So. Much. Dialogue. My brain was going to explode while writing this chapter and it doesn't help that I hit my head against a wall by accident earlier during the day. I had many things to say when thinking about uploading this chapter and now all of those many things have vanished. I blame it to the hit on the head, or just the fact that I get distracted too easily and forget crap too easily.
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The white marble floor was shining with beauty, the red, velvet walls were decorated with different paintings and portraits. The high ceilings had wonderful architected arches with thousands of different hearts painted as the ceiling decor. Large pillars would occupy each corner of the big palace. The floors where partly covered with a red carpet with golden edges and tiny red roses next to each other. The big windows where letting in little to no light because of the black curtains that would mostly cover the glass.
It smelled of roses, the heavy perfume was everywhere, even on the smaller corners where the mouse would hide. There was a light fog everywhere, a red mist that was adding to the richness of the palace. But the halls and rooms where nothing compared with the throne room, not at all. The throne room was larger than any room, with beautiful pillars that would reach the high cathedral like ceiling. The checkered tile was only decorated with a large rug that would start from the big wooden doors and end towards the throne. The room was also adorned with different sculptures, very familiar sculptures although some appeared to be broken in pieces.
Two shadows moved around the floor, and giggles were soon heard. The two dark pools wiggled and twitched before ink appeared to be spitting out from within the two shadows just to leave two twins standing on top of the red rug.
"Ah, our lovely Queen. Our lovely Queen." Dee smiled brightly and bowed down like a good little lady before moving over the floor with a snicker. "We have news, we have news. Would you like to hear it, or would you like to read them!"
Dum giggled softly, his pale green eyes widening with excitement. He opened his mouth to say something but blood crawled out instead. He coughed loudly and covered his mouth with one of his hands. The blond laughed though, and tilted his head against his head making the wound on his neck visible. A large bloody grin was spreading on his neck that had been sewed shut with just safety pins.
"Silly brother, silly brother. Don't go opening your mouth when your throat is already smiling!" The girl laughed softly, her eyes full of sadism before she ran her fingers across her brother's neck to gently tug on the pins. "Let's play again after this, the Queen wants her news, her news."
"Silly children, torturing each other would bore some after a while, wouldn't it?" The voice came from the throne.
"No, no, no! Of course not, Dum is silly and is always trying to win but he always loses, always does, so he won't stop playing until he wins, until he wins." Dee giggled and gently leaned her head against her brother's shoulder.
"What are the news that you have though?" The voice was kind and soft, but there was a heavy feeling of smoothness hanging from it.
"It's about the Hatter, the Hatter and the Kitty! Oh my the Kitty is back too! We saw them, right Dum?" The blond female turned her attention to her brother and the male twin nodded his head.
"The Hatter and the Cat are back then? How rude of them not to visit me, after all I am their owner. They should come and see me and only me. That's why they have eyes right? What other reason but to see me." The voice hissed out.
"Ah, but you see, you se-" Dee was cut off in mid sentence when a knife was roughly stabbed on her throat. The hand quickly moved over the skin until a long lash was across her neck and blood quickly splashed out.
"You see you see!" Dum said this time, giggling as he pulled out the knife from within his sister's throat. The wound on his neck was gone and he was able to speak properly again. "The two are thinking about doing something, something big. Queen, Queen, Queen, the cat and the hatter are looking for Alice themselves! They are doing it, they are doing it behind the Queen! "
There was a long silence. No noises at all and suddenly long thorns crawled out from the ground and stabbed the two twins in every direction. The sickening noise of flesh ripping as heard and the two twins were now hanging above the floor, the thorns keeping them suspended from the ground as they stabbed their limbs, head and torso.
Dum coughed out blood, one of the thorns had managed to stab through one of his eyes, and go across his skull. Dee whimpered softly, staring down at the thorn that was going through her chest.
"Those two are looking for Alice uh…Why? We don't need any balance do we? We don't need any of that. I am here. I am the owner; I am the one that can control everything. Why would they want balance when I'm letting the madness spread through both worlds. Wouldn't it be great, wouldn't it be lovely if both worlds were nothing but madness!" The figure sitting on the throne stood up.
