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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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Alice stumbled out of the tent, glaring over her shoulder at Stayne through her blonde locks. Her head throbbed like a rotten tooth and she felt off balance and woozy, making her think she might have a concussion. One of the things she had done before she picked up her father's trading company was to learn a bit about medicine so she could take care of her crew in the event of an emergency and right now that knowledge would come in handy. “Come along Um, we must make sure Hatter can see you,” the Knave purred, a sick, twisted grin on his pale face.
Instead of responding, the blonde allowed herself a brief moment to look around. So far she had yet to see the creature that had been with Stayne when he had knocked her out, only a sickly, red glow that seemed to surround the man. Until she knew where that thing was, Alice couldn't make any plans to escape. “How do you even know Hatter is out there? He might be on his way to get the Queen and her army,” she hissed, narrowing her eyes as he pushed her again; shoving her towards the middle of the camp. Then he was rushing at her, roughly grabbing her her hair and yanking her head back. His face was mere inches from hers as he snarled at her.
“I know he is here because I can smell him, just like I can smell him all over your skin. Tell me Um, how did it feel to be raped by a madman?” the black clad male growled, the sun glinting off the metal heart covering his right eye. Instead of answering, the furious woman merely made a dim hacking noise in her chest before spitting in his good eye.
Making a low, snarling noise low in his chest, the Knave was releasing her hair to slap her across the face full force; nearly knocking the woman off her feet. As it was, she stumbled a bit before she regained her footing, whipping her head up to glare at him through the blonde hair over her eyes. A red hand mark was already beginning to appear on her porcelain skin but the fuming woman paid the sting no mind. Then he was grabbing a fistful of her golden locks and yanking her close to him, pulling her head back so her eyes met his. “That wasn't very smart,” he rumbled in a dangerous sounding voice, his nose very nearly touching hers.
“Master, there is a large group heading this way,” came a demonic voice from everywhere and yet nowhere. Then the torso of a glowing, red, infernal looking creature formed behind Stayne and over his right shoulder. It's black eyes slowly moved to her and Alice felt an instant wave of instinctual fear and nausea rush through her. Whatever this creature was, it certainly wasn't natural.
“Good, we want the Queen to see this,” the deranged male murmured, a strange glint in his one eye. Then he was shoving down on Alice's head, forcing the female to her knees.
The former champion didn't go easy, bracing her knees to give him as hard of a time as possible. Sneering down at her through his greasy, black hair, Stayne increased the pressure on her head until she sank to one knee. “Come on out Tarrant! I know you're there,” he screamed, strings of spittle flying from his lips. Only silence greeted his challenge as the Knave tightened his fingers in Alice's flaxen hair.
“If you won't come out on your own, maybe I can draw you out,” Stayne challenged before bending down and capturing her lips in a forced kiss.
A pair of blazing, crimson eyes watched the scene from the forest surrounding the clearing. A low growl rumbled from a pair of too red lips as a half gloved hand clenched around two throwing knives. Then a surprised cry of pain left Stayne as he yanked his head away from Alice, blood pouring from his lower lip as he held a gloved hand to his mouth. “Fucking scarshim!” the Knave yelled, before he backhanded the kneeling female. Proud of his Alice but furious at the Knave, Tarrant was barely able to hold himself back from charging into the clearing. Keeping his blazing gaze on the Djinn, the milliner narrowed his eyes as dread filled him. To be working with such a dark creature, was the man insane? “Mirana and her army are approaching. Keep your cover while I go investigate,” Chessur whispered into his ear before the large feline disappeared.
Gritting his teeth, the wild haired male gave the barest hint of a nod as he kept an eye on the trio in the middle of the clearing. He longed to charge in, to rip Alice out of the Knave's grasp and bury a throwing knife in the man's jugular. Yet he knew it would be better to wait until Chess finished investigating the Djinn. If Stayne had managed to pull off the proper ritual, all of Underland was in a lot of trouble. Reluctantly, the crazed haberdasher placed his knives back into a hidden pocket in his tux coat and simply watched.
