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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 want to extend a hearty thanks to a special reviewer on Adult Fanfiction! Thank you for enjoying the story so far!
Chapter Seven: Heinous Designs
It was well beyond dark when the ragtag group came to a stop. Tarrant and Alice rode on top of Bandy while McTwisp and Thackery ran beside the gallumphing beast. Mallymkun was astride the hatter's hat and shielding her eyes with a furless paw. By the time they stopped, Chessur still hadn't shown up; making everyone worried. “It's not like him to be this late,” Alice whispered as she slid off the enormous Bandersnatch.
“Aye, tis strange indeed,” the milliner whispered as he slid off as well, palming one of his throwing knives as he looked around nervously. Mally crawled down his side while he crouched, scampering into the underbrush to take a quick look around for danger. Thackery nervously sniffed the air, his ragged brown ears twitching and McTwisp stood tall with his paws pressed to his chest and his ears straight in the air.
“If he's been turned, we'll not be safe for even a moment,” the white rabbit whispered, tugging on his waistcoat nervously.
“Och why di' Ah allow ya t'git mae mixed oop in this,” burred the nervous hare as he threw an accusing gaze at the wild haired haberdasher. Tarrant only shrugged neutrally as he pulled Alice close to his side and held her there.
“If the bloody feline isnae here by the time we've finished settin' up camp, we'll have t'consider him a traitor,” the tux wearing male muttered darkly before pulling open a saddle bag on Bandy's left hip and whispering into it.
Soon the tents were setting themselves up while a pair of shovels dug a fire pit. “Ah'll be goin' in th'woods t'see if there are any trees that'd be willin' t'donate a few dead branches. Thackery, guard mae Alice wi'yer life,” the orange haired tailor ordered before he simply melted into the darkness. Alice watched in awe, finding herself wondering just how he disappeared so silently and completely. The man wasn't exactly dressed for stealth and his hair certainly didn't help. Once again, she found herself wondering just how bad the initial war with Iracebeth had been. Not one of her friends seemed untouched by the events.
Thackery certainly seemed to suffer from some form of PTSD, always hyper aware and ready to run at a moment's notice. McTwisp's obsession with time could be due to Iracebeth's demands on him, she had probably made sure he was on time by doing horrendous things to him the blonde had yet to hear about. Hatter… she still couldn't hazard a guess what had happened to the man. From the way he acted, it was obvious he had been on the front lines; maybe even running stealth missions to take out key opponents. She idly wondered how many people he had killed but quickly pulled herself from the useless train of thought. All this thinking about the past was nowhere near productive.
To Thackery's very loud protests, Alice got to her feet and walked the few steps to the saddle bags to look through their food. “Hush March! I doubt I'll be attacked a few feet from where I was sitting,” the blonde sighed, using the hare's nickname to try to draw him out of his panic.
“Tha' may bae lil missy bu' Ah was pu' in charge o' ya! If'n ya s'much as scrape yer knee it'll be mae very hide!” the brown lapine groaned, his wide eyes rolling wildly as he looked around the edges of the clearing nervously. He looked about ready to jump out of his fur any moment and the champion found herself wondering if he would run or fight.
“How bout you tell the tea pot your recipes for tea?” Alice offered gently, giving the shaking creature the porcelain items. At once his demeanor changer to eager enthusiasm and he began to mutter Outlandish into the top of the kettle. The former trades-woman watched with a smile before she resumed digging around for a skillet and some food she could cook for everyone once Tarrant got back with some firewood.
By the time the milliner had returned, the group had become a bit more relaxed but was still on guard. With a grim look on his pale face, the tux wearing male set up the logs and coaxed them to burst into flame, drawing a surprised gasp from Alice. No matter how long she was in Underland, there would still be things that surprised her. Chuckling, the blonde got to her feet to talk to the skillet and food to see what they felt like making. Since this morning she had been dying to try it. To her surprise and delight, her polite requests were met with cooing and general approval. “Don't ya worry your lil head my darling girl! We'll make you the best dinner we can,” squeaked the skillet in a proud, female voice before hopping onto its handle and barking orders to various food items.
