Seven is the devil's number :)
WARNING: This chapter has mature adult content and is not to be viewed by readers under 14, Sex references and attempted rape ;P viewer discretion is advised. Sorry, always wanted to say that.
Mindless Self Indulgence: Straight To Video BIRTHDAY MASSACRE REMIX
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Scream, I love to hear it.
Your fingers will move to your buttons on your plaid shirt. When did you change into plaid? You weren't wearing plaid just a second ago...
I said scream.
Your mouth moves and your back arches into air. You're on fire, he thinks it's lust... is this lust? Is burning lust? Is this all lust, and you're convincing yourself otherwise? He smiles, and somehow, you don't feel so comfortable.
I love your body, the way it moves...
Hands travel places forbidden. Not your hands, his. He looks at your face for any sign of... what? Pain? Pleasure? Wanting? Longing?
I want you to like it too, you know.
You can feel him in you. It's sickening, you're being torn in half, but in his blue eyes the only thing you can see is blood on your face. Blood?
Why do you always have to be so DIFFICULT?
His hands travel down your hips and he pauses at one point where they curve. He smiles and breaths in like it's a drug, your skin, your touch, your voice, your smile, it's all drugs. Drugs in your mind, drugs on his hands. Drugs pulsing through your veins that he wants, he needs, he lusts over.
I treat you like a princess- I only punish you when you deserve it.
He's thrusting and panting and gasping over and over. All you can do is stare at the ceiling until it's over, and you'll put yourself back together and he'll go to the couch like every time to leave you in pieces that he breaks every time, just to see you sad. He's happy though. He's always happy.
Are you trying to make me mad?
You feel him in you. He looks at your face. You make a face, or a sound, maybe both, so he won't hurt you anymore. Maybe he'll just leave you alone, maybe he'll be pleased you did something, and maybe he'll just walk away.
You know I love you. I know you love me too.
His words force themselves into your mind, your mouth, your brain. They lodge themselves like worms wiggling over and over, smiling razor sharp teeth and all.
Why else would you moan like that?
Sporadically your body arches into his, and he smiles. You feel something you've never felt before, welling inside you. But it's a good feeling this time. You feel him release inside you and you want to vomit. It's vile and disgusting, and... and...
Scream.
It's murderous, cold blooded revenge.
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The sky was blue. Crystal blue, the kind that makes you happy to be alive. Not a cloud in the sky to be seen and the trees were an emerald green. Hundreds of feet in the air, they hid themselves with those branches to shy away from the world, as faeries danced in the air and dew drops fell off the leaves and smiled as they fell for the final time. Fall, smile, splatter.
Angela's small body sat in the cats lap and played with faerie wings as they flew past with smiles and hellos. Her smile made the world a more beautiful place. The cats arm curled around her small 5-year old body and held her tighter with whispers and sweet nothings. She giggled, she played, she was free. Of course the mad hatter was the least bit pleased she was gone, and Chase knew this very well. Instead he sat on the large 5 feet across branch, one of the many beauties of Wonderland, and told stories and jokes. He could hear the Mad Hatter's thoughts already, screaming at him. Angela pushed back her headband and looked at the leaves for a bit.
"Cheshire?" She whispered. The cat opened a purple eye and stared at her. He stared at her for a second before whispering 'what' and he frowned.
"Gill says you're a bad person." She said again, a little bit louder. Faeries giggled in the leaves and flew past, doing tricks with beautiful wings and hair flowing perfectly.
"And?" He asked, annoyed Gill told her this, but then again mortal enemies has it's problems.
She kissed his cheek and he smiled as she stroked his hair. He purred, and mentally thought she would be his forever. He could keep her here, in Wonderland, with him. If only she would comply...
"I don't think you're a bad person." She said louder, with a smile, and she laughed. He closed his eyes and savored every laugh and scent. Her big brown eyes looked into his purple ones and he licked her cheek (a cat's affection) and she laughed.
"I love you Angela." He muttered. He wished just once she'd look into his eyes with all the love she had in the world, and just say those simple lines just once...
"I love you too Chase." She said once and kissed him. He kissed back, and she meant every word.
I love you too, Chase.
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"She's mine"
"No, she's not. She's mine. We already made that deal, when she comes of age, she would be mine, and I would own her... last time I checked you were never in the picture."
"You can't own somebody."
"I own you, don't I?"
Gill stared at Chase as he held his tea cup, hiding a smirk that Chase saw through. He opened his mouth to show his teeth and stepped forward. Gill moved his hand, and black ends of spears outlined his shape. Chase just closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. Gill whispered something like 'I own you' and they disappeared from sight.
"Let's make a deal." Gill said abruptly. Chase's ears flickered backwards and a grin spread across his face like an impulse. He purred quietly and said "Deal?"
"Yes. Deal. If she returns to Wonderland, you can marry her." Gill's spoon spun in the cup without touching it. Chase's tail twitched nervously.
"And what do you get from it?"
"If she comes, Cheshire, you can marry her. However if she loves me more, I can keep her to myself. Deal."
The Cheshire Cat's ears flattened and his frown twitched downwards.
"Deal"
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Step, step, step.
Welcome to Wizard Gale's.
