Ah, first of all I would like to thank people for the lovely reviews, it is really nice for you to take the time and tell me what you enjoy about the fic. Thank you very much.

Now, this chapter is just a little bit shorter than the last two BUT this is the kind of chapter that makes you go "Not a lot happened but God this is starting to make sense!" so I hope that can make up for the shortness.

Warnings: Just gore and possibly a decent amount of grammar mistakes but that's it! Enjoy.

Alfred smiled softly and sat on the stainless steel chair that was in next to the medical bed. He rubbed his hands together and leaned back against the chair before sighing softly. The figure on the bed moved and slowly sat up, wincing gently at the wound on his stomach.

"You shouldn't sit up, the stitches would re-open."

Kiku chuckle softly and rolled his eyes. "It is not the first time I got stitches Alfred. I'm fine, just a bit weak still but that's all."

"Well that's good to hear, so are you really feeling alright?" The American tilted his head, rubbing his lips together.

"Yeah, I mean as fine as I can feel with two holes on my stomach." The Asian male gave a soft laugh.

Alfred fought the urge to laugh with him and instead just gave chuckle. "That's good to hear."

"The doctor said I should be good to go in a couple of weeks, depending on how well my wounds heal, but knowing my body it shouldn't take long." Kiku knew, he knew something was bothering the American but he didn't voice it out, no. Alfred would tell him when he was ready for it, and really what else could it be but the attack in the interrogation room.

"Awesome!" The sunny blond grinned though the grin soon faded away and was replaced by a frown. "Kiku, I am going to investigate Arthur Kirkland, and I don't want you to feel, well, left out because I am not leaving you out of it or anything! It is just that…I can't wait. I really can't."

The brunette blinked a couple of times before laughed softly behind his hand. "Is that what was bothering you Alfred? Don't feel bad about it, I know I'm wounded and can't do much right now, so if you want to continue with the case for now and do some background checks then go ahead, just fill me in when you have the time."

"Don't worry! I will!"

Alfred stared down at the coppery drink in his glass. He gently ran one of his fingers against the rim of the glass before picking it up and gulping down the drink. The agent hissed softly as the drink burn his throat but then the soothing feeling came and it made everything better. With a light chuckle he set the glass down and waved at the bartender for another drink.

The agent was feeling guilty, guilty of the fact that he didn't mention Kiku about what happen when he was unconscious and his last encounter with Arthur. He knew it was vital to mention things like this to Kiku because he could help him out, but he couldn't do it. Not when the other was still hurt! No, Alfred was on his own right now and he needed to think of ways of solving this himself, and hopefully before Kiku would get out of the hospital so he wouldn't get hurt again. Maybe his boss was right, maybe he was right and he wasn't prepared to see people close to him hurt.

So now what was he doing? Drinking. It was so pathetic but he couldn't help himself, he needed to calm down and think things straight and so far the alcohol was helping him out. Tomorrow he was going to go to the FBI building and gather as much information as he could about Arthur Kirkland, he was sure there wouldn't be much about the guy since he only lived three years in the U.S but whatever he could get was good enough for a start.

With his thoughts straightened up the agent swallowed his drink once again and leaned back against his chair with a sigh. He never in his life regretted becoming an FBI agent, but in times like these he would miss his home state. California was one of the few places that were not completely screwed up and in times like these when he was out of ideas he really wished he could just take a fly and relax, but no, that was not possible.

"You look like something is troubling you."

Alfred chuckled softly and kept his eyes on his empty glass. "You could say so."

The new male figure sitting next to him chuckle and shrugged one of his shoulders. "You look home sick, are you not from here?"

The agent sighed softly and waved the bartender for another drink before shrugging at his new companion. "I am not, I moved here a couple of months ago but it is still rough to get used to." The American nodded and licked his lips before glancing at the other from the corner of his eyes without turning his head. The other male was wearing a black, expensive suit with a purple button up shirt and a black tie, but that was all Alfred could see without completely turning around and looking at the other. "But you are not from here either, your accent. It is pretty heavy."

The male laughed softly and nodded his head, crossing his arms over the bar top. "Yeah, I am not from here. I am just visiting because I'm looking for a friend, he gets lost easily and sometimes it can get pretty hard to find him."

"Ah, well good luck with that, people that get lost here usually are never found." Alfred nodded his head slowly, taking a sip of his new drink slowly.

