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Ben's Note of Sheer Awesome: Hey guys! Wait… the script says I'm supposed to act depressed. Why? SINCE WHEN DOES THE SCRIPT DEFINE MY LIFE?! Moving past that, hi! If you're new, welcome to Ben's best fanfic ever! If you're KCL, hi! You're sticking with this ol' author and I question you're sanity because you've stuck with me so long. (JK) If you're another reviewer or reader who's been with me since day one, hello to you as well. (I'm compensating for being depressed, so bear with me trying to be happy. :))

Now then, this chapter… is probably going to be one of the darkest ones of the story. Not the darkest (I have one that's already been titled: This is pretty dang dark so have a blanket.) but still dark enough for me to have to say this: anything you see, hear, witness from Kitty Cheshire's point of view is made up by Benjamina J. Ellimist. (Not my real last name.) Any and all hatred, murderous rage, and confusion must be directed directly toward me. This is in no way canon and the fact I'm doing this might get the creators of EAH to burn my corpse. (It's probs not that bad.) So I warn you now: direct angry feelings for how I portray Kitty in this chapter at me. But if you've been paying attention… this might not really be a shock. Keep in mind: nothing over T. (No character death either. I need to say that.)

Prompt 14: Serial Killer

Apple White: Dead.

Hunter Huntsman: Dead.

Sparrow Hood: Dead.

Kitty could down the list of several other names of people she had killed in her nightmares. It didn't make sense because the people she had killed weren't even closely connected to her. It didn't matter though. In those nightmares, she was the true embodiment of evil.

A serial killer.

Alistair didn't know. Kitty didn't want him to know. She hated suffering through nightmare after nightmare, haunted by the fact someone close my fall at her hands. She felt guilty when she thought this because it didn't matter if they were close or not. Killing people… was evil.

One night, Kitty was tossing and turning in her sleep. She couldn't take it… no… not… no! NO!

"NO!" she yelled, bolting awake. She took a breath, looking around the room, tears in her eyes. She didn't… she couldn't have… no…

Maddie wasn't in the room for some reason. She was there when Kitty had drifted off to sleep, but now nowhere to be found. Kitty hesitantly laid her head back on her pillow. She wasn't sleeping. She couldn't go through that again. She couldn't have possibly…

The door to the room opened. Kitty looked up to see Maddie bounce into the room… with Alistair following close behind. "I'm telling you, she' tossing and turning like Jello in a moving train car on its way across an ocean during a thunderstorm," Maddie said.

"I'm sure it wasn't too bad," Alistair said. He then turned to spot Kitty, awake and crying. A look of concern crossed his face. "Never mind, scratch that last thought," he said and quickly strode across the room.

Maddie scratched her head. "Not really working," she said. She noticed that Alistair was getting next to Kitty in her bed and put two and two together. "Raven said she needed help with something earlier, so I think I'll make like a fox smelling some nice hot cocoa and sneak away undetected."

Alistair smiled as Maddie left. "Thanks for getting me Maddie," Alistair called to her.

"No dice in a game of poker," Maddie shrugged and left.

Alistair looked at Kitty, who was trembling in fear. Tears continued to stream from her eyes. Alistair pulled her close, but the sobs coming from Kitty were nowhere near stopping. Alistair sat with his girlfriend for a long time, waiting for her to calm down.

Finally, after about an hour, Kitty had stopped crying, but the fear remained in her eyes. Alistair gently said, "Kitty… what's wrong?"

Kitty shuddered. "I… Alistair… I…" she tried to say, but her voice shook to much.

"It's ok. It was all in your head," Alistair said. "None of it was real. Nothing. You can tell me."

Kitty shook for a moment before the dam broke. She didn't just tell him about this nightmare. She told him everything. "I KILL PEOPLE!" she screamed. "I KILL PEOPLE IN MY DREAMS! ONE BY ONE THEY ALL DIE AND IT'S MY FAULT! THEN I KILLED YOU! AND I LIKED IT!"

The sobbing returned, Kitty gripping tight to Alistair. She didn't want to let go. She waited for him to pull away. She waited for him to leave. She waited and waited for Alistair Wonderland to leave her. Crushed. Hated. Alone.

But he never left.

Kitty couldn't remember how long she cried into his chest. She remembered letting go of his shirt, the area torn because of her somewhat long claws. She had scratched him too, but he didn't seem to mind. He held her close to him, never moving to leave. Kitty cried for what felt like hours into his chest, letting all of it poor out.

"You didn't tell me because you thought I'd see you different," Alistair said, after Kitty had calmed down.

Kitty shook. "… I'm… evil…" she said.

Alistair took Kitty's chin and pointed it up toward his face. "No. You. Are. Not," he said, annunciating each word individually. "Those are dreams. None of that is you. It's disturbing that your subconscious is thinking like that. But I'm disturbed because I can't change it. I'm so sorry you deal with this every night. Kitty, I have no idea the pain you've been going through every night with these nightmares. But listen to me. Those nightmares do not reflect who you are. You aren't a killer. You aren't evil. You're Kitty Cheshire."

Kitty sobbed again in his shirt. "But…"

"No," he said firmly. "I love you. I love you because you can be weak at times, but you always pull through. I understand these nightmares have been causing you pain for a long time, but I know you'll pull through. Ok? You aren't evil. You are Kitty."

Kitty blinked back tears. She couldn't believe it. Alistair… didn't leave her. She cried some more. "Don't… leave me. Please… don't ever leave me," she cried.

Alistair held her close to him. "Never. So long as I'm alive, I will never leave you," he said. "And so long as you're alive, I know you'll pull through. You just have to believe you can."

They sat in silence for a few more hours. Kitty fell asleep in Alistair's arms. After getting it all off her chest and all the tears spilled onto her boyfriend… for once, she slept without nightmares, a small smile poking on her face.

BN: As this is a more serious chapter, for me more so, I won't do my crying gag. I want to tell you guys a little story about me. When I was about 14-15 years of age, I had a lot of nightmares like we just heard from Kitty. Terrible, nasty things and they've kept me this way for years. Kitty's thought process is really based a lot how my own thought process is. I keep her mostly in character, but I do have some things I've improvised. This chapter is Kitty admitting that she can't continue without help. She admits that she's weak and she needs someone. Her insecurities about Alistair are also put to rest this chapter. The plot with the nightmares and voice are not done, but now Alistair knows. I feel as though things will go back up soon.

I want this to be clear. This plot line is mine. Any and all insults must be directed at me. Not Kitty. Me. I want this made perfectly clear.

Sorry I'm so serious. Rough day, rough time. I look forward to your reviews. KCL, have a fun week. I'll probably update sometime again during Thanksgiving, so as you eat turkey, you can read Kittystair. :).

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