A male figured smile as he stepped down the steps, his golden wavy locks were gently brushing against his pretty porcelain like face. The two violet pools that were his eyes were glowing in an almost crystal clear kind of way. The golden glasses on his face were gently decorated with red. The Queen of Hearts was wearing red trousers with black pockets and black edges. Black leather boots with red laces would reach his knees. A button up white shirt with red buttons and open sleeve cuffs was loosely hanging from his body as black suspenders gently hang from his hips. A short black tie with a red heart was around his neck and his fingers were filled with all different types of red and black rings.
The Queen sighed softly and shook his head. One of his hands gently reached over to touch the twins face. "Why would they want that? Isn't it mad, isn't it useless? Aren't they happy that we are finally becoming one with their world. How horrible. I really like the Kitty and specially the Hatter but if they want to play games…then I would just have to cut off their heads, after all if their eyes are not on me, then they don't need them."
The twins just coughed up blood and then laughed.
"You two, along with the Caterpillar and the March Hare, go get them. Now." The once smooth voice was now hateful and cold.
Alfred rubbed his lips together as he tapped his fingers against the leather covered book. He was staring at the screen of his laptop and was sitting on his living room. He had decided not to go out for the time being, at least not until he was sure of when he was hallucinating and when reality was actually happening. A quick phone call two days ago let him know that he indeed went and visited Kiku but the bar and the encounter with the Hatter had all been a dream.
The agent decided not to over think anything though, instead he opted for the safest solution; not going out. The first day the blond ordered food and relaxed, nothing happened. The second day was the same and now he was finally gathering enough strength and sanity to do something. He didn't touch the book in those past two days, he tried to forget about the book for at least that period of time, but now, now the American was searching for the book online but he couldn't find much about it.
Alfred found a couple of websites that talked about the book and how it was prohibiting selling the book after the late 1800's. He couldn't find an article of the reason or any of that, but the book he found was not the same book, in fact it sounded more like the finished product and the book that was in his hands was more like a rough draft, brainstorming even.
Maybe it was time to open the book and read it. Maybe it was time to face the fact that something strange was happening, something that he couldn't explain. So with that in mind the agent opened the book and flipped through the pages until he was on the roughly made index. It looked like it was added to the book after it was done.
Azure eyes scanned the index with curiosity. He realized then that the index was not divided by chapters or any of the like, instead it was divided by names or thoughts. A name quickly caught his attention, and without a second thought the blond flipped through all the pages until he found what he was looking for, right there, on the top of the page the title of the chapter was; The Mad Hatter. Underneath the title was the rough drawing of a man with a top hat, that was holding on a tea cup and was wearing very messy clothes. The person on the drawing looked different from the Hatter that Alfred knew about but it was for sure the same person.
The agent chewed on his bottom lip and began to read what was underneath the picture.
'Today after Alice took me to met the Cheshire Cat. The cat took us somewhere else. Apparently Alice is unable to find this place by herself, she told me that she always gets lost when trying to find this person, the cat whoever is able to take her to where this individual is.
I found it very odd. So far Alice has been able to take me everywhere she wants so I can meet all of the people in Wonderland. This is the only time she has asked for help from somebody. Yet when she speaks of this Mad Hatter she acts overly excited and happy. So, why is that she can't find him on her own?
The Cheshire Cat took us to a garden where a tea party was taking place. There, sitting on a large chair was the Mad Hatter. He speaks nonsense, more so than anyone else I have met so far, but for Alice everything appear to make sense, even though even the Cat appears to have problems following him sometimes.
He makes riddles he has no answer for, he speaks about how mad he is but at the same time how sane he is. The Hatter is cruel but he is extremely nice to Alice. He appears to have problems sharing his tea though, because every time we are about to take a drink he screams that we have to switch seats.
Everything feels odd though, too odd. It's like they are hiding something, like if they are putting up a show for me, but I have no idea why.
He said to me. "It is okay if you do not understand, for you must be truly mad to get us. Only mad people can walk in between mad people. Because only mad people can understand each other" but I am not mad, so how did I end up here?'
Alfred frowned and rubbed his eyes with his fingers. This book was like a journal but how was this going to help him when nothing actually made sense for the author himself and to top it all up the people there appeared to be not acting like themselves, because the Hatter he had met and the Hatter in this book sounded like two different people that were just alike.
The book was also confusing because it kept talking about another world, another world that was connected to the world that Alfred knew pretty damn well. Apparently not everybody could see this Wonderland but the people in Wonderland could enter his world and leave whenever they pleased. That was truly bothering the agent, because that meant that more of these psychos could come and kill more innocent people.
