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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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Warning!!!: Graphic Character Death. Gore.
Chapter Four: Into Shadow
That speech impediment was going to drive him mad! It was all he could do to not look for the nearest boulder to bash her over-sized head in with. All that would result in was him being chained to a rotting corpse, a prospect that was beginning to sound more appealing each day that passed. Damn that Mirana for banishing him to these wastelands to forever be with this annoying creature. Raising his black haired head, he glared at the ranting woman beside him with his one good eye. He had to find a way to break these chains. The red-headed abomination of nature turned to smile unsurely up at him.
It had been a hard fought battle just to get her to shut up about his attempt at her life. He still wasn't sure how he got her to buy the lame story he had come up with. He had told her it had merely been for fear of Iracebeth being alone for the rest of her life. Maybe it had been the prospect of being truly alone had made her believe it. Either way he had been glad when her screechings on the subject had faded.
Now they had been renewed but were now about Mirana and how the throne rightfully belonged to Iracebeth. For months she had spoken of little else, occasionally asking his opinion. As the months wore into years, Stayne felt his hate for her turn into an outright murderous rage. He would take great pleasure in hearing her caterwaulings end in a gurgling choke as he slit her throat. Maybe the weight of her fat head would behead her if he cut deep enough. The image brought a malicious smile to his pale, scarred face. A sight that wasn't missed by the former Red Queen. “Stayne?” she asked in a small, uncharacteristically timid voice.
The former Knave of Hearts whirled to face her, the sun glinting off the metallic heart that covered the socket where his eye once was. Forcing a friendly, reassuring smile, he took her small, pale hands in his. “I was just imagining that bitch's pretty head on a pike in front of your palace,” he purred, rubbing her hand with his black leather gloved hands. A smile appeared on Iracebeth's abnormally large features as she nodded. Stayne couldn't help but wonder how her neck didn't snap from the weight.
A sudden blue glint in the distance drew his attention. Standing to his feet, the former Knave shielded his one eye to try to make out what it was. Iracebeth stood beside him, looking at him unsurely. “What is it Stayne?” she asked, her ruby lips pursed in concern.
“I don't know. Come, I must check it out,” he responded, beginning to walk towards the glint. If she didn't follow willingly, he would have no problem dragging her behind him. She followed close behind, making that unnecessary.
As they came closer to the object it appeared to be a bottle full of glowing, blue smoke that swirled inside it. Stayne knelt beside the large bottle, his black eye glittering in wonder. With a shaky, gloved hand, he reached forward and touched the glass. “Stayne, don't! If that's what I think it is, it'll bwing nothing but twouble,” Iracebeth whispered, grasping tightly to the black leather sleeve of his coat. Stayne yanked his arm out of her grasp, picking up the bottle and thumbing the round, glass stopper.
“And yet it can solve so many of my problems,” he whispered, holding it reverently. With a flick of his thumb, he uncorked the bottle. A flood of blue, glowing smoke poured out of the bottle, forming into a torso of a demonic looking humanoid. It had long, pointed ears, a furrowed brow, two fangs protruding from its lower lip and glowing blue skin. The air around it was filled with a sickly feeling of pure evil.
“What do you wish of me, my master?” asked a growling, inhuman voice inside Stayne's head. The evil presence poking into his head filled him with a burning pain but he gritted his teeth, ignoring it.
“Break these chains oh mighty Djinn,” he whispered.
The loathsome creature pointed a clawed finger at the metal links. Then they were gone and Iracebeth was hanging off of him. She kissed his cheek with a disgusting smack. Hate surging through him, he threw her off him; turning to glare at her. The silly fool sat on the ground, an astonished look on her huge face. “Stayne... what?” she asked, tears rolling down her pale cheeks. The former Knave merely bared his teeth at her, looking for the nearest boulder.
Picking up the biggest one he could heft into the air, he stalked toward the frightened ex-monarch. She scrambled away from him, scooting herself along the pebble strewn, deeply cracked ground. He towered over her, the boulder lifted over his head; a murderous glint in his one good eye. “Goodbye Iracebeth,” he snarled, throwing the rock down on her large head with all the force he could muster.