“Yae di' very well mae Alice,” came a satisfied burr by one of her ears as she felt a pair of hands come to rest on her shoulders. Smiling, the once again savior turned to smile at her lover and dearest friend.
“I just hope they make something everyone likes,” the blonde responded as Mally came scampering up to the resting group. Without waiting to be asked, Tarrant bent to extend an arm for the rodent to climb. Once she was safely perched on his top hat, she straightened the red tunic she wore and gave Alice a quick bow.
“I didn't see anyone out there and so far none of the trees or various flora have turned. I wouldn't stay for long though. The corruption is spreading quickly,” chirped the small creature.
“Aye, Ah c'n feel it in th'air. We need t'get this done and over wi' as soon as possible,” the orange haired tailor growled, all his tenderness of earlier leaving for a very business-like demeanor. His half gloved hands tightened on Alice's shoulders briefly before he took a seat beside her and practically pulled her into his lap. Orange stained fingers slowly moved over her golden locks as if to comfort himself.
“Yer no' t'leave mae sight fer any reason,” he husked into the crown of her head, his blazing orange eyes watching the kitchen instruments prepare the food.
From the shadows of the trees around the camp, an invisible figure watched the small group closely. It had seemed like hours but the creature had been waiting centuries for an opportunity like this. Soon it would know power it's kind had only dreamed about, it could afford to wait a few more hours. So it waited, watching the group as they ate and laughed. Soon its patience paid off and the group retired to their tents one by one. With an evil smile on it's face, the Djinn mumbled a spell under its breath; a spell that would keep them asleep while it came into the camp to collect what it needed.
Stayne paced the length of his throne room, his hands clasped behind his back while Chessur perched on his shoulder. The blue and gray colored feline looked oddly somber, almost like a zombie. Within a few moments of this, the demonic looking Djinn appeared in the room; an absolutely horrifying grin on it's red face. From the look on it's face, the Knave was able to tell it had been successful. “My master, she is in the early stages of pregnancy,” the creature purred, drawing crazed laughter from the leather clad man.
“Excellent! Now all we need to do is wait for that little marking of hers to become full. Any estimation?” the dark man asked excitedly, giving Chessur's ears an absent scratch. The large feline only blinked slowly, as if not fully comprehending everything that was happening.
“May be as soon as the 'morrow. I have placed a spell on her to alert us of when it happens. All is going well,” the Djinn purred, its own smile on its terrifying face.
“Absolutely perfect,” Stayne chuckled, dark laughter bubbling from his chest as a pair of ebony eyes shot open in Mamoreal.
Mirana sat bolt upright in her bed, her breath leaving her frail chest in ragged, rattling gasps. Her white skin had gradually grown more and more gray and black was beginning to creep up along the edges of her dress. She could feel the evil spreading in Underland like a disease and it was slowly but surely killing her. If Stayne wasn't stopped soon, her entire kingdom would fall into darkness. The creatures were no doubt already turning into demonic versions of themselves and were becoming dangerous. “Bayard,” the ailing monarch called out in a wavering voice, drawing the Bloodhound to her bedside immediately.
“Find Hatter, give him a message for me. Alice is in terrible danger,” she whispered in a barely there voice, giving the canine's floppy ears an affectionate rub.
“But Majesty if I leave who will guard you?” asked the worried hound, fear for the monarch clear in his brown eyes.
“I will be fine when Underland is no longer being warped by the power of that Djinn, please. If it is planning what I think it is, we need to warn them as soon as possible,” Mirana gasped out, flinching as more of her dress turned black, the color spreading almost like blood on cloth. Bayard only whimpered before dashing off like the very hounds of Hell were on his tail.