The blond sighed in frustration and leaned back against his chair. Slowly he flipped the pages of the book back and forth, his eyes idly staring down at the pages before something caught his attention. Alfred frowned softly as he turned the pages back until he was starting at the figure of a cat and right there, next to the edge was a business card. He picked it up and brought it close to his face, his blue eyes quickly taking in the card.
The business card was white with a huge grin on the center of the card, below the card was a name 'Ivan Braginski' and below the name was a phone number and address. The blond blinked a couple of times and then flipped the card over and he snorted at the irony. "Toy company uh?"
Whoever this Ivan was it was pretty obvious that he was asking Alfred to look for him and why wouldn't he? After everything that had happen he just wasn't scared of all the madness that he could find, no not anymore. He was tired of these psychos games, he was sick of it and he was going to get to the bottom of everything and find a solution, because he was one of the few that could keep people safe and he was going to make sure to accomplish his job and what he enjoyed doing.
And really, what was he going to do? Go to the direction of the Toy Company and demand to speak with Ivan? How silly did that sounded, how silly was that.
This how Alfred found himself one hour later sitting on a waiting room with a pretty secretary asking him if he wanted a drink or food. The blond refused politely and with a smile.
"Mr. Braginski is almost done with his meeting, please wait a little bit longer." The secretary smiled again and left the waiting room to sit on her desk and get back to work.
Alfred gently tapped his fingers against his own knee as his eyes explored the room he was in. What caught his attention the most though were the odd paintings on the walls, they all looked like splashes of color all over that didn't make sense at all! The agent was never going to be able to understand modern art, well good thing he didn't care much about art anyways.
The glass door of the waiting room was pulled open again and the secretary smiled. "Mr. Braginski is ready to see you Mr. Jones." She motioned him to follow her with her head and she took him to a room with another waiting room and even a TV, though this room had another pair of double doors on the other side and these doors were not made out of glass but solid wood.
"That is Mr. Braginski's office, just walk right in, he is waiting for you." With another Barbie smile the secretary turned around and went back to her desk.
The American glanced back at the woman and sighed softly. Well it was time, now he was going to see if his idea was a good one or a bad one. With that in mind the blond moved across the room until he was on the other side of the room and his hand was holding on the steel handle of the big door. He pulled on the door hard enough to let it slide across the floor before taking a step inside the office.
The office was modern, too contemporary for Alfred's taste but nice none the less. Stainless steal chairs, decorations and book cases were neatly accommodated all across the room. On the middle of the room was a small coffee table with two couches opposite from each other and at the far end of the room was a large desk and it was the only other piece of furniture that was made out of solid wood. Sitting there was the same bar he had met before at the bar, except his shirt was a different shade of purple and Alfred was finally able to see his face.
The silver-haired male smiled at him, his chin resting on top of his hands. "Ah, Mr. Jones. I'm glad you could come and meet me."
"Why did you leave that card in the book?" The agent went straight to the point, after all they were not friends, and there was no reason to start a friendly conversation with this guy.
"So straight forward, why don't you take a seat?" Ivan motioned with his hand at the chair in front of his desk. The smile on his face never waving off.
Alfred frowned a little bit and after thinking it over he nodded his head. He walked across the room but stopped when he noticed another figured in the room, laying down on the couch. The Hatter was on the couch, curled up on a small ball and with pillows almost all over him while he clung to one. How was Alfred able to miss this before? He had no idea.
"What the fuck is he doing here?" The blond glanced back at Ivan and narrowed his eyes.
"Ah, the Hatter? He is taking a nap as you can see. He was tired and so he fell asleep there. I told him to sleep somewhere else but the poor thing was so tired he couldn't move and fell asleep there. " Ivan nodded his head, his smile growing a little bit bigger.
Alfred growled softly and sat on the chair in front of the silver-haired male. He was glaring at the other now and didn't look so sure about Ivan anymore. "He killed hundreds of children, how could you talk about him like a freaking human being." He hissed out as he pointed back at the sleeping hatter.
"Don't be silly!" The Cat laughed softly, shaking his head. "He didn't kill them. He can't do it!" He snickered this time his grin growing a bit wider. "The Hatter would just kidnap the children, I was the one that killed them. Each one of them, well with one exception, that one was eaten by the caterpillar!" The violet eyed male grinned a bit more and his violet orbs were glowing and cold mist appeared to be crawling out from within.