"I'm not worried about him. He knows how to take care of himself. I'm worried of what he can do to other people though."

There was a long silence then and Alfred frowned a bit, his blue eyes staying on the ice-cubes. He wanted to turn around and look at the other but he couldn't. It was like if something was keeping him from doing so now.

"Yeah, he is out there somewhere or maybe he is back home. I cannot tell yet. But you see, I know where he has been, because I can smell it." The man gently tapped his fingers against the bar and then leaned a bit against the American. "And…you smell a lot like him."

Alfred's azure eyes were widening slowly as the other kept talking, he gulped and kept a tight grip on his drink without breaking the glass. "Really?" He tried to keep his voice even and without a hint of emotion.

"Yeah, you have come in contact with the madness and I would like to apologize on his name, for doing it so suddenly and without me. He is too crazy you see, sometimes he doesn't even know what he is doing. But you are a little bit mad already sir." The voice was smooth like silk now, but it was holding an icy edge that was making Alfred's hands shake. "After all, you can see me, when nobody else in this room can."

The agent twitched at the last couple of words and then he quickly turned around but there was no one sitting next to him. He swallowed heavily and rubbed his face with both of his hands but there was still nobody sitting next to him, something caught his attention from the corner of his eyes though and the agent frowned before turning his head. There was a book on the bar top, an old book with a leather cover that was dirty and scrapped all over.

Alfred reached for the book and picked it up before opening it and reading the first page.

'Wonderland'

The American licked and rubbed his lips together just as he reached in his pocket for his wallet. He pulled out a couple of bills and slammed them against the bar top. Alfred stood up and took the book with him and quickly moved through the crowd of people and tables in the bar until he was outside.

The night was cold and dark clouds were slowly covering the sky and the moon. It was going to rain, damn. The agent clicked his tongue and shoved the book underneath his jacket before pulling the zipper upwards to keep the book from the water in case it did actually rain.

Alfred sighed softly and shook his head, it was a bad day for not bringing his car, but then again he thought he was going to get drunk and was not going to be able to drive back home, but right now he wasn't even tipsy. He thought about taking the subway but after what happened last time he had tried to avoid using the subway. So that only left the bus and a taxi and right now he didn't feel like dealing with a crowd so he was going to wait for a taxi.

The blond stood on the corner of the block, his eyes glancing back and forth on the street but there was no taxi in sight, it looked like he was going to have to call for somebody to pick him up. With that in mind the American pulled out his cell phone and then pushed a couple of buttons before pulling his cell phone close to his ear.

The agent shivered a bit and stared at the fog that was crawling out of his mouth. It was a bit too cold for a fall night.

"ehehehehe…"

Alfred twitched at the sound of giggles and quickly glanced around him, his paranoia quickly picking up on him, and there was a reason for it. Across the street was standing the same damn boy. The Hatter was smiling at him with an umbrella on top of his head, which was just silly because it wasn't even raining yet. What quickly caught Alfred's attention though was the little boy that was holding on Arthur's hand.

The kid was wearing pajamas, blue pajamas with astronauts and spaceships and his eyes were closed but he was standing and holding tightly on the Hatter's hands.

"Nice meeting you here Mr. Officer, but I'm afraid I can't stay and chat with you this time. You see I'm in troubles, just a bit." The Hatter grinned a little bit and the forest green eyes switched to an emerald color almost like the flip of a coin. "So why don't we give you a gift, a gift, before we have to go and not see you. Just a gift, we hope you enjoy it Mr. Officer! Ah, but we're late, we're so late. What about our tea party!" The boy giggled and smiled such a sweet smile.

But what happen next happened so fast that Alfred didn't even had the time to put down his cell phone. The Hatter grinned at him with that sadistic grin of his before picking up the child by the arm and throwing it across the street. The child didn't even open his eyes, because he didn't even hit the ground, instead a car drove by.

Alfred shook all over when the car hit the kid, breaking the body and splashing blood across his face. The agent coughed loudly and stared at the arm that had landed near him before turning his attention back to the Hatter. The teenager's umbrella was blocking him from view and by now it was covered on blood, the red substance was slowly dropping down against the floor before the Hatter tossed the umbrella away with a grin.

"It was no good, no good. He was no good! Mr. Officer, have a nice night." The Hatter waved at the officer smiling at him before the very well known symbol began to glow under the teenager and soon enough the same dark hole appeared before the hands quickly wrapped around the boy, pulling him down and breaking the skin until more blood was spreading across the street. "Have nice dreams!"