Alice awoke to the sound of a dog howling off in the distance and felt a cold rush of fear fill her. As if sensing her distress, the man next to her pulled her into a protective embrace as he slowly sat up. “Tis jest Bayard,” he murmured in a sleep roughened voice as he placed a loving kiss on the top of her head. Then the haberdasher was slowly getting to his feet, revealing he was all too naked. Feeling a flush of embarrassment and lust, the former tradeswoman got dressed as well before allowing Tarrant to lead her out of their tent and into the early morning gloom.
Once outside, they were greeted by a frantic Mallymkun scampering up to them from Bandy. The tiny fighter had slept in the huge beast's fur for both warmth and safety last night. “It's Bayard,” she gasped out as she climbed the hatter's purple clothing and resumed her position on his top hat.
“He's saying that Mirana sent him,” the small rodent whispered, worry in her large eyes as the Bloodhound came running into the camp at break neck speed.
“Alice, Tarrant. Thank the Under I found you,” he panted out, his four legs shaking as he tried to catch his breath.
“Important message from the Queen. She thinks Stayne may be preparing to do the 'Infernus' spell,” the panting canine continued as he slowly sat down to catch his breath some. While Alice had no idea what Bayard was talking about, it seemed Tarrant certainly knew.
“No, not that spell. I knew he was evil but to even think about using such dark Magick,” came a nervous gasp, making everyone turn to look at an absolutely terrified McTwisp.
“Aye, Ah agree. Tha' he would use such a spell…,” the milliner hissed, his voice holding deep rage and terror as his hold tightened on the female next to him.
“What does the spell entail?” Alice asked, earning a grimace from the gathering group. Even Thackery had joined them, looking around in his usual nervous manner.
“We donnae like t'speak o' such unpleasantries,” the ragged hare murmured, cleaning one of his long ears in an effort to comfort himself.
“Aye bu' I 'ave a dreadful feelin' tha' he may 'ave mae Alice in mind,” Tarrant growled, worry clear in his voice as his grip tightened on her arm. Then the wild haired man was leading her into their tent, sitting her down on their makeshift bed before he began to pace.
As he moved frantically, his orange eyes kept traveling to her neck; making her touch the spot he was staring at out of curiosity. Pleasure exploded in her lower body as soon as her fingertips brushed a tiny spot on her flesh, making the blonde spasm in place as a gasp left her lips. Before she could even begin to ask what had caused that, Tarrant was kneeling before her and taking her hands into his. The rough material of his fingerless gloves brushed pleasantly against her skin as he seemed to search for what to say. “Alice, I have somethin' important t'tell ya,” he sighed, his intense eyes filled with an uncharacteristic worry. Then he was closing them and taking a deep breath as his body went slightly slack.
“In Underland, sometimes it's possible to find your… well your soulmate. A soulmate is a very rare thing down here but once found, there will be no separating them. They feel eachother's pain, needs and can even communicate telepathically in some cases. An easy way to tell if your are soulmates is to bite your intended during sex. Usually your family marking will show up on their skin. This marking is very sensitive but essential in cementing the bond,” Hatter whispered in a quiet lisp, his eyes slowly sliding open to reveal vibrant green orbs. Alice could only stare down at him as she absorbed everything he said.
The first night they had been together, Hatter's more violent side had bitten her neck hard enough to draw blood. Ever since then she had noticed an odd sensitivity in the skin there as well as the absence of any wound. She had merely shrugged it off as more Underland strangeness but with what her lover was telling her, it had been something much deeper. “I'm… we're… can you feel me right now?” Alice asked curiously, all sorts of questions spinning around in her head.
“If I concentrate on it. It's been getting clearer all the time. I usually try to not focus on it to give you your privacy,” replied her timid friend as a tentative smile began to curl his red lips.
“Why can't I feel you?” the blonde asked, a small smile on her pale face. The fact that he could get in her head but chose not to made her feel oddly happy.