The agent stared in horror at what the other was saying. Both of his blue eyes were wide as the other kept smiling at him with such an innocent face it was hard to believe he could harm that many people. Even Alfred refused to believe it, just like with the Hatter but why? Each time these people talked about killing they sounded so innocent, so naïve and guiltless. All of this would toy with the blonds' mind, making him believe that this wasn't possible.
"You are insane…" The sunny blond whispered, his voice low with disbelieve.
The Cat just gave an amused smile and leaned his head against the palm of his hand, his child like stare showing joy and sadistic amusement. "What is being insane for you Mr. Jones? What exactly is being insane? Is it imagination things? Is it being cruel without remorse? Hallucinations? Voices? Mood changes? Are all of those things the description of an insane person for you Mr. Jones?" The silver haired male stood up and moved around the desk, his hands deep in the pockets of his trousers.
Alfred just blinked a couple of times and frowned, his eyes following the man as he walked around the desk. What was he supposed to say? That for sure sounded like somebody that was insane for him, that much was obvious.
"What if that's not being insane Mr. Jones?" The cat snickered softly and this time he sat on the couch next to the sleeping hatter. "What if the people that you consider insane are just ahead of you? What if they just opened their eyes to something that they couldn't see before? What if those voices are real but you just can't hear them, what if those hallucinations are actually happening but you are unable to see them?"
"That's impossible." Alfred frowned and turned his chair around to be able to face the other once again.
"It isn't Mr. Jones." Ivan chuckled softly, and gently ran his fingers through his own hair. "You are just blind. All of the people that you consider insane or crazy are just seeing another part of your world. They are seeing our world. The world that is behind the shadows of your own, the land that you can't see unless you are mad. You see, in order to see and be in Wonderland you must be mad because in there you are going to be walking among mad people so how could you understand them or even consider looking at them if you are not a little bit mad yourself?" The cat tilted his head, and then glanced at Arthur that was squirming a bit before turning around to face the couch and bury his face against another pillow.
"But I don't want to walk among mad people." Alfred said softly, his eyes slightly wide once again.
"You can't help it, we are a little bit mad." The cat smiled from ear to ear. "You see fractions of our world each day. Everybody in this world does, the problem is when they become mad and want to be part of it…they can't. So then they live in your world seeing our own in each and every corner, seeing us living our daily lives."
"Our world is the responsible for all the paranormal stuff that is happening in your world. For example Aliens and all of that silly stuff. People being kidnapped and such…well you see, we get bored of being always in our world, so sometimes we decide to come to your world to play around with you guys and you can see that sometimes we get out of hand." Ivan laughed softly, tilting his head back against the couch as he stared at the ceiling. "Ghosts, haunted houses, and such. It is all us. Monsters under your bed, or inside your closet. Witches, vampires, and all of those things. All of it, is only us."
Alfred shook his head and rubbed the bridge of his nose, he leaned back against his chair and swallowed heavily. He could feel a headache forming on the back of his head and it was reasonable, all of this information was being given to him and it was like a slap on the face. "You can't be serious…"
"Oh but I am Mr. Jones. I am, I truly am being serious, so serious I can't stop smiling."
Alfred truly doubted the man was unable to smile but he didn't say anything. "What do I have to do with all of this? Why is The Hatter following me and why are you telling me all of this?"
The Cat rolled his head against his shoulders and turned his attention back to Alfred.
"Everything has to do with you. Mr. Jones, have you notice how the crime rate has increased in your world? How people appeared to be capable of doing the unspeakable lately?"
The agent nodded his head like if it was pretty obvious. He was working for the FBI after all and he knew how bad things were getting. "Yeah, the crime rate has increase in the last twenty years, why are you reminding me of this?"
"The reason for this is…our Queen Mr. Jones. He is well, he is losing it. You see our world is kept in balance because of Alice. Alice is the one that is able to keep the balance in our madness, but without her around then we can be as mad as we want, we can do as many things as we want! We can be completely and utterly free to do whatever we want…but Mr. Jones, we are not meant to be free because madness is not meant for humans to live through and the tin line dividing our worlds can easily be broken." The Cat sighed softly, his violet eyes looking a bit tired despise the smile on his lips. "Our Queen is trying to merge the worlds together, so we can be free to roam around both worlds without consequences so we can all be mad together! Wonderland went crazy with the idea, because it was so exciting but some of us know better Mr. Jones. We know your world is extremely different from ours, it wouldn't be able to hold the madness we live in, or be like Wonderland."