Alice spat Stayne's blood out of her mouth and glared up at him defiantly, her cheek stinging where he had hit her for a second time. The red fluid didn't hit the ground as expected, instead curving in mid-air and heading towards the evil looking creature behind the Knave. The monstrous being seemed to absorb the blood, the red glow around him becoming deeper and brighter. Then her head was being yanked back by the gloved hand in her hair so her cerulean gaze met his ebony one. Blood still dribbled from his lower lip as her sneered down at her. “You'll pay for that my little slurim,” he hissed, his stringy hair hanging in his face. Then he was straightening as his one eye scanned the periphery of the clearing. Unknown to the Knave, a flicker of purple and pink flashed behind his shoulder.
Her eyes widening at the brief flash, the former champion quickly schooled her expression back into pure hate as Stayne turned back to give her a mocking look. “It looks as if your tailor is not brave enough to come to your rescue my little champion. Let's see if we can draw him out, shall we?” he husked out in a dangerous sounding voice as he yanked her back to her feet by her golden curls. Once she was standing, Alice began to kick at him; managing a blow to his 'family jewels'.
Making a high pitched noise in the back of his throat, the much taller man released her hair as he slipped to his knees. His gloved hands went between his legs to cup his abused package as his face began to go several shades of red. While he was immobilized, the former champion began to run toward the trees; only to be stopped mid-step by her limbs suddenly locking in place. “Can't have you escaping,” came an inhuman growl by her ear as a clawed hand landed on her shoulder. Even with clothes as a barrier between them, Alice's skin crawled at the contact and she desperately wished she could pull away. Then her head was being turned to the side by the loathsome hand as the thing examined something on her neck.
“Master, it is better than we hoped,” the abomination rumbled, it's touch thankfully leaving her skin. Alice knew if she had to endure another moment, she would have vomited and fainted. Something about the creature made her very soul feel ill and all she wanted to do was get as far away from it as possible.
Stayne painfully pulled himself to his feet, a strained look on his still flushed face as he roughly combed his dirty hair out of his face with his gloved fingers. Straightening his clothes with the most dignified look he could muster, the Knave shifted his gaze to the Djinn as the magical being came back to his side. “Tarrant has managed to mark her,” the red creature whispered in the Knave's ear, low enough that Alice couldn't hear what was said from her frozen position. A cruel smile curled Stayne's lips as pain slowly left his expression.
“Is it full?” he whispered back to the Djinn, his good eye sparkling with malice.
“Not yet but it is only a matter of time. Their connection is very strong,” came a responding rumble, only making Stayne's grin wider.
“Good, that's very good news,” he murmured to himself before walking back to the once champion.
Tarrant watched all of this from his hiding place, steady growls rumbling from his chest. He didn't like how the Knave was treating his Alice! Thankfully Chessur came back before he could do anything rash, like blowing his cover and simply charging in. “Wut's th'word,” the Outlander hissed in the cat's furry ear, causing the tiny triangle to twitch.
“The situation is much worse than anticipated. Stayne completed the ritual with the Djinn and even seems to have gained the creature's loyalty,” the huge feline replied, only his head visible as he murmured in the hatter's ear.
“Shukim,” Tarrant snarled quietly, tearing his crimson eyes away from the clearing as he heard the approach of horses.
“Stay calm Tarrant. Mirana will know what to do,” the partially visible cat whispered, digging his invisible claws into the milliner's shoulder to keep him still. Then there was the faint smell of vanilla as said Queen seemed to materialize right beside him.
“It's worse than I imagined,” came her breathless whisper in his left ear. Tensing beside the female slightly, Tarrant only gave a curt nod in response.
In the clearing, Stayne went stiff before his cruel smile widened into a wicked grin. Then he was striding toward the still frozen Alice, grabbing her hair once again and roughly pulling her head back to expose her delicate throat. “I know you are out there Mirana. If you and Tarrant don't show yourselves, I will slit our pretty savior's throat,” he hissed, the Djinn floating close behind his right shoulder. Silence followed for a few seconds before Mirana and Tarrant both came into the campsite with their hands raised.