There was a sickening crunching noise as the boulder utterly destroyed her over-sized head, a huge surge of blood splashing onto Stayne. Blood, bits of skull and brain matter flowed in a torrent from her now ruined head. Her blood spattered, pale hands twitched in the air for a few moments before they stilled. Panting and straightening his blood coated jacket, he gestured to the stiffening body. “Help yourself as reward for my wish, mighty Djinn,” he offered, smirking slightly.
A few minutes later all sign of blood had been cleaned, including the blood that coated the former Knave. The Djinn had turned a deep red color and was glowing red. It stared down at its new master with an odd approval. Not many beings knew the proper rituals of summoning a Djinn, yet this man seemed to know each step. “How may I serve you master,” he rumbled out loud, respecting his new master too much to resume telepathy.
“We are going to Underland. We're about to shake things up my friend,” he responded, letting the Djinn probe his mind. He let the evil being see all the plans he had in store for Underland.
“As you wish, master,” the thing hissed, forming a cloud of smoke around the black clad man. A cruel smile curled his lips as he disappeared.
The Hatter awoke with his nose burrowed in Alice's soft neck. As he pulled back to look at her, his eyes saw a strange red mark on her neck where he had bitten her last night. Holding his breath, his heart pounding in his chest, he reached forward and brushed the mark with a gentle, orange stained index finger. Alice moaned softly, shifting into the touch and smiling. The wild haired man's eyes widened in wonder. This was supposed to be impossible! She showed all signs of being his true soul mate, something that no one in Underland has found in thousands of years.
If his hunch was true the red mark would become a small, purple top hat, his family mark. The mark would connect them on almost all levels, emotional as well as physical. If she was in need of help, he would be able to feel her pain through the connection. A small smile graced his bright red lips as an orange ring appeared around the green iris of his eyes. Gently, he kissed the small red mark; earning another soft moan.
The orange in his eyes deepened for a moment as he considered having a little Alice for his breakfast. Shaking his head to clear such thoughts, he settled for giving her pale cheek a gentle kiss. “My Alice,” he whispered, smiling gently.
“Mmmm Tarrant,” she sighed as her brown eyes opened slowly.
“Just Hatter please Alice,” he replied gently, kissing her lovingly.
Before she could fully respond to the kiss, her Hatter pulled away; as if noticing their mutual state of undress. A blush coloring both their cheeks, Hatter rushed to get dressed and Alice ducked under the sheets. Pulling on another purple tux, the wild haired man put on his top hat and practically ran from the room. Suppressing an embarrassed giggle, Alice began to pull on her own clothes.
Once she was dressed, she came downstairs a bit timidly; peeking down the stairs to see where the Hatter was. Catching a glimpse of purple coat tails in the kitchen to the left of the stairs, Alice cautiously came down and turned to the left. She stood in the doorway to the kitchen, watching the Hatter with a half amused, half confused look as he.... made breakfast? Alice wasn't sure what to call what he was doing. He had all the bowls, plates, silverware and ingredients lined up on the counter and was drilling them in a deep brogue like a Drill Sergeant. “Naow my gud men, Ah am relyin' on yae ta make a delicious breakfast! Git to et!” he growled, straightening and fixing the items with a stern glare.
To her surprise the items sprang to life, beginning to make breakfast. Nodding, the Hatter turned; startling when he saw her. “A-alice! Good morning!” he greeted, starting out in a brogue but fading into his normal lisp.
“Mornin' Hatter,” she chirped, a faint giggle to her voice as her cerulean gaze fixed on the moving utensils and dishware. From the looks of it, breakfast would be something that greatly resembled Overland bacon and eggs. Just the smell of what looked like bacon made her stomach growl hungrily. The mystery meat smelled a lot like bacon but had a more maple syrup and cinnamon smell.
“Breakfast will be ready in a blink m'dear! Have a seat and I'll make us some tea!” the purple clad male urged, gesturing wildly to a lone table with two chairs. Smiling at her cheerful companion, Alice sat in one of the chairs to watch him ready their tea.