Ivan leaned back against the couch once again, his fingers lazily playing with his tie before he tugged it loose. "We need Alice to keep the Queen at bay and we need Alice to keep everyone in balance. Without her we are nothing but unbalanced satisfaction. We are like a ball of snow rolling down a hill, we keep growing bigger and bigger and bigger and then we crash and fall into pieces." The Cat licked his own lips and stood up then so he was standing in front of the agent, his hands once again deep within his pockets. "Which is why the Queen doesn't want us to find Alice. Which is why she is keeping us from finding her."
Alfred swallowing heavily, taking in all the information. He wanted to say that he didn't believe him, that he couldn't believe him that Ivan was crazy and was trying to make him insane as well, but the way the other was saying it. He sounded so truthful. No hints of sarcasm, lies or jokes. The blond closed his eyes, and sighed softly, his headache was getting worst now and he could feel his brain pounding against the walls of his skull.
"But you see Mr. Jones, Alice is not a kid at all. I like kids, but Alice is not a kid, in fact she is too old to be a kid." The cat smiled softly, tapping his index finger against his chin. "All of those kids were like little distractions for the other people in wonderland that knew what we were doing. You see we can't trust anybody in there, so we made a distraction…we decided to make it seem like Alice was still a child or a teenager, when in reality she isn't. Just so we could keep the real Alice safe. It was The Hatter's idea too, he is a very smart little guy."
The agent stared at the other, his upper lip twitching as his eyes went wide. "Smart? SMART! You are telling me all of those kids died for nothing! That all of those kids were nothing but a distraction for you two fuckers to find your fucking Alice! Fuck! You said you like kids yet you kill them! What kind of fucked up logic is that!" The blond stood up, glaring daggers at the man in front of him, both of his fists were shaking as his temper began to raise.
"Now, now, I said I like kids not that I can stand them. Those are two very different things." The Cat laughed softly, not at all intimidated over the fact that he was making the FBI agent angry and he looked ready to punch him at any minute. "You shouldn't be so angry though, af-"
"After all, all of those kids died to keep you safe, so safe that the queen wouldn't be able to find you. So she wouldn't take you away from me ever again." This time it was the Hatter's voice that echoed through the room. The teenager was standing behind Alfred with both of his arms around the agent's torso as he rubbed his cheek against his back with a soft purring noise.
Alfred glanced back at the blond and he swallowed heavily. "W-what are you talking about? You don't mean, that's not possible!" Azure eyes were wide with shock and he quickly shook his head, sweat running down from his forehead.
"But it is, Mr. Officer, you are my Alice. My, my, my Alice! All mine." The Hatter buried his face against Alfred's back. "I did it all to keep Alice safe, to keep him away from Wonderland! So he could grow up and be safe, so safe the Queen wouldn't be able to get him, nononono, not at all! And I kept you sane, so saaane! I didn't let the madness get to you, nonono, I just made you a bit mad so you could see the kitty, so you could see our world again." The sandy blond grinned, his grin green eyes widening with excitement as he stared at Alfred. He was holding on Alfred's shirt with both of his hands, not letting him go for a second.
"But I am not crazy! I can't be this person that is not me, how…I.." The sunny blond was at lost, he didn't know what to say and for some reason his body was getting so cold, so cold he shivered and wrapped his arms around his own body.
"It's alright if you are confused, we all are after being reborn." Ivan said with his smile and lightly rocked back and forth on the spot where he was standing. "When we die we are reborn in the human world, and the only way for us to return to our world is to see and accept who we are or to become completely mad until our old self can take over and we can become one. It is really hard to kill us and we don't truly age, in fact we can take any shape we want, look old or young or even like something that only appears in your nightmares." The cat giggle at that and closed his eyes. "There is only two ways we can die. One way is tragic, we basically kill ourselves, we can become so mad that our body is not able to stand it and just shuts down and we die. The second way is for us to be consumed by another person in our world, you see…cannibalism is not frowned upon in Wonderland." This time he laughed and shook his head before turning around and moving back around his desk to sit on his chair.