“You have yet to mark me in return but we're not in here to talk about that,” Hatter sighed, the absence of his madness feeling rather odd to the blonde. She had seen more of the more dangerous, short tempered part of her lover and she found herself wondering just who the original personality was. They all called the orange eyed version his madness but was that what the war had made him, with the soft spoken one being more of a social mask? Was the Hatter she was seeing the one he had always been before the war or had he been forced into that because his normal personality was too traumatized to be safe? Had he been the 'Hatter' for so long that he had simply forgotten who he really was? Did she really know her friend at all?
“Alice?” lisped a quiet, but concerned voice as callused fingertips gently touched her cheek, jolting her out of her thoughts. Giving the man in front of her a reassuring smile, the once again champion placed her hand over his to hold it against her face.
“Just thinking Tar… Ha… what on Earth do I call you?” she asked, playful exasperation in her voice as she reached down with her free hand to run her fingers through his bright orange hair.
“I… I don't know anymore Alice,” he sighed in a lost sounding voice, leaning into her hands.
Then he was getting to his feet and pacing, his expression switching between worried and outraged. “Hatter?” the blonde asked cautiously, deciding to go with the name she knew for his current 'personality'.
“The spell that arzi is going to use is very black Magick, intended to turn all of Underland into a literal Hell. All the denizens will be forcefully changed into demonic creatures that will be utterly loyal to him. With an army like that and the Djinn on his side, he could easily take over Overland as well,” the haberdasher hissed, keeping his gaze locked on the ground as he moved. At his words, Alice felt a cold rush of fear wash through her. If he was right, Stayne was much more of a danger than she had originally thought. Before she could ask how the spell would be performed, Hatter was in front of her again; kneeling down to grasp her face.
“This spell is one of the most evil ones that can be performed, often corrupting the soul of the caster beyond any redemption. The key component for the Magick is a pure, unborn soul,” he whispered urgently, orange rimming his green eyes as his more violent side started to come forward. His words took a minute to click but when they did Alice got a horrified look on her pale face.
“You mean he has to kill a pregnant being?” she asked in a small, quiet voice, getting a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach.
“He doesn't have to kill the mother, just make her lose the child,” he whispered, his eyes staying locked on hers as his callused thumbs caressed her cheeks.
“Are you saying… Am I pregnant?” she whispered in a stunned voice, placing a shaking hand on her flat stomach. Hatter only closed his eyes as his nostrils flared and he took a deep inhale of her scent. The longer he took to respond, the more that feeling in her stomach grew into dread.
“Aye mae Alice. Yae be expectin' our first bairn,” he rumbled in a roughened voice, placing his own hand over hers. That was when realization hit her in the head like a cinder-block and she was on her feet with a look of fury and outright terror on her milky face.
“That's why he let me go so easily! He didn't have to return me once he had Mirana's Magick! He could have just killed all of us and had done with it! He must be waiting to…,” she whispered, the anger in her voice getting thicker and thicker as her hands curled into fists and began to shake. Tarrant was there within moments, rising to his feet to cup her face gently to force her gaze onto him.
“Aye, no doubt as revenge fer dethronin' th'Red Queen. Donnae fear, Ah'll be protectin' th'both o' ye wi' mae life,” he growled, his own rage burning in his now crimson eyes. If the Knave even dared to come near Alice, the crazed tailor would kill him no matter the consequence.
To his shock, Alice ripped herself from his arms and began to murmur to the items inside the tent as well as the tent itself. Then she was walking out stiffly while the sleeping bags folded themselves and followed behind her. Tarrant followed closely, not even blinking when the tent collapsed itself as soon as he left. “Get ready to set out for the Red Queen's castle. That's where we were gonna head before Chess disappeared. Thackery, you and McTwisp go tell the people you gathered yesterday to meet us there,” she ordered in a no nonsense voice as their camp packed itself.
The two lapines only gave curt nods before they bolted off in opposite directions, leaving the champion and her lover alone. Giving the man beside her a grim but horrified look, the blonde wrapped her arms around the purple clad male and burrowed her head in the green silk of his shirt. That was when the dam broke and terrified sobs broke from her and Tarrant wrapped gentle arms around her. “Shh, Ah'll no' le' him harm either o' ya,” he murmured in a gentle, soothing voice as he pet her hair lovingly.
