doctor won't be affective against your symptoms, but I am at the end of my rope, and these leeches need the work."

She could see the Twins hovering over her, holding the leeches and smiling at them with glee like they had just discovered them.

"A baker's dozen, nurse. Let me put them on her." Tweedledum said.

But Twedledee interrupted his brother as he said, "No, me, me! I can make them hurt!"

As soon as it started, she was back on her feet, now in a room with leeches crawling up the walls and blood dripping down from the ceiling. But all she could remembered is when she watched a friend, one of the few she had, get leeched and die from the loss of blood before her very eyes.

She stummbled back into the hallway, blankly staring out to the distance as she continued her journeyless quest through the asylum.

Now, she came to a room that did not bring her any horrid memories with her as the lead; all she saw was Brick and Breck standing on the floor in the upper right corner of the room, as the Twims stood upside on the ceiling on the lower left corner of the room. Both set of twims ignored the looney girl who just walked into the room.

"Which way is up, and which way is down?" Tweedledee/Brick asked his brother.

"I was going to say-" Tweedledum/Berck

"Your prayers?"

"Don't interrupt. If I can't-"

"Go to the lavatory?"

"Maddening"

"Yes, you are. But what am I?"

"I'll give you-"

"A present? You shouldn't. I have nothing for you."

Then she started walking to the other side of the room, trying to block out the rest of the conversation. It was dragging her already low sanity just by the way they were talking. But she as she left the room she heard...

"I defer to your enormous arse, your Worship. Just a cox-comb... a catacomb.. The Cat... a felix feline..." Tweedledee/Brick had the nerve to say.

But his brother didn't understand as he said back, "What cat? Where? Is th fox among the pigeons? Sly devil!"

She was back in the quiet, dead hallways as her feet made a pitter-patter noise on the floorboard. She continued her walk down the hallway until she came to the final room, the waiting room. A place she never had anyone who cared for her waiting to see her, and a place she never thought she would see in her life.

As she sat down, a different person appeared next to her, whispering softly yet determined, as if they were trying to prove their horrid words.

The first was a man she knew, but could not place her finger on. He looked... younger. "Come now, Lucy. Am I not to be as much honored and obeyed as the Queen? Is that asking too much? I want what she wanted. Give yourself over to that. Trade the tentacles for the train. It's altogether a better ride. It is that or a life at Renwick's."

Then it was Nurse Pris Witless. "Never a kind word, or a reward for services rendered. Don't I deserve a bit of luck? Don't piss on what's right and owning to me, I say. I will bring you out of the asylum... But you stay on your own accord!"

Then it was Nan herself. "I told your mother, dear. You're a distant and stubborn child, too content in her own world. Young women need to leave their Wonderlands. The real world is not wonderful. You will need to grow up. Perhaps more time in "care" will break that child-like spirit."

Finally, it was Kaioh. "You look decent enough, but appearances can be false. I know you as an unstable and violent person. I can't say that I am surprised that you are still in this asylum. A long stay under more watchful eyes will serve you right."

They were all gone now, with her getting out of the seat and walking to a set of open doors. As she walked through this new hallway, her vision began going in and out, like she was looking through a disturbed puddle of water.

The new hallway was white, covered in fresh blood. She passed a victim of the asylum, him screaming at the sight of her and waving his arms around. She continued on as she came upon another victim, in the same straightjacket as hers while he banged his head against the blood-painted walls. She still walked on, finally coming to a door, where a stiff man stood with his mouth sewn shut nd his sewn eyes looking at the ceiling.

Then she walked through the door.

~0~

The rain fell down in a heavy downpour, especially over at Hyde Park. The fog had come in and was thicken over the park, where adults take the children on normaly sunny days. But now, all that was there was a the huge oak tree that held an old swing set and the only street lamps in the city whose bulbs did not go out when lightning struck.

Except for there was a girl, standing under the oak tree. Her clothes were soaking wet, her eyes no more than lifeless orbs as she slowly awoke from her hallucination. Her grey sweater and blue jeans stuck to her curves as someone walked behind her and grabbed her from behind.

"LET ME YOU, YOU DAMN BASTARD!" Lucy screamed on the top of her lungs.

The attacker did not let go as he grabbed her hands and pinend them behind her back, keeping her fists from hitting his face. He forced her on to her knees on the muddy ground, kneeling down himself as he pulled down his hood.

"Lucy, stop hitting me!" Claude hissed in her ear.

But that wasn't enough.

Within a second, Lucy used her strength to throw him over her and on to his back on the ground. He quickly got up for his face to meet Lucy's feet, causing his nose to break as he grabbed her ankle and held her in place. As he straggered up, he was thankful that she was wearing pants and not a skirt.

"Listen to me at least!" The brunette begged, slowly putting her ankle down back to the ground.

"No! Leave me alone!" Lucy cried as she kicked him the stomach, then swung her arm around so it would hit his cheek.

Claude was caught off guard as he staggered back and held both his right cheek and his stomach in pain. But he didn't have time to think, or even react, as Lucy pushed her body against him and he fell against the cold, wet grass.

Then he felt Lucy's fists come in contact with his chest, her screaming filling the air. "JUST LEAVE ME ALONE! WHY CAN'T YOU UNDERSTAND THAT?!" That comment made him angry now, so he grabbed her wrists as he kicked his legs to get up, but Lucy was too heavy even if she looked thin.

So, he did the only logical thing; he pushed her up with his feet, then he turned them around where he was on top. She landed hard on the ground, her face wrinkled in pain as she felt a pair of legs straddle her waist and a pair of strong arms holding her arms down. She looked up to see Claude, trying his best to keep the wild girl down.

But while she was trying to get up and beat this Irish boy to death, she didn't notice that he was looking at her in a different but almost loving way.

Looking down at her, with her ample chest going up and down right above his legs, he couldn't help see the struggling girl's face a little more closely; her fierce blue eyes, her flushed cheeks, her tangle red locks laying all over the ground under her, and how full and supple her lips were, wet with rain.

Like he was in a trance, he did probably the one thing that could kill him; he lowered his head and pressed his lips against hers.

He felt her struggle, but he pressed their lips harder until she became submissive and returned his kiss. He felt her curl her right hand against his chest as her left hand found his hair. He pushed his hands harder on her hips and pressed his chest against hers, not feeling her fight back. He bit her lower lip and groaned a little as she grabbed his hair tighly.

It stayed like this for what felt like forever... Then, before he could notice the change, he felt her tongue break through his lips and enter his mouth. Shocked at first, he quickly fought against her for dominance. He won, of course, slipping his tongue into his mouth as she gladly complied.

He heard a low moan growl in the back of her throat. He opened his eyes for a split second to her eyes fluttering open and close, her chest quickly rising and falling against his own. A smirk played on his lips as he rubbed her hips hard, hearing her gasped as he stroked her sides in almost a teasing manner.

They broke apart after a second, and for his sudden action, Claude felt her hand slap him across the face as she swiftly kicked him between the legs, ending the romantic moment and getting him off of her at the same time.