The agent kept staring at the scene in front of him and then everything went dark.

Alfred's eyes snapped open and he quickly sat up before bringing one of his hands to his face. He was panting heavily and his whole body was covered on sweat. The blond moved his hand away from his face and swallowed. He was in his room and on his bed. Thank God, it had been just a dream, just a fucked up dream.

The blond slowly reached for his glasses on the night table but then frowned when his hand touched something that was out of place…something leathery. Slowly he turned his head and stared at the book that was on his night table. It was the book from his dream, it was the same book and now Alfred was able to notice the rose on the leathery covert and the small blood stains.

The agent grabbed his glasses that were next to the book and quickly put them on before turning on the TV. He switched through the local channels but there was no news about a tragic accident or the death of a child. With a sigh of relief the blond turned off the TV and picked up the book before flipping it open. This time he went to the second page.

'These are my personal thoughts about my experiences in this peculiar world. If you are reading this, then please do not let the madness consume you. Do not let it take over and over all, do not see the same things I saw. '

Alfred took a deep breath and closed his eyes before flipping through the pages. Everything was written by hand, and the drawings were hand drawn as well. The handwriting was messy almost like if the writer had been in a rush when writing it and ink spots where almost everywhere. The drawings were not the best art Alfred had ever seen but they were clear enough for him to understand them.

But…if everything had been a dream then how did he got his hands on this book. Alfred twitched and slowly got to his feet, he ignoring the small whining noises from the hardwood floors and instead moved towards the door of his bedroom. Slowly he reached for the door handle before quickly twisting it and pulling the door open.

Everything was wrong again. So wrong.

Alfred closed his eyes. He closed them tightly before swallowing and opening them again. Nothing changed. In front of him was a room, a room with nasty, rusty walls. Water damage was crawling all over and water pipes where moving through the ceiling. The light was limited by a single light bulb that was hanging from the ceiling. The floor just like the ceiling was disgusting, coated on dirt and mud and maybe water…and the smell, Oh god the smell. The agent quickly covered his mouth and nose with his sleeve. He fought the urge to throw up but he could feel his stomach twitching and crawling against his throat but he shivered and fought back the feeling.

On the center of the room was a chair. It was a medical chair for what Alfred could tell, the same kind that dentist would use. There was someone sitting on the chair and it caused Alfred to step inside the room. Step by step the figure was becoming more familiar. It was the boy, again the boy. Why the fuck was he seeing this!

The Hatter was sitting on the chair with his legs and waist tightly tied around the chair, his head was leaning against his shoulder and now that Alfred was able to take a good look at him he looked awful. The blond had blood all over and his clothes were ripped or what would be considered clothes since he was only wearing a medical robe. His body was once again covered on bruises and cuts with nasty infected wounds all over…it was then that the agent noticed it. The teen was missing an arm. One of his arms was gone and blood was slowly dripping down from the ripped flesh.

The sandy blond groaned in pain and slowly opened his green eyes. He shifted on the chair and whimpered in pain. Tears slowly rolled from the corner of his eyes and he bit down on the corner of his bottom lip. The green orbs glanced at the missing arm and he tilted his head back then, swallowing a painful scream. He kept moving on the chair, trying to get comfortable but it was like every move would bring pain and Alfred slowly reached over to touch the missing arm but his fingers didn't touch anything.

The Hatter sobbed and closed his eyes, his head hitting the back of the chair over and over. "Let me go, please…let me go. I…I…please. Please. I can't take it anymore. Please, what are you trying to do." Once again the voice was sore and shaky, the lips were trembling and even a light shade of blue. "Let me go…I-I'm going to go crazy, please."

Just then did the door on the other side of the room open and a new tall figured step in. The broad shoulders were standing proudly and then there was a snicker. "Oh my, wouldn't that be sad, for you to go mad. Wouldn't it be awful if you couldn't see your world anymore…horrible, tragic even. But you see, I can't let you go, no, no. Not until you are completely mad. Not until you are completely insane."

The figure behind the shadows took another step closer and the voice was just so familiar for the blond but he didn't know why.

"You must be as mad as a Hatter. You must be so mad that you are going to be sane, and you must be so mad that you would go insane again. You must, you must for I need you. Now, shall we continue then? Until you are mad."