“No! Don't! I'm not worth this! I'm not worth the safety of Underland!” Alice cried out, tears flowing freely down her white cheeks. Her entire body was frozen to the spot while her soul cried out for her to move, to fight! She couldn't allow this maniac to hurt Mirana or her precious Hatter.
“Shut up! The grown-ups are talking now my dear,” the Knave hissed, before making a motion in the air with his fingers. Alice, being Alice, tried to open her mouth to scream at her captor but found herself unable to even move her jaw. Looking up at Stayne with a look of furious confusion, the former tradeswoman was made more furious to find him smirking at her.
“The powers of my friend here allow me to do as I please, my dear Um. Something I'm sure our guests are well aware of,” he purred in a self satisfied voice before turning his attention to the two newcomers.
“If ye hurt a hair on mae Alice's head agin, Ah swear Ah'll…,” the enraged milliner began, only to be halted by a gentle hand on his upper arm. Turning his blazing, furious gaze to Mirana, he saw the Queen give a small, subtle shake of her head.
“You are in no position to be making threats Royal Haberdasher,” Stayne taunted, twisting his lips up into a cruel sneer. The Djinn behind him merely hovered in place, it's dark eyes fixed on the Queen in particular.
“What is it you want in exchange for her life?” Mirana asked in a much too calm voice for Alice.
Finding her lips still glued shut, the nearly frantic blonde tried to send a message with her eyes. 'Don't do this! What he could do to Underland isn't worth my life!' she tried to send, concentrating so hard that she gave herself a headache. Even though she had no idea what Stayne had in mind, she had a feeling it couldn't be good; especially with the creature that seemed attached to him by a glowing, red thread of smoke. “How kind of you to ask! What I want isn't much, just your Magick,” the Knave cackled, sounding twisted and evil. The white Queen visibly flinched before giving a small nod.
Tarrant also twitched, turning his head to give the monarch an incredulous look. The fact that she would offer her Magick, the very thing that gave her the power to keep Underland alive, touched him deeply. Yet, despite how much danger Alice was in at the moment, the Outlander found himself reluctant to allow her to do such a thing. “An arzi as foul as yerself donnae deserve t'bae in th'Queen's presence, let alone demand her Magick,” he snarled in a thick brogue, his fingers itching to reach into his purple tux coat for his knives.
“Hush Hatta,” Mirana whispered, giving him a meaningful look as she placed a hand on his left arm. The look in her dark eyes warned him against any rash actions and he forced himself to back down. If Chessur was right about Stayne and the Djinn, killing the Knave would do much more harm than good.
All Alice could do was weep silently as the noble woman went on one knee before the loathsome male that held a knife against her throat. Then the demonic being that was floating close to Stayne was moving towards the white figure before a bright, almost blinding light surrounded both figures. The light almost became painful to look at before it suddenly stopped, leaving the figure of a slumped Mirana visible. The horrible creature's red glow was now twice as big and bright and the thing itself was much bigger. It let out a horrible laugh that chilled Alice's blood in her veins before it rejoined its master. “Thank you so much for your gift Mirana. I am a man of my word. You may have your 'champion' back, for the time being. Do keep her safe for me,” Stayne hissed before releasing a laugh so full of evil that it made all the hairs on Alice's body raise. Then they were gone and she found herself slumping to her knees on the ground.
Tarrant was there in a second, pulling her into his arms as he seemed to tremble. Pulling away after a few seconds, his now orange eyes flicked over her form; checking for any injury. The smell of blood was thick around her, making it very hard to keep a reign on his darker urges. Forcing his desire to taste her blood to the back of his mind, the Outlander forced her head down so he could check on the source of the smell. “I'm fine Hatter. He just knocked me on the back of my head,” Alice protested, trying to squirm out of his tight grasp. Then their gazes went to Mirana in unison.
The once young and strong monarch was now slumped on the ground, breathing harshly as she forced herself up with her hands. Her once white hair now looked a sickly gray and the aura of life that usually surrounded her was gone. When she looked up, her once young face looked older and more sickly. “Mirana,” Alice gasped, running over to the weakened female.
