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Down in the Underland	By : FlameWolf666 Category: 1 through F > Alice in Wonderland (2010) > Alice in Wonderland (2010) Views: 8888 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I don't own anything from the book version or Tim Burton's version of Alice in Wonderland. This is just for fun and I make no profit from it.

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Author's Note: I hope you guys are enjoying this so far!

Chapter Two: The Lion's Den
Alice stared at the wooden door, a look of horror on her face. The string of Outlandish filth pouring from behind the door was enough to make a sailor blush. And it seemed all the swears were associated with her. Suddenly the vicious brogue petered out, changing into a mournful lisp. “Alice. Alice! ALIIIIIICE!” he wailed brokenly, beginning to throw himself against the padded wall. Heart lurching in her chest, Alice began to head toward the door; only to be held back by Mirana.
“It wouldn't be safe right now,” she whispered, sadness in her black eyes. With a flick of her wrist, she sent some of her guards in to restrain the Hatter.
“How long has he been like this?” Alice whispered, a horrified look on her face.
“He's been getting worse and worse since you left. He's had to be imprisoned for a year now. Though there was one night where he simply disappeared,” Mirana responded, not missing the fright in Alice's brown eyes.
“Did you see him that night?” the wispy woman asked, raising a delicate brow.
“Y-yes. I was... there was... and he... I thought he was going to kill me,” Alice stammered, fear filling her. It had been real! The Hatter, her friend, had threatened her life over sleeping with a man. What would have happened if she had just written it off as a bad dream and tried again? A shudder ran through her body at the thought.
“With the state he's been in, he very well may have. Alice, he's gone completely mad. He isn't the Hatter we know anymore. When I had sent the letter I had hoped you would be able to help him. Unfortunately his sorrow has turned into a dangerous rage ever since the night he disappeared. I don't think even you can reach him now. He may even try to kill you,” Mirana whispered, a single tear rolling down her white cheek.
Alice stepped back, shaking her head as hot tears filled her eyes. No, she had to help him! She had to try even if it meant her own death. This was her fault and she owed it to her friend to try to fix this. “I want to try, your Majesty,” she replied, fighting back tears of guilt as she bowed to the queen.
“Just call me Mirana, Alice. Are you sure?” the Queen asked, searching Alice's eyes.
The young woman squared her shoulders, a determined gleam in her eyes. She shoved away the guilt eating at her heart, it wouldn't help her right now. She would need all her strength to help her dear friend who she had helped to break. “Yes. I have a strong suspicion that this is my fault. I should have come back sooner,” she replied, smiling sadly.
“Let's wait until this episode passes. You'll have a better chance of reaching him,” Mirana whispered, clasping her delicate hands together in front of her white dress.
The minutes seemed to stretch into eternity as the guards within the small chamber tried to restrain the raving Hatter. Each crazed yell for her made a lance of pain shoot through her heart. She wanted desperately to go in and comfort him, to tell him she was here. It was only for her own safety that she restrained herself. It would do no good at all to have Hatter hurt her, she had a suspicion that he would never come back from that.
After what seemed like hours, the Hatter finally went quiet. The guards waited with him, waiting to see if he would become a danger to himself again. After a few moments of silence, the guards marched out of the room but stayed close in case they were needed. The door of the room yawned open like a mouth, the prospect of going in there filling her with a sense of foreboding. A gentle hand on her arm broke her from her thoughts. She turned her head to see the Queen staring at her with sympathetic eyes. “You don't have to go in there,” Mirana whispered.
“Yes I do...,” she murmured, squaring her shoulders.
“If you need help, I'll send the guards right in,” the Queen reassured her, tightening her grip on Alice's arm for a moment before letting go.
Plucking up her courage, Alice wandered into the dim room and closed the door behind her. Giving her eyes a moment to adjust, she stood near the entrance and looked around for the Hatter. A flash of purple caught her eye as she saw a slumped figure sitting against a wall. His wild orange hair looked strangely naked without his hat and his head was bent down. Cautiously, Alice approached her friend, wincing at the noise her hard boot heels made on the white, marble floor. The room was pure white with soft, pillow-like walls. The only source of light was two small windows.
Stopping a few feet away from the Hatter, Alice tried hard not to fidget. “Hatter?” she whispered, trying hard not to let her voice shake. His hands, which were on the ground by his side, twitched. Slowly, his head lifted a bit but not enough for her to see his face.
