She used to sit there with a cup of tea and her blanket and just stare at the web that began to form in the ceiling wall. She would stare at the spider that had begun to spin itself down on its web and sit in her lap, staring back with something unobtainable in its eyes. Whether it loathing, love, pity, a hellish fear, or formality, it would just look at her with all eight of its black whirlpool eyes. It wasn't something she felt anything from, she could care less when it made itself known...
but there was something. Something kept looking at her from the spider, as if the very spider was something more then just an eight legged arachnid that captured prey all day.
The spider came only when she had gotten so sick they knew it was the end of her, soon enough. Her black hair was falling in front of her face and when she reached out to put it back behind her ear, the spider never even moved a muscle. Sometimes she'd reach down and touch near it to see if it was alive, and it would just crawl towards her fingers quickly. She'd retract, afraid to touch it in case of poison, but it would just return to its certain place on her lap, on top of the blanket. She would put a strand behind her, and Manna would just look down and shake her head before moving to make her some soup to clear her mind. Duke would touch Manna's shoulder and sigh, then go to bed.
They both kept the lights off.
The only light in the house shone through the window she would sit in front of, a white crystal light instead of a light yellow. Sometimes water would paint the window and she'd reach out and touch the pane, watching water gather on her fingers. She'd always pull away though, no matter how hard she tried to withstand the cold.
The only reason it was cold was because of her blood, icy and thin, weaving through her body. It wasn't long before her blood would stop all together and she would be forever icy.
THE DAY SHE died was sunny and cold all the same. It was summer when the sun was high, letting in a yellow pale light. It made the room sparkle, and Aja's chair was empty, rocking by itself alone and slow. The day she died, only hours before, it was also the day she let the spider wander into her palm and sit there, patiently waiting and looking at her. It did not bite, nor move up her arm, nor stare. It just... stayed. Aja closed her palm, leaned back, closed her eyes, and smiled.
Her hand went limp and opened, only letting dust fall like stars onto the ground. It also glistened and shined like tiny diamonds.
And like that, she breathed her last breath.
The dust rolled over the floor and out the window to daylight, leaving no trace or remembrance of anything being there, spider or dust.
There was never a spider there in the first place.
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"The place is full of hallucinogens, watch what you eat." He told Angela, holding up a toadstool. Angela rolled her eyes and looked at him full on, eye to eye. "I wasn't planning on eating anything here." She said while crossing her arms.
"You can't stay hungry forever, you need the energy. If you want to survive here of course." He said knowledgeably. Angela just sighed.
"Sometimes things speak around here, like flowers and seemingly innocent things. Don't listen to them." Chase began to walk and Angela struggled to keep up, feeling the impact of her heels finally sending searing pain escalate up to her knees.
"Why? What do they say?" Angela asked obliviously.
"The say things, sometimes things like 'follow us' or 'eat me' or 'this way' and sometimes they sound so convincing they hypnotize people into taking their advice. Word to the wise, don't. You most likely will end up dead."
Angela nodded her head though Chase couldn't possibly see. "Hey, Chase, can we take a break? My heels are killing me." She said finally. Chase nodded his head and stopped abruptly, sitting down on a decaying log. Angela did as he did and just stared forward at the never ending black hole that was in front of them, in forms of tree like hands clawing at the air.
"If you listen closely you can hear them talking to someone." Chase said quietly to her, staring forward with no expression.
Sure enough, small, whisper-like voices softly called to someone on the path. It was sweet and alluring, it was obvious they were hypnotizing and beautiful. The called out little voices to the air around them, it almost seem like they were all one big thing from their in sync voices.
"Ovveeerrr heeereee, the next Alice is oveerrr heeerrreeee!" They whispered to whoever it was. They seemed to get louder with each voice, leading the person to her.
"She is over here! With the cat! Pretty kitty, pretty kitty! Purrrrr~!" They crooned to Chase and Angela with a pitiful wail. Chase snapped a branch before muttering 'I am not a pretty kitty...' and turning away. Angela looked at him worrisome from their impending doom.
"Do you think they're leading whoever it is to us?" She hissed at him. Chase frowned before whispering back "They seem like it... flowers. Traitorous things."
Arms of trees pulled back to allow whoever it was through with little hassle, bring back their evil claw-like hands and hissing. The green pollution had wafted and choked up air not too far away, leaving no living thing behind but trees and flowers. Not even the sound of birds had remained.
"She's so pretty! Such pale skin and deep eyes... the cat is so cute! Purr, purr, little kitty!" The called with sickeningly sweet voices. Although it seemed like they were nice and complimenting, an air of death hung tightly in the air.
"She'ssss sitting on a log! Over here! You're..."
a snap. The flowers grew louder, and louder, until it was beside them.
"Sssssoooooo..."
From the woods, a foot appeared with what seemed like pants full of blood.
"CLOSSSSSSSSE!" The flowers shrieked.
And the game of cat and mouse had begun.
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"Good luck, Alice." Cheshire wafted into purple and pink dust, lingered in the air, and then blew away into the woods.
"WAIT WHAT? CAT, YOU TRAITOROUS SWINE!" Angela yelled to him and could have sworn the flowers sweet voices laughed as the voice seemed to blow away like the wind.
"Hello, buddy!"
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"You know my name already, don't you? Well obviously, I was your best friend after all. Silly me." The twisted grin illuminated cat like yellow eyes. His mouth moved upward, not a smile and yet not a frown. It twisted into many words, like 'sadistic' and 'pitiful' and 'worrisome' and 'wanting'.
"You're so pretty. Much prettier then the last Alice, I may add." He wiped his blade on his pants, leaving a red-stained mark.
"That's not really a compliment considering she's dead." Angela whispered to herself, and he seemed to shoo it away from his mind as soon as she did. "But at least I look better then a dead girl." She said louder this tine. Luke just smiled again.
"That you do. Blood coursing through your veins, you seem like when you're carefree when you're happy. Terrible, because you probably never will be again." He said the last part to himself.
"And that's supposed to mean?"
"I'm a perfectica, Alice, I don't want to do this. It's the other side of perfectica talking. You're my best friend." He said worrisome now. Just as fast as you could smile his face twisted up an evil sadistic face, looking at her with greedy eyes. "AND NOW TO THANK THE FLOWERS!" He laughed loudly, and the small sweet voices laughed with him. It could be the end, it could mean the end, but didn't Gill say if I called him with every fiber of my being he would be here?
WHY ISN'T HE HERE?
Luke advanced forward to the small porcelain skinned girl, and she backed up again. This went on until she hit a tree, but the trees branches only swayed. He advanced forward again, only his smile growing larger with understanding: She couldn't run away, no matter where she turned. He advanced again, only a foot in front of her and raised his bloody axe. The sky cried, the trees swayed with no wind, the flowers screamed 'yes', the SEEMING crows cried out into the air with no one to listen, and finally there was a sharp and sickening clang hitting flesh and bone.
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So I wanted this chapter to be longer, but I decided to stop here at a CLIFFHANGER! Mwa hahaha SHOT.
So here's a teeny tiny question for all you Alice Is Dead fans,
What do you think happened?
Who do you think is more amazing and why?
At first when I asked the last chapters question I was like, "Oh I think everyone is going to be team Chase" but I found out holy crap there's a lot of Gill fans as well! WAOW.
So my Gaia is:
Marluxia Scythe
Marmar OUT, peace betches. :)