The last two words were scratched out multiple times. Above it, the re-written words.
Welcome to NO SERVICE.
There was no light in the small home. The paint had worn away, and in return, left what seemed to be a faded pink and purple on the roof and walls. A lantern hung outside the door, and swayed with every invisible breeze. She closed her eyes, and turned to look at the path she strayed from, and the trees swayed. A black figure of a wolf ran by and looked at her for a moment, it's golden eyes staring into hers. Now... or never?
Taking a long stride she pushed the door open with the last of her energy and slammed the door behind her, just in time to see the wolf running towards her, screaming something along the lines of no! You don't under-
Her hands felt the splintering wood under her fingers, and felt splinters digging into her fingers. She silently swore, and turned to face her refuge for the night. She didn't remember the last time she slept, but it felt like days. The home smelled like coffee, a comforting smell she hadn't remembered in a long time. A small bed pushed up to the corner, a bookshelf, a little table next to stairs. A table in the bottom right, and a small kitchen with a kettle on. She frowned, and thought of turning back to face the wolf.
STAIRS.
Something in her mind shot off and sent tingles down her spine, something that said turn back. Standing on the stairs, a figure looked at her with different colored eyes.
"...hello?"
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He held her hand in his as he bandaged her bleeding hand. The blood stain still remained on her dress from Jin, and he noticed the foreign smell of blood on her. Hard to miss. She frowned and looked away from his pretty face as he did it slowly and comfortingly. It felt too real, like she'd never wake up, like all of this meant she could die...
"There's a bed... basement... underground, if you don't mind..." Angela shook her head and he opened a door to stairs on the floor. She never noticed, it seemed like a secret passageway into a cellar. She didn't know why she trusted him... maybe it was those eyes, those beautiful eyes that captivated... familiar...
He walked down first and she followed, down twelve steps and into a large basement with an old, queen sized bed and tattered blanket. He turned on a light hanging from the ceiling and she looked around. It looked like a room for a couple, and it brought the question of 'did he have a wife?' He frowned and said "make yourself and home' and left.
She landed on the bed with a sigh. It was good, and much better then walked for days. She sighed, and closed her eyes, not bothering to take anything off, dreaming of blackness and smiles.
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Voices. Upstairs.
"Where is she, Gale?"
"I...don't know."
"It isn't that hard, Gale. Just tell me where my baby is!" Hushed whispers. Slamming footsteps. Smashing.
"I don't know" Confidence?
"My girl wouldn't just run off and disappear in thin air, Gale."
"How do... you know... I have her?" More confidence.
"She was traveling this way in the mirror."
"Doesn't mean... anything."
"My baby wouldn't up and disappear. Owen was this way, trying to save her, and then she disappeared off the radar. I know your home has protective spells, Gale. I'm not stupid."
Silence. Sitting. Chairs. Hushed whispers.
Slam.
The door to the cellar had opened, and descending down the stairs was Gale, with a grim look, and someone behind him had followed suit. With every step a more grim, deathly look on Gale's face. Behind him, a familiar hat-wearing man had a smile that could stop a train in fear.
With a cry she got up and ran towards him with a smile, and he held her there for a minute. A whisper behind her, and Gill had held her tighter.
"Lies. I should have you killed for this."
"Like the Queen... would let you."
"You are no use for her now. You have given her the crystal. She has what she needs. You could be easily done for within seconds."
Gill's face was filled with malice. His teeth showed in an unmistakable snarl, and I opened my mouth to say something in Gale's defense.
"He helped me, please don't" I said loudly. He just looked at me and grimaced.
"He took you from me, Angela, and nothing can change my mind over that. You don't know the thoughts going through his head-"
"And neither do you."
"I still won't stand for it," I turned to look at Gale who sniffled loudly, but looked calm. I could almost feel his fear, his voice in my head pleading his innocence. I could see the blood, the tears, those eyes that stared into mine being the only thing left...
I reached up, and with a desperate look, pushed my lips into his.
Warm, soft, tea?
I didn't see the look on Gale's face behind me, I could only see those pure blue eyes staring into mine, the size of saucers. I could only feel his arms wrap their way around my waist, and feel his lips on mine as he pushed forward. I could only hear the sound of his breathing, and it was bliss. He closed his eyes and I closed mine, smelling tea and something else sweeter radiating off of his mouth and clothes, and I heard the door close behind Gill and he pushed his hands up further on the Lolita dress. With a swift movement he slid his hands up to the top of the dress and slid it down to my waist, and I could feel his hands curve my hips and slide up to the black bra, but I detached his mouth and backed away.
"I'm sorry... I can't..." I stuttered out
He looked part way down and smiled. He looked up with his head still bent and played with his fingers. Angela pushed the blood-stained dress upwards, and he just smiled.
"You're like I remember you." He said quietly before turning and walking up the stairs.
Remember? 'kiss me again'?
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That was fun. Tune in next time for the next episode of AID! In the eighth episode, Angela travels into the haunted house, and the Cheshire Cat steals a kiss? Chase x Angela. I hope you enjoyed Angela x Gill!
So question:
WHO ARE YOU GOING FOR NOW?
Who has an idea of what's gunna happen in Wonderland?