The wild haired milliner moved about the kitchen with a sort of wild grace, flinging things here and there and yet never dropping one thing. After he had gathered the teapot and cups, he placed his bright red lips near the lid of the kettle, opened it with a half gloved hand and began to whisper into the porcelain object. After a few seconds of this, the pot began to steam from the nozzle and a grin appeared on the Hatter's pale face. Then, with a bow and a flourish, he placed two cups and the steaming kettle in the middle of the table.
Looking up at him with some astonishment, Alice reached for the teapot; only to have it spring to its feet and pour some amber fluid into her cup. Thanking the pot with a surprised voice, the blonde reached forward and took a small sip. “It's delicious! Thank you!” she exclaimed happily, her blue gaze meeting the Hatter's green one as she smiled at him.
“Oh I am so glad! This old pot's been in the family for years and when I told it that it would serving you, well the old dear got a bit nervous,” her friend tittered in response, plopping himself in the chair opposite of her and grinning at her widely.
With how relaxed and at ease they both seemed to feel, Alice found she could easily forget what had happened just the day before. Even though only a few hours had passed, she found herself completely comfortable around her dear friend. Despite what had happened, his madness had shown no real intent to harm her after. In fact, it seemed that just the knowledge that he had stolen her virginity had subdued him a bit. A fact that Alice still wasn't sure if she was relieved about or disappointed.
Thankfully, the silence was broken by the skillets, plates and silverware clambering their way over to them. Under the young woman's amused gaze, the kitchenware served them both equal portions of food; then hopped off the table to clean themselves. “Curiouser and curiouser,” she whispered, unconsciously repeating something she had oft said during her first visit. The small, quiet statement had an odd effect on the Hatter, making him jolt in place as if electrified.
A faint rim of orange surrounding his green irises, the haberdasher took a deep breath and released it in a shaky exhalation. “Ye best be outdoors fer awhile,” he sighed, getting to his feet unsteadily. Her unknowing statement brought back welcome memories of her first time taking tea in his gardens. She had been so innocent, yet so very muchy! So young to be so very muchy! He had felt an instant need to protect her during her journey through the dangerous land. He had even followed her for much of it, ready to protect her if she had need.
Yes, at one time he had been her protector. Now… no, he couldn't think about what he had done. What he had stolen. How badly he had wanted to hurt her. How badly he wanted to taste her blood on his tongue this very moment. The memory of her once innocence had inflamed his hunger, making his madness a hard thing to control. Yes, Alice must go outside now; before he comes again. Before he begins cutting into Alice's white flesh again. Please go outside Alice!
Watching her friend spasming in place, the quiet female fought a vicious battle within herself. A part of her deeply wished to stay to help the Hatter through whatever was happening but another part wanted to obey him and flee for the time being. Nibbling her lower lip, the young woman simply turned and left the house. She would take the opportunity to look around the yard and give Hatter some much needed space.
Once she was outside, the warm sun hit her pale skin like a kiss and made her sigh in contentment. Closing her blue eyes and tipping her head back, the female spread her arms open as wide as she could; taking a deep breath of the sweet air around her. Then, allowing her pale arms to fall to her sides, the pants wearing woman made her way to a small, overgrown garden that was nestled on the left of the house. The weeds and withered vegetable plants greeted her with a sort of tired enthusiasm, waving their pitiful branches at her as she got near. Smiling at the ill-tended plot, the once trades-woman rolled up her sleeves and began to work.
After a few hours of hard work, Alice sat back and regarded her work with a critical eye; swiping an arm across her semi-muddy brow. Already the garden looked a lot better, most of the weeds having been coaxed to leave and the rows encouraged to be straight. She had even begun planting new fruits and vegetables, being careful to listen to where the seeds wanted to be planted. Heaving a happy sigh, the tired female got to her feet to look for a water pump. Thankfully there was one right next to the garden, making it easy for her to water her new plants.
Once satisfied with her project, the former champion stepped back to look over the small plot as a whole. It looked rather bare right now but she could easily imagine the happy plant life that would begin to grow. Smiling at the thought, the blonde whirled to go back into the house; only to bump into a hard, unmoving figure. “Oh, excuse me!” she gasped, looking up to see who or what she had bumped into. A frightened gasp left her lips as she saw just who it was.