Alfred stared at the figured and he could see that the tall male was caring something. It was a metal plate that he was holding with a pair of heavy tongs and what look like vapor was dancing on top of the plate. The man moved around and Alfred took a step back. "Don't worry I'm going to make the bleeding stop."

The sunny blond twitched at the sudden realization. The other was holding a hot metal plate which only meant… Alfred quickly closed his eyes and covered his ears just in time. A heavy, loud scream was heard and the agent could hear the teenager trashing around and screaming nonstop. The smell of burnt flesh quickly hit him and he couldn't help himself but to cough and gag. The urge of throwing up was coming back but he couldn't, not now.

Alfred opened his eyes and stared at the medical chair again. The Hatter was twitching and trashing against the chair, his eyes were rolling to the back of his head and blood along with saliva was crawling out from his mouth, slowly foam was starting to form before the figure stopped moving and just laid there. The body kept twitching and the eyelids were still open but he looked unconscious. Slowly Alfred turned his attention to the smoke and he noticed that the metal plate was underneath the boy's ripped arm that was now sealed by burnt flesh.

The other male figure was now on top of the light though and Alfred noticed that the other was wearing a doctor's robe but his head was leaning down, staring down at the body on the chair making him unable to see the face of the doctor.

"Don't pass out so quickly, you are always rolling your eyes but they usually come back. Don't make this such a boring game, flick your eyes open before I pull them out and show them to you." The figured was now shaking with laughter and he was burring his face against the teenager's neck. But he soon pulled back and then turned around.

Alfred felt his heart stop and his breathing caught in his throat, his whole body began to tremble as he shook his head back and forth, his glasses slowly falling down against the ground.

In front of him was…him. Himself. Icy blue eyes were staring back at azure orbs and for the second time Alfred felt his whole world being wrapped in darkness.

It was dark, darkness was so common in this place now days, but even though it was dark he could see everything around him. The darkness was like a fog that was just clouding his vision and keeping him from seeing the real light. He could see the color of the trees, grass, flowers, water, birds, everything…but it just looked so dull and death.

Heavy, leather boots dragged across the dark ground, collecting all the mud and grass until a thick layer was surrounding the sole of the boots. But the body kept moving, ignoring how the flowers were hissing at him, snapping their teeth and trying to reach to bite him for dragging his shoes across the garden. The roots of the flowers were even slowly wrapping around his legs trying to keep him on place but he just kept walking, ripping the roots and ignoring how the plants began to whimper and hiss in pain.

Forest, green eyes slowly stared down at the long table that was waiting for him. The large Victorian table was adorned with a dark, green table cloth and all sort of different tea pots and cups where on top. The chairs around the table were all different, but they were all the same dull, green color.

The Hatter stared at the table before sitting on one of the simple, wooden chairs. The table was so big, and with so many seats but there was no one else there. Some of the tea cups were covered on dust and a couple of seats had spider webs all around them.

"So Alice, why don't you have another cup of tea?" The teenager whispered softly as he stared down at the cup of tea in front of him.

'But I haven't had any, so how could I possibly have more!'

"You mean how you could possibly have less!" There was a light chuckle and the boy gently flicked the teacup, then he gently smacked it before picking it up and throwing it and soon he was standing up again before flipping the table over, sending the tea cups flying and crashing against the ground. Some of the chairs fell over, the wood breaking against the ground as well.

"Ah, the Hatter is upset."

"Upset he is indeed, so upset, so upset he may lose his head."

"Lose his head, lose his head? Oh my, that would be lovely, where would he put his hat on then?"

"Maybe on his neck!"

"But that wouldn't be a hat then! It would be a tie!"

"Oh! You are right, you are right!"

Emerald eyes widened this time and the Hatter turned around with a giggle. He smiled amusedly his eyes widening before he rocked back and forth on the spot where he was standing. "Dum and Dee, where are you! Don't be like the kitty and hide, it is sad enough that I don't seem to be able to find anybody to have tea with!"

"Silly, silly, we are right here."

There were giggles behind the Hatter and slowly his shadow began to wiggle back and forth before a hand crawled out from within his shadow. The hand gripped tightly on the ground and soon a head was popping out and then a torso and soon enough a full body was standing behind the Hatter.

The new boy grinned, his pastel, green eyes wide and shaking. There were dark bags under his eyes and his blond hair was sticking out in all sorts of directions, except from his bangs. The male was wearing normal black trousers with a red button up shirt and a black tie that was loosely hanging from his neck. A death rose was adorning his left pocket.