“Alice?” a familiar lisp responded, almost hopefully.
“Yes, I'm back Hatter,” she responded softly, smiling gently.
The purple clad man raised his orange haired head more, his vibrant green eyes locking with hers. “Alice,” he breathed, pulling himself into a standing position. Alice straightened with him, keeping her eyes locked on his. His green eyes sparkled with happiness as a new life seemed to be breathed into the Hatter.
“Oh Alice! I'm so glad you've come back! I'm afraid I can't offer much in way of celebration refreshment right now. I'm so glad you came back,” he gushed, clapping his hands together excitedly. His orange stained fingers stood out against the paleness of his skin. Alice smiled, keeping a wary eye on her friend just in case his mood changed suddenly.
“Oh I must talk to Queen Mirana! We must have tea and cakes and scones and...,” he began to ramble, pacing back and forth while waving his hands wildly from excitement.
Suddenly the Hatter halted mid-step, his eyes going wide before the color in them began to swirl and change. “No... You can't be Alice. Its just another figment. Alice won't come back,” he murmured, his voice beginning to slip into a rough brogue. Alice felt her heart plummet as she witnessed his eyes starting to change. She had to try to bring him back before he lost himself to his madness.
“Hatter, its me! I'm right here,” she pleaded, almost reaching for the now shaking man, her hand hovering inches from his arm. The Hatter shook his wild haired head, backing away from her small hand.
“No, ya cannae be her. She left us a long time ago ya see, not carin' if the pain from her leavin' would drive us mad,” he growled, his brogue getting deep and more angry sounding. His eyes slowly slipped into a blazing orange that made Alice's heart freeze in her chest.
“Hatter...” she whispered, fighting the urge to back away from the man. The air in the room now crackled with danger and rage as his orange orbs met with her brown ones.
“An' ye' yaer still here. Usually tha false ones vanish,” he hissed, beginning to move toward her.
Despite herself, Alice took a step away from the advancing madman. Something in his body language screamed danger and all she wanted to do was run. Her movement caused something to flash in his blazing eyes before he was on her with a speed that left her dizzy. His hands grasped her arms in a bruising grip as his orange gaze flicked over her pale skin. Slowly he lowered his nose close to her golden locks, taking in a deep breath. Biting her lower lip, Alice stood still in his iron grip while he sniffed her. “Yae are Alice,” he snarled, anger seething in his voice as he pulled away from her hair.
Suddenly she was thrown away from him, stumbling back and almost falling on the floor. Steadying herself, Alice edged toward the door while watching the twitching Hatter. His eyes edged into crimson as he watched her for a moment. Then he was pushing her against the wall opposite the door, having ran from the other side of the room in almost an instant. “Yaer alreaday gonna leave mae agin?!” he roared, grasping her pale neck in one hand. Her eyes widened in horror as he began to squeeze.
“H-hatter... please,” she pleaded, tears beginning to well in her eyes.
“Some friend yae are Alice, no' ev'n knowin' mae name,” he spat, his grip tightening harshly.
A sudden banging on the door made him turn his blazing crimson eyes toward the wooden door. “Tarrant! Stop! You don't want to do this! Don't make me send in the guards! Just let Alice go!” came the Queen's worried voice.
“Yae sen' them in an' I swear ta ya she'll nae live ta see anotha day,” he snarled, glaring at the door. Alice, meanwhile, could barely breath through the grip her crazed friend had on her throat. Despite everything that had happened she still found herself shocked at what the Hatter was doing to her. Despite all the warnings she never could have imagined her beloved friend ever harming her. Tears of fear and sorrow began to roll down her pale cheeks as she pulled desperately at the fingerless gloved hand on her throat.
His burning crimson gaze turned back to her, pulling his lip up and baring his teeth at her. “Ah'll le' go o' yaer throat if yae promise ya won' leave. Though we all know yae don' keep yaer promises,” he growled, narrowing his eyes and giving her throat another squeeze. Alice made a strangled noise, barely managing a nod as her air was completely cut off. To her horror he squeezed even tighter, pulling his snarling face close to hers for a few seconds.