"The Hatter loves you so much though that he didn't dare to drive you insane, instead he wants you to open your eyes yourself. You can open your eyes and see what is truly happening or you can keep staring at the shadows that you live in. In your little safe world, in the world that turns its back to everything else." The silver-haired male gently tapped his fingers against the table in front of him, his smile growing a bit bigger. "And everything would end, you could be the one to stop the crime for sure, the killing of innocent children would stop and everything would be back to the way it is supposed to be. Everything. Only if you accept to be Alice and only if you accept who you are and let The Hatter show you, after all he knows you better than anyone else." There was a dark tone in Ivan's voice that Alfred didn't catch, neither did he noticed how the smile was growing bigger and bigger and how the violet eyes were glowing more and more.
Alfred didn't notice any of this because he wasn't facing the Cat and neither was he facing The Hatter. So he also missed how the sandy blond was grinning from ear to ear, how his eyes were turning dark again except the green orbs and how his eyes were shaking and his irises where shrinking until they almost looked like the eyes of a cat. He missed everything, he missed their reaction because he was too busy considering what the two were saying, because he was too buy thinking of how he could finally put a stop to everything, all that was happening was because he was not in that crazy world and if he needed to be there to keep his precious world safe then he would. He would do it.
"I…I'll do it." The agent's voice was a bit shaky when he said it, and he gulped softly after doing it. He was shaking a little bit but giving a determinate look. "I'll do whatever is necessary to keep this world safe, to keep it like it is meant to be and to keep people like you..like..us…away from it!"
The Hatter laughed then, he laughed and pulled back and his laugh was dark. It was sending shivers down Alfred's back so he pulled away and turned around to face the teenager. The boy was shaking with his laughter, his head was tilted back and he was staring at the ceiling with wide, trembling eyes.
"My Alice would be back, yes, yes! He would be back and we can finally have that tea party , we can finally be together!" The Hatter giggled this time and he turned his eyes towards the blond standing in front of him. He grinned again, his emerald orbs glowing as a dark fog appeared to be crawling around his body. The teenager looked paler than before and he was twitching, rolling his head and his eyes looked so full of madness that Alfred was afraid that maybe he did something he shouldn't have. Arthur gave a twitchy grin and he took a step forward, one of his eyes widening while the other narrowed.
"So now, I can give you your memories back Alice. I took good care of them, so much care. I kept them close to me, always close to me. I would play them over and over again in my head just to see you, just you, just you. I can give them back now though, because they are yours and they are driving me so mad!" Slowly the Mad Hatter reached for the sunny blonds' face and brought it down so Alfred's face was at eye level with him. "All of your memories." The hands were cold but so soft and were caressing his face with such tenderness that Alfred couldn't believe those hands belonged to such a mad man.
"So you can be my Alice again." And the Hatter leaned in and kissed the agent, but the kiss only lasted a couple of seconds because soon enough a dark, shadowy hand was crawling out from within Arthur's throat and it slipped inside Alfred's own body. The teenager's eyes went completely black, as his head was forced back by the strength of the hand. A purple fog was slowly appearing around them and was soon enough consuming the whole room.
Alfred screamed against the hand, his eyes were now glowing and were completely white while a silver fog began to crawl around his form and was now competing against the purple fog. The agent's glasses fell off and broke against the floor and slowly he could feel his body changing, something was twisting inside of him and that feeling was spreading all across his body and although it was weird it was also welcoming like if he had been waiting for this his whole life.
The shadowy hand came to an end and disappeared inside Alfred's body before the purple and silver fog began to crawl inside of his mouth as well. He could feel his body lifting from the ground and his feet were lightly suspended above the floor but things didn't come to an end, not even after all the fog had crawled inside of him.
Because the sunny blond was now seeing flashes of his life running across his eyes and some of them were images that he did not recognized…
"If I had a world of my own everything will be nonsense, nothing will be what it is because everything will be what it isn't. In contrary wise what it is it wouldn't be and what it wouldn't be it would. You see" - This fanfic follows the wonderland logic...so who actually believes what the kitty and the hatter said? Maybe some is true, maybe it isn't.
Our dear Matthew makes up the Queen of Hearts, oh my! And uh...I was too lazy to re-read my own chapter but I will as soon as I have time, so sorry if some stuff is not clear enough, maybe I would change it later on after I re-read it myself.
Reviews amuse me.
Thanks to Mira again and thanks for putting up with such a long dialogue. Also Ivan's last name is a bitch to type over and over again.