There, glaring down at her with a snarl on his pale face, was Stayne. “Hello Um. It has been a long time,” he growled, glaring down at her as a red figure floated behind him. Focusing her blue gaze on the red creature that was behind his right shoulder, Alice never saw the knave lift his gauntlet clad fist and bring it down on her head. The last thing she was aware of was her world exploding into painful stars before everything went black.
Hatter came back to himself as the faint scent of something metallic reached his nose. That smelled like blood and not just any blood. That smelled like Alice blood! With a gasp that sounded like a snarl, the crazed milliner rushed out of the house; only to find no Alice and a small puddle of blood on the ground. All color leeched out of the world around him as his focus shifted to the crimson liquid, a low, rumbling sound ripping from his chest as he began to stalk forward.
His entire, suit clad body jerked and twitched as if operated by a drunken puppeteer; one thin arm jittering forward to touch the thick substance. As his fingertip came into contact with the fluid, his body jolted roughly as another low snarl left him. Crimson now filled his eyes as he brought his blood covered finger up to his lips and snaked out his tongue. His burning gaze closing briefly as he tasted the liquid, another low growl left him as he shot to his feet.
His burning gaze narrowed, Tarrant glared down the road that stretched away from his cottage. “Stayne, if ya harm mae Alice; Ah'll make yer life a livin' hell,” he snarled before running off in the direction of Mamoreal. There was only one person who could help him save his Alice and that was Mirana. There was no doubt in his mind the White Queen would help but he still felt nervous meeting with her so soon after his confinement. With his madness so blaringly obvious, would she even hear him out? Or would she merely toss him back into his cell until the more timid Hatter came back.
“Hatter, I saw what happened! You go after the rogue and I will go inform her majesty of what happened,” came a smooth purr from beside his left ear, Chessur's unusually somber face floating beside him.
“Tarrant fer naow ya dratted creature. Thank ya fer bein' useful fer once in yer blasted life,” the haberdasher snarled, his half gloved hands curling into fists as he instantly diverted down the trail of Stayne and Alice. Despite his venom towards the feline, he was honestly grateful for the beast's help. For now, he could avoid the Queen and track down Stayne. All he could hope was that he didn't hurt her. If the knave dared to… Just the thought of it filled him with a deadly rage and he found his throwing knives in his hands.
Yes, if the Knave of Hearts dared to touch his Alice, he would kill him. They would find his headless body pinned to the tallest tree in Underland as an example. A low growl leaving him, the Outlander halted for a moment and crouched to the ground. Inhaling close to the loose soil, the crazed male closed his eyes and examined the scent. The traitor had come by here recently and seemed to be purposely leaving a trail behind. Narrowing his burning eyes in suspicion, the wild haired man skittered off the faint road and into the trees. No matter how eager he was to save Alice, it wouldn't do to fall into whatever trap the knave had set.
Gritting his teeth in irritation, Tarrant began picking his way through the forest; cautiously peeking around trees as he made his way forward. The slowness of his progress rankled him when he didn't know if Alice was safe and unhurt. Stayne had already spilled her precious blood, an unforgivable sin in his eyes. Growling softly to himself, Tarrant continued to creep forward until he reached the outskirts of what looked to be a camp. Crouching low to the ground, the cautious haberdasher slowly crept forward until he could see just what was going on. “Wait until Mirana comes,” came a quiet hiss by his ear as Chessur faintly materialized by the right side of his head.
“I have informed her of what happened and she is sending out troops to our position. I sense dark magic, Tarrant. It is best we wait,” the striped feline continued, a worried look on his large, furry face. The orange haired hatter opened his mouth to respond when they were interrupted by a sharp scream.
Both whipped their heads toward the camp just in time to see Stayne shoving a bound Alice out of a tent before following behind her. A vicious growl left the Outlander as it took everything within him not to rush forward and rip his Alice from the slurvish arzi! “Wait just a bit Tarrant!” Chessur urged quietly, his luminous eyes focusing on a red glow that seemed to surround Stayne. Something was definitely off here and it made his fur prickle.
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