ALICE: BLOODY WONDERLAND

CHAPTER ELEVEN: Little Caterpillar Warnings

Naturally, the group on the beach sent someone after me when I didn't return. I wanted to say that they were being predictable, but I didn't really know any of them well enough to know whether or not it was. The only ones I knew were the ones that were dead or gone off.

That aside, I could not have been mor3e surprised that it was Piggy that they sent. Although, at the moment, I wasn't really feeling anything at all; the scent of flowers had fogged my mind once again. That was another peculiarity: these orange blooms. I wondered briefly what they were…whatever they were, I couldn't say I didn't like the feelings they gave me.

At least, once I got used to it.

"Hullo, Alice." Piggy sighed. I heard the crunch of grass as he sat next to me.

"Mmph…" I groaned. My head felt…funny. "What d'you want?"

"A-are you okay? You sound different…weird." He tried to explain. I certainly understood now why Ralph acted as his mouthpiece.

"I'm fine." I grumbled, "Leave me alone."

"But, I really think you should come with me back to the beach, you see-"

"Go away."

"Alice, it's dangerous out here." Piggy urged, "Will you at least hear me out? I'll fill you in on what happened when you were…away…or, asleep. Whatever or wherever you were."

"…fine." I huffed, paying no mind to his stumbling with the words, "Tell me where Maurice is."

"Huh?"

"Just tell me where he went." I sobbed, unexpectantly. I didn't even know why I was crying at this point. I just…was. "He's…I want to talk to him."

"But-! Alice, They've gone mad!" Piggy exclaimed.

"We're all batshit crazy anyway!" I snapped back, spitting fury. Piggy gasped, taken aback.

"Alice-!"

"What?!"

"I've…never heard you talk like that before." He stated, quiet. I sighed and leaned back, trying to clear my head. What was wrong with me? I could still act civilized…right? Maybe Roger…I shuddered at the name…was having a greater effect on me then let on. I was uncertain; more so than before.

"My apologies." I breathed, regretting, "I don't know what got into me." The chief's advisor looked past me curiously. Now that we were actually seated close together, I could see a break in the glass on his 'specs', on the right lens. In the good one, a pale reflection was turned back at me; a bush loaded with orange blossoms. I breathed in deep. My head hurt terribly. "What…what are you looking at…?"

"Alice?" He asked, though the way he said it was more of a statement. "Have you been sniffing the flowers?"

"Why?" I shot back. For some reason, I felt automatically defensive about it. They were just flowers. Plus, they reminded me of Simon. I wanted to hold onto his memory as long as I could; even if we didn't really talk much…we knew each other like we'd been together forever. At least, I'd like to say that. It had seemed at times that he could read my mind, and he always knew what had been bothering me, even if I didn't give any clue about it.

I shouldn't have told him that I wanted him as a brother.

All my brothers died…because of me.

"No reason." He muttered finally. Nothing else was said for a while.

"So…" I chanced again, "Maurice."

"Oh, the choir all broke off. Formed their own tribe, you know? I think they camped up at the…uh…castle rock? At least, that's what Ralph calls it." He paused. Piggy sounded extremely sad, melancholy, as he told me all this. I tried to put a reason to it, but couldn't. "Jack's in charge."

"…oh." I sighed. My heart dropped. It was going to be hard to talk to any of my friends without getting killed. I suddenly wondered if Roger was still my friend after all this. No, I told myself, not for the whole world.

"Are you still going?" Piggy broke in, "To talk to the tribe, you mean?"

"…maybe." I muttered.

Piggy sighed and got to his feet again. It suddenly struck me as strange that I'd never bothered to learn his real name, especially that nobody, not even Ralph, knew it. The question begged to be asked, but I wouldn't allow it. There was no reason I could think of to get any closer to anyone else. Not anymore.

"Just…be careful." He said. Then, he was off. I was left alone with my thoughts, and quite honestly I didn't know what to do with them. I couldn't be sure whether or not they were bright or dim. Either way, I automatically took the strongest one and turned it into action; I stood up and started out of the meadow, making sure to pluck a flower from a nearby shrub and take it with me. My fingers held it much too tightly, like claws or talons, clutching it like a lifeline.