“This should be the happiest day of our lives, not the most terrifying,” she whispered in a shaky voice, trembling as she kept her face pressed against his chest. The man holding her only kissed the top of her head before he removed the hand on her hair to tip her chin up.
His lips met hers in a tender but protective kiss. The hand on her back tightened, pulling her tight against him. Then he was breaking the tender embrace, shuddering slightly as he rested his paper white forehead against hers. “Ah swear t'ye Alice, if he dares to take ya Ah'll tear apart all o' Underland 'til Ah find ya,” the haberdasher hissed in a dark voice before he scooped her up in his strong arms. Making sure she was secure, Tarrant dashed to the waiting Bandersnatch and vaulted onto his back in one leap. As soon as they were settled, the giant beast gallumphed off towards the Red Queen's castle.
In the now quiet clearing, a glowing red mist formed into the torso of the Djinn. As the demonic looking creature watched the Bandersnatch run off into the distance, an evil cackle left its lips. “They are making this far too easy,” it hissed darkly before it teleported back to its master. Stayne, who had been lounging on the black, twisted looking throne, was on his feet as soon as the creature appeared.
“What news do you bring?” the insane man hissed in an eager voice, a terrifying smile on his too pale face.
“They are heading this way,” the thing growled in a darkly amused voice, smirking at its summoner as he began to let loose an utterly evil laugh.
“Excellent, walking right to us. Chessur, gather your brethren and lie in wait for them. When they arrive, make sure they are well taken care of,” the Knave ordered with a snap of his gloved fingers. The blue and gray cat, who had been lounging on the back of the throne, merely gave a nod before disappearing.
“Oh my dearest Um, the things I have planned for you,” the crazed male snarled before barking out peal after peal of sadistic laughter.
It both seemed like no time at all and that an eternity had passed until they reached the moat that surrounded the looming castle. When Iracebeth lived there it had looked intimidating enough, under Stayne's twisted influence, it looked downright hellish. Staring up at the black, twisted looking castle as she slid off Bandy's back, Alice gripped the hilt of the sword that hung at her hip. The blade sent a wave of comfort straight to her heart, making the nervous female relax almost instantly. “Don't worry dearie, Tarrant isn't the only one determined to protect you,” her katana assured in a soft voice, boosting the savior's confidence even more. Then a rough hand came down on her shoulder, making the female jolt in shock and look up to see Tarrant looking down at her with a deathly serious look.
“Stay behind mae,” he bit out, shoving her behind him with a firm, protective arm. Then the trio approached the looming doors, deciding to not wait for the army to arrive. The sooner this was ended, the better. They had only gotten a few feet before a large myriad of floating creatures appeared in front of them. At the front of the pack was Chessur, making Alice's heart sink to the pit of her stomach.
“Fair Farren Hatta,” the feline purred before the pack surged forward as one. Tarrant braced himself in front of Alice, only to have the creatures phase through him like water to surround Alice.
“Alice!” he screamed as the swirling cloud of animals disappeared with the champion. Then he was turning to throw a knife at where Chessur had been, only to hit the door. His shoulders heaved as his eyes changed to a dark crimson, his half gloved hands curling into tight, shaking fists. Then he was charging into the looming castle, a steady stream of Outlandish leaving his lips. However, when he got inside, the entire place was utterly deserted.
Slipping to his purple clad knees, the enraged, terrified milliner began to punch the ebony stone of the floor over and over. All too soon he was drawing blood but he did not stop, not even when Mally scampered out from under his hat and onto his shoulder to plead in his ear. He only stopped when Thackery and McTwisp came charging in with their army. A pair of hands stopped his movement and the crazed man whirled around to place a blade against the offender's throat. A young, green haired nymph only held up her hands in surrender, a worried look on her green tinged face. “He took mae Alice, she's pregnant,” he whispered all the fight leaving him as his body sagged and he lost consciousness.
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