CH.3: Wonderland's New Foreigner
Bright sunlight was turning the inside of my eyelids a fleshy red. I lazily slapped my arm over my eyes and rolled over. A voice sounded above my curled form. "Hey! She moved just now!" The voice was rather deep, obviously male, but due to my barely conscious state, for once I didn't give a damn. An almost robotic version of the previous voice made a snarky comment. "I can see that dumbass. At least now we know the bitch is alive. Flip her over check her face." Then I felt a large hand on my shoulder, probably trying to flip me as the second voice had commanded.
When the man tried to flip me, my instincts kicked in. People have really got to stop waking me up. It's dangerous. My own hand shot up and got an iron clad grip on the mystery mans wrist. I kicked out my leg to the approximate area where the man was standing. He went down with a shout of surprise, as I used his weight as he was falling to leverage myself up to my feet. Then I planted my foot in the center of his back and twisted his arm behind his head. NOW I was awake and pumped. I glowered at the figure beneath my boot, not that he could see it. I was hoping he could feel it though.
"Who are you, where the hell am I, how did I get here, and… what the hell is that on your head?" I shouted, noting the bizarre clown-like hat he'd been wearing. "Way to fu***** go Joker, you found a psychotic bitch." The second voice from before seemed to be coming from nowhere. I twisted the man, Joker's, arm harder. He winced and twisted his head to look up at me, though the angle didn't give him a good view of anything but the side of my earthbound leg. "Miss, I understand that you are confused. If you would be so kind as to let me up, I'm sure I could shed some light onto your predicament."
I gave him a suspicious glare. Being pinned on his stomach, it was a little hard to pull many traits from him. But because he had twisted his head around, I could see his profile. From what I could tell, he was rather tall, early to mid-twenties, shaggy yet short wine red hair with matching eyes. I could also see that he was rather attractive… and wearing weird clothes just like everyone I'd meet since that damn white haired freak showed up.
"Are you gonna let us up or not, bitch." The ghost voice rudely prompted, snapping me out of my analysis. My eyes widened and I jerked the man's arm again. He gave a polite smile and said, "I will also explain who keeps insulting you." That alone was worth letting him up. I removed my foot from his back, keeping my grip on his hand and helping him up to his feet.
Once he was up, I backed away and gave his front side the usual glance over. He was indeed very handsome, even the color of his hair and eyes seemed to blend right in with his bizarre attire; which included an eye patch. WTH was with people and eye patches all of a sudden? His lone eye widened at the site of the girl who had pinned him so easily. The ghost voice started laughing. "Nice Joker! You got your ass handed to you by some half pint little bitch!" The voice continued to laugh as I swung my head every which way, but found no one but the 2 of use.
I glared accusingly at the man, presumably named Joker. Joker gave another polite smile and said, "Well first, I should answer your first questions. As you've most likely figured out already, my name is Joker. This," he gestured to the forest that I had only just noticed around us, "is Wonderland." I almost blacked out again. "As to how you got here, I'm guessing that you're a foreigner and that you followed a white rabbit down the rabbit hole. And this," he pointed to his hat," is my hat. I am a ringmaster after all."
I massaged my temples, now aching from the new information. "O.K got that. And the disembodied voice?" I prompted. Joker pointed down to the small white mask on his belt. I gave it look that probably read as 'are you crazy?' "Sup, bitch." I almost jumped out of my skin. Indeed, the voice seemed to be coming from mask. Joker chuckled at my reaction. "Miss, I think I might be able to explain better if we go somewhere more accommodated." I gave him a wary look and nodded slowly. He smiled and held out his hand. "I believe you never gave me your name Miss." I contemplated giving a fake name, but ruled that out because I was probably just dreaming.
"C.J Thourn. And what's his name?" I ask, nodding to the mask. "It's Joker, whore." My eye twitched at the foul name, but I shrugged it off. "Wait, you're both named Joker?" I ask. "Yes, well, I suppose I'll explain that as well when we reach our destination." And with that, I took his hand and he led me to god knows where. I was firing question after question, with always the same answer; when we get there.