"We have to follow you, we have to follow you." The new blond said with a grin before stepping away from behind the Hatter to stand in front of him.

"Yes, yes, you see, you see, the kitty is upset with you, upset that you keep leaving without him!" The Hatter's shadow began to move again, and another hand crawled out from within, this time it was a white gloved hand that the other male quickly took a hold of to pull out another body. A girl came out, a blond girl with the same messy blond hair and bangs. She had the same pastel, green eyes as well, but she was wearing a pretty Victorian dress that would reach her knees. A corset was tightly secured around her waist and long, white socks were covering the rest of her legs and accenting the pretty leather shoes she was wearing. An umbrella was on her right hand but it was shred to pieces, there was no cloth or anything just the wires that were keeping the umbrella's shape.

"Where were you?" Dum, the male twin said.

"Yes, where were you, where were you! You are leaving so often, so often, it is weird, it is weird!" Dee tilted her head and snickered, one of her green eyes widening before a wider grin spread across her face.

"Ah!" Arthur tilted his head and grinned before licking his lips softly. "I was out there, playing games, playing silly games! I was bored, oh so bored, I thought the bored was going to eat me up, not that it could of course not, because how silly would that be, to be eaten by your own bored! Silly, silly!" He snickered and tilted his head.

"He is lying, he is lying, why is he lying sis?" The male twin tilted his head, glancing over at the girl that was standing next to him before turning his eyes back towards the hatter.

"I don't know, I don't know. Maybe he is hiding something, or maybe he is too mad for us to understand, too mad. Maybe we should be madder!" She grinned and licking her lips slowly as her eyes began to glow, her hair was slowly becoming messier and her skin was becoming a sickening pale color.

"Madder you say, madder than the mad Hatter? Why that would make us so mad we would become sane, so sane!" The other twin grinned from ear to ear, his eyes glowing the same color before his hands grew larger, claws slowly forming as his eyes became bigger.

The Hatter just grinned a little bit, though his eyes were widening and his pupils were slowly shrinking. He giggle, and then snickered before laughing and tilting his head against his shoulder. He wrapped both of his arms around his body as his body shook. "Madder than the mad Hatter! That is just not possible, No, no, no! Not at all. You see we are so mad we became sane, and after we were sane we became mad again!" The emerald eyed male laughed louder, causing the twins to stare and tilt their heads as their body turned back to normal. "So be madder than me. I like games, let's play games, I want to play a game…why don't we play a game." The voice was dark now, and the grin on his face was growing bigger as he took a step towards the twins.

"ahahaha, don't hurt them. That would be so upsetting."

Arthur's eyes went back to normal then, the emerald color dulled down and he turned his head before giggling.

Sitting on one of the chairs the hatter knocked over was a white haired male with violet eyes. He was smiling and tilting his head while leaning his face against one of his hands. The black suit he was wearing was spotless, along with the purple button up shirt and black tie. Slowly he stood up and tilted his head against his shoulder, the smile on his face never wandering off. "They were just doing what I was asking."

"Kitty!" The Hatter snickered and moved towards the other before walking around on circles around the cat with a grin. Just then though he jumped on his back, wrapping his arms around his neck and legs around his torso until he could rest his chin on top of the other's head.

"Why? why? Why are they following me! I don't like shadows, shadows are little fakes that follow you around and cling to you from your feet! But if they are clinging to your feet then maybe you are the one dragging them but nonono! I don't like shadows." The hatter whined and clung a bit harder against the tall male.

"Well, you were wandering off on your own again, we don't want that. What if you get lost again?" The cat glanced back at the other as much as he could. His violet orbs glowing a little bit as he spoke and a light fog appeared to be crawling out from within the orbs.

"It's okay. I was just playing games! I was so bored, so I had to go and find Alice by myself! You were all busy, all busy, ignoring what you were supposed to be doing!" The Hatter huffed a bit and jumped off of the tall male.

"But now I'm back, so that means we can go back and get Alice."

"Alice, Alice would be back. Yes, yes, it would make me so mad I won't be able to be sane ever again!"

And this is also the kind of chapter that makes you go "Shit is getting serious."

Lovely Vash and Lilli make up the crazy twins and Russia is the cute kitty.

Thanks to Mira again and for all of the people that are keeping up with this fic.

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