“Your Majesty, we must get you back to Mamoreal,” came a deep purr as Chessur materialized next to Alice's head. Concern was clear in his luminous green eyes as his long tail curled around his large, floating body.
“Yes, you are right. I will be of little help in my current condition,” Mirana whispered, her voice much more wispy and weak. Then one of her personal guards was rushing forward, dressed in pure white armor and resembling a chess knight. Giving a nod to Alice and Tarrant, the clanking man picked the Queen up as if she weighed nothing and ran off toward the forest.
Finding herself alone with an orange eyed hatter and a partially visible chesire cat, Alice released a slow breath before wrapping her arms around the still crazed male. “Alice, we need t'get tha' looked at,” Tarrant sighed, wrapping his arms around her tightly. Then he was scooping her up in his arms and jogging back towards his home.
“What's going to happen now that Stayne has Mirana's Magick,” the blonde whispered, suddenly feeling very tired. Mirana hadn't looked good at all and even the air in Underland itself had become heavy and oppressive.
“I donnae know. We have a lo' t'prepare fer,” sighed the purple clad male as he continued to move through the forest at an unnaturally fast clip. Chessur followed close behind, a deeply concerned look on his furry face.
“He has already begun to drain the life force of Underland but I have no idea what he plans to do with that power. It will not be long until the lands start falling into chaos,” the feline replied, his body shimmering in and out of view.
“We don't have time to stop and take care of me then! We have to start warning the others,” Alice protested, squirming in Tarrant's tight grasp.
“No, th'bluddy cat c'n send word. Righ' naow Ah need t'take care o'ye,” the milliner gritted out, his voice a gruff brogue as he began to move even faster. Chessur gave disgruntled noise before winking at the pair and disappearing.
“Ha…,” she began again, only to be silenced by a hard stare.
“T-tarrant?” she whispered, her blue eyes going wide as his orange gaze burned into hers. There was a rim of crimson around both irises, letting the injured female know just how close he was to losing his tenuous grip on his control.
“I need t'tend t'ye,” he hissed, a hard edge to his roughened voice as he continued to charge forward.
“But, I'll be fine in a few days! I probably shouldn't go to sleep for a while but I'll be okay,” the former champion protested, no longer fighting but not content with the current turn of events. Instead of answering, the haberdasher tightened his grip on her as he finally burst through some trees in front of his house.
Then he was charging into the ramshackle building, his sunset colored eyes flicking around the room in a desperate manner. “Stay here,” he rumbled as he finally sat her on a lopsided couch. A couch that seemed to wrap an upholstered arm around her to keep her in place. Sighing, Alice relaxed against the furniture and patted the stiff arm around her waist.
“We still have to make a plan, gather an army! We also need to be sure Queen Mirana is protected,” the resigned female sighed.
“No. Righ' naow we need t'take care o'yer wounds. Yer no gud t'anyone like this. Ye need t'rest an' recover,” Tarrant husked, fixing her with a glare as he strode back over to her with some bandages and salves. Resigned to her fate, Alice bent her head forward for her friend to examine. His fingers danced delicately over her abused scalp as he made concerned noises in his throat.
“Taint broken but yer gonna have a nasty lump,” he murmured as he gently began to dab at the spot with some cool salve. As soon as the substance touched her skin, it began to tingle relieving some of the pain as well as a bit of the pounding headache she had.
Sighing in relief, Alice relaxed into the couch and shut her eyes briefly. Then she opened them, forcing herself to stay conscious with sheer force of will. As she focused on staying awake, Tarrant was carefully laying some bandages over the salve, kissing the wound when he finished. “I need to stay awake,” the tired, foggy woman whispered, valiantly trying to keep her eyes open.
“Tell mae 'bout yer fam'ly Above,” came a gruff whisper as a half gloved hand came to grasp hers and a pair of burning eyes locked with hers. With a small smile, the blonde took a deep breath and began a tale about her and her sister.
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