It was so strange, I thought to myself as I struggled through the jungle paths, how normal the whole place looks. The birds flitted amongst the uppermost branches, sang songs amongst the dampened leaves. The sky had cleared up and was bright blue in color, with not the smallest cloud in sight. There was no sign that anything had ever happened here. I felt like a shadow in comparison.

As to be expected whenever I was anywhere alone, honestly I was getting a little fed up with it, someone had to happen into me and ruin everything. I say ruin because this person wasn't just anything, but the killer himself.

I was about ten yards from the first rock of the castle-fort, and I could hear the waves crashing against the boulders down below, on a cliff side too steep for crossing into. Someone crashed into me, sending us both flying down a small incline and into a little hollow in the bushes. I shrieked in surprise and pain as my back collided with the hard-packed earth. I looked up into the eyes of my attacker and shut down immediately. The courage I had accumulated earlier vanished completely from existence.

"What the hell are you doing here? Are you fucking crazy?" Roger snapped in a quiet hiss, "Do you realize how much I'm sticking my neck out for you here, Alice? If Maurice wasn't depressed as a sack of shit I'd have let you walk right on into Jack's arms!"

"…" I just stared, eventually looking away to maintain control over my tongue. Scathing words burned in my throat, threatening to erupt in an inferno.

"Well?" He gave me a strange look, still pinning me to the ground where we fell, "Are you gonna talk, or am I gonna have to get it out of you myself?!"

"…why'd you do it?" I whispered, still not daring to look into his eyes.

"Huh?" He sat back and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Why'd you kill Simon?"

"…"

I felt on the verge of a breakdown. I didn't want to cry in front of Roger; I didn't want to make myself weak in front of him. I had a feeling that wouldn't end to well…not for me, at least. Just the way he acted, and all his behaviorisms, pointed to the fact that he was very dangerous. I didn't know what he could or would do yet. I didn't want to be the first to find out.

"Why…why did you do that?" I choked on the words, "I thought you were only trying to help…you told me to go find him, when all along…all along you were just planning on killing him!"

"I hadn't planned on it all along." Roger finally responded.

"It's fine…" I admitted aloud; it felt good to do that. "It's my fault anyway. I should've known better…than to…"

"Are you fucking kidding me?!" Roger exploded suddenly. I was taken off guard by this. Nobody…nobody had ever talked to me like that.

"What?" I squeaked.

"You go on about how you're angry at me, and 'oh, Roger, why'd you fucking kill my shitty protector guy?'. Then, you just up and change your mind, like some coward! 'It's all my fault, everything's my fault!'" He weakly mocked my tone of voice. It was strange, hearing such a high tone from his mouth. That, and how angry he looked. He really looked upset. "When will you stop blaming yourself for EVERYTHING, Alice?! It's not your fault! I killed him, not you!"

"…but…" I breathed, "…that doesn't make sense."

"Why in the-"

"It's always my fault…" I sobbed. The past once again came to haunt me. No matter what the circumstance was at the moment, no matter what kind of danger I was in right now…I couldn't forget the lessons that had been forced into me since the day I had been born. Since the day she could talk, she always told me these things…she always told me… "It's all my fault, everything…because…I'm a mistake…"

"Why would you even say that?" Roger asked; more gentle than before, but still harsh and condescending.

"Because…my sister told me so."

"…wow." Roger breathed, "You're sister…was an ass."

"How do you know?" I accused, "You never met her."

Roger smirked and gave a little laugh.

"Because," He responded, in a surprisingly good-humor, "I said the same thing to my siblings."

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Okay, so bear with me. This chapter kinda sucks. And has a lot of Roger-cussing. But, that's just how it went down. So, I hope you'll not abandon me just because of this. IT GETS BETTER, I PROMISE.

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Yeah, there's going to be a lot of involvement in Alice's past. That's just because it gets SOOO important later on in the plotline, and if I didn't do this, you wouldn't understand a thing and it would make no senses…XD I enjoy making her full story though, I really do. It's fun creating and developing a full, like Claire said earlier, 3D character, and just letting her run wild, seeing where the events take her and make her out to be. I'm excited for her future. And, I UPDATED! YEEEEEAGHH! *takes sunglasses off and screams at top of lungs awesomely while some indiscriminate building explodes into a million bits behind me*

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