Then he let go, backing away a couple feet. Alice collapsed on the floor, taking in great whooping breaths and coughing harshly while holding her bruising throat. She looked up at her friend with shock, fear and betrayal in her brown eyes. Something in the back of her mind told her he would have killed her without a thought if she hadn't complied. Yet she couldn't find it in herself to say he wouldn't. Her friend that she knew was gone, with only his madness glaring back at her. “Don' look a'me wi' betrayal. Yae weren' tha one promised somethin' tha' ne'er happened! Yae weren' tha one lef' wi' his madness! Yae weren' tha one going mad from tha loneliness and broken hope tha' yae would come back!” He roared, his hands curling into tight, bloodless fists.
Alice stared at her enraged friend, understanding and guilt rising in her brown eyes. “Hatter, I...” she began, croaking from her sore throat. She was interrupted by being picked up roughly by the arms and being slammed into the padded wall, the Hatter's snarling face inches from hers.
“Tha's no' mae name gel. Yer gonna have ta figure it ou' cause I ain't lettin' ya call me Hatta. Hatta is gone,” he snarled, his hands tightening on her arms painfully.
Alice's mind swam with fear and panic as she tried to remember the man's name. He seemed to grow more and more agitated the longer she went without saying his name. Something tickled faintly at her memory. Something that had happened while he had been strangling her. Vaguely she remembered Queen Mirana's voice calling to Hatter, pleading him to calm down. But she hadn't called him Hatter, she had called him something else. Desperately, Alice tried to remember the name the Queen had used while the Hatter glared at her. “Time's tickin',” he rasped, his hands tightening on her arms.
The name teetered teasingly in the back of her mind, not quite remembered but not quite forgotten. Alice shook as she desperately tried to call the name to the forefront of her mind. It began with a 'T'. Terry? Terrance? Tarrant! She was fairly sure it was Tarrant! “T-tarrant?” she whispered hesitantly, not sure what he would do to her if she got it wrong. To her relief he dropped her arms, backing away to a couple feet.
“Yae prob'ly go' tha' from tha Queen,” he growled.
Alice watched the agitated man warily, switching between rubbing her sore throat and arms. She was fairly sure they would bruise spectacularly tomorrow. His words from earlier still rang in her head, filling her with guilt. “Ha... Tarrant. I'm sorry. I had things I had to do in Overland. Responsibilities to fulfill,” she croaked through her sore throat.
“Sorry... Yae think a sorry's gonna fix this?! So yae had responsibilities! Yae coulda visited! Yae were gone fer two years!” he roared, his crimson eyes flashing dangerously as his orange stained fingers twitched.
The frightened female opened her mouth to answer but quickly closed it. How could she tell him that the reason she didn't visit was because of him? She had been afraid that if she had visited Underland she wouldn't be able to leave again. The Hatter stirred strong feelings inside her, feelings she had never felt before. When she had left Underland, he had looked at her with heartbreak in his eyes. Her heart had responded strongly and she very nearly stayed despite her obligations. As it was she wasn't even sure if she could leave this time. Would the Hatter let her go home if she wanted to? “You're right. I have no excuse for not coming back,” she whispered, deciding to try to diffuse the situation.
“Ah needed yae. I needed yae s'bad I thought I'd die from it,” he whispered, his voice sad and more gruff. His eyes slowly began to change from the deep crimson to a less dangerous orange as his gaze bored into her.
“E'ery day yae were gone, he kep' lookin' fer ya. Tha hole in his heart was so big, it nearly swallowed us both. Ah faired nae better. Ah longed fer ya, pined fer ya. We din eat fer weeks after yer disappearance. Food seemed naught but ash wi'out ya,” he whispered, his voice shaking. He removed his trademark hat, running a shaky hand through his wild hair.
“Yae promised yae'd bae back b'fore ah knew it. Two years yae kep' us waitin',” he growled, anger edging back into his voice.
“Tarrant, I....,” she began again, her heart feeling like it was being squeezed in a vice. Everything he said was another knife of guilt in her heart, her eyes filling with tears. She had hurt her dear friend more than she had ever wished to. And for what? All her reasons seemed petty and paltry in the face of the Hatter's hurt, rage and madness that she had caused..
“Nae, there's nothin' can be said fer wha' yae did. Know this, Ah'll no' be lettin' yae outta my sight,” he bit out, stalking closer to her again and pressing her against the wall.
Alice swallowed, trying to not flinch away from the furious man holding her against the padded wall. “Tell tha Queen ta le' me go. We're gonna go back ta mae place. Wha' Ah'm gonna be doin' ta yae will require privacy,” he hissed, his orange orbs burning into her brown ones before he let go of her arms. Almost going weak in the knees from fear from what he was suggesting, Alice tottered to the door on unsteady legs. Yet somewhere, deep in her fear, a small part of her was excited and aroused. Embarrassed at this realization, Alice stopped a few inches away from the door.
Feeling the Hatter watching her closely, Alice didn't even attempt to open the door and decided to try to shout through it. “Queen Mirana? The Hatter,” a warning growl caused a jolt of fear to shoot through her, “Er, I mean Tarrant wishes to take me to his home,” she called in a hoarse voice. Silence greeted her words, seeming to stretch into a tense eternity.
“Alice? Are you alright? We heard slamming. Did he harm you?” came Mirana's concerned voice.
“No, I'm okay! He just threw himself against the walls a few times. We've managed to talk a bit and he'd like to take me to his home for a more private chat,” she lied, wincing at how shaky and raspy her voice was. She could only hope the Queen thought the change was due to seeing Hatter harm himself.
“Is he.... safe?” came the hesitant voice. Alice flinched at the question, unable to stop her gaze from flitting over to the Hatter. His orange eyes watched her closely, he seemed ready to grab her at any moment.
“Oh yes! In fact he looks forward to having tea later,” Alice replied, hating herself for the lie that came from her lips. The Hatter was anything but safe right now. What would happen if any of her other friends approached while he was like this?!
Slowly the door slid open and the Hatter was behind her in a flash. A heavy material was dropped on her shoulders and Alice realized the Hatter had given her his unusually high collared tuxedo coat. Reluctantly, Alice put on the heavy coat and pulling the top of the coat closed. It would be a good way to hide the bruises he had given her and avoid an unnecessary as well as messy scene. Feeling the Hatter forcing her arm to intertwine with his, she forced a smile on her face and stepped out of the room with the dangerously Mad Hatter.
Mirana ran up to them, putting her delicate hands on Alice's arm. Alice felt the Hatter tense beside her, the aura of danger around him thickening. “Are you alright? Why are you wearing his coat?” the oblivious Queen asked, her black eyes scanning Alice for any sign of injury.
“I'm fine your Majesty,” Alice giggled, waving the Queen off; trying to seem lighthearted and happy. To her great relief, Queen Mirana smiled and released her arm. Alice looked at the Hatter who had his hat tilted in such a way that it shaded his blazing orange eyes. He looked straight ahead, his pale face an emotionless mask. As if sensing something off about the Hatter, Mirana began to walk towards him.
“You're so quiet Hatter. Is something wrong?” she asked, concern in her black eyes. She missed the way he stiffened at her calling him Hatter which made Alice thank every God in Heaven.
“He's just tired Majesty. We've had an emotional day and would just like leave to travel to his home,” she rasped, hoping no one noticed just how rough her voice sounded let alone the bruises on her neck. Relief filled her when Queen Mirana smiled and nodded.
“Feel free to go to Hatter's home. I'm sure you two have much to discuss. Before you go, Let me return these,” she whispered, walking forward and holding out a large package. Hatter reached forward with the hand that wasn't holding Alice's arm, opening the package to reveal something that made Alice's blood run cold. Inside were several very sharp looking throwing knives.
In a flash the knives disappeared, then the Hatter began to walk; tugging Alice along with him. Concern flashed in Mirana's eyes, noticing how pale Alice had gone at the sight of the knives. The way the Hatter was acting was also quite peculiar. Sensing something was terribly wrong, the Queen followed behind them. “Alice?” she questioned as she walked behind the swiftly moving couple, concern in her black eyes.
“I'm fine Highness, really!” Alice called, turning to wave a falsely cheerful wave at the monarch as she was pulled along.
Mirana stopped, standing in the middle of a long hall with concern creasing her pale brow. A wide toothy grin appeared over her right shoulder followed by two, huge green eyes. “Keep an eye on things Chessur. If he tries to kill her, you know what to do,” she whispered a grim look in her eyes. The large grin turned into an expression of deep sadness.
“I understand,” he whispered before disappearing again. Mirana watched the couple until they were entirely out of sight, a deep fear for Alice filling her.
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