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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!!: Gore. Extreme Violence. Forced Miscarriage. Loss of Sanity. More extreme bits marked with **
Author's Note: I apologize for the darkness and the graphicness here. I have never flinched from details, no matter how unpleasant to write.
Chapter Nine: Fight for the Light
The dragon they faced off with couldn't be any more different than the ones they rode on. He was a lot larger; bulky, muscular and built more like a lizard than a serpent. It's bat-like wings blotted out the sun as it's frill framed head reared back. The long, hooked muzzle opened, revealed roiling, boiling fire. Then the fire was surging towards them like a stream and Lilsa had to swerve out of the way. “Isyldr!” the pearl colored dragon cried sorrow and desperation in her chime-like voice. This seemed to make the larger, more frightening looking dragon halt in place; a pained look crossing it's red scaled face.
“Lilsa, I cannot control myself,” came a distraught sounding rumble that sounded like a mountain shifting. Then he was unleashing an unholy death cry and charging for one of the flight, slamming right into a moss green serpent. The unfortunate reptile let loose an absolutely heart rending shriek, making everyone within miles clap their hands over their ears just to shut out the sound.
“No, not Yaounta,” hissed the matriarch, ignoring the passenger on her back in favor for heading right for the crimson horror holding one of her hatchlings.
**The looming dragon paid her no mind, tearing the serpentine creature in half. The unfortunate being was still very much alive and let loose such a shriek of pain that the very Under itself shuddered in sympathy. Long intestines and still attached muscle draped from his body as he yowled his agony to the heavens. Letting loose a screech of her own, Lilsa gathered energy from the Magick around them and launched the glowing ball at the screaming head of her child.
“Forgive me my son, you will be out of your pain soon,” she whispered just as the ball of energy collided with his head and disintegrated it.**
Pearls and diamonds rolled freely down the dragoness' cheeks as she gave Tarrant an apologetic look. “Forgive me child, I do not have the time to let you off my back,” Lilsa sighed in a voice full of heartbreak and rage only a mother would know. Then she was launching herself at the fairytale beast, her long body swimming in the air as she skillfully dodged blasts of fire. Releasing a hellish scream the would make the deities tremble, the wronged matron straightened her body into a stiff rod as bright light began to gather around her and her passenger.
Tarrant only hid himself in her protective mane, knowing all too well the fury and sorrow his Droma must be feeling. Narrowing his eyes as the light around them grew painfully bright, the wild haired warrior placed a shielding arm in front of his face just before they sliced through Isyldr's arm like a hot knife through butter. To be more accurate, it was the aura around them that did the damage; severing the appendage at the shoulder just before they passed through. Hot, lava-like blood rained around them from the wound, most of it deflected by the glowing light but some getting through anyway.
As the substance hit Lilsa's snake-like scales, she let out whimpers of pain as it instantly ate through her skin. The milliner on her back was not idle during this time, doing his best to brush the fluid off before it did too much damage. The cruel looking dragon let out a screech of agony before whirling and spewing another jet of fire that Lilsa easily dodged. “Stay buried in my mane,” she murmured, giving Tarrant a horrible feeling about what she was going to do. With a bone chilling battle roar, the serpentine dragoness was speeding at the hulking crimson nightmare as light began to gather around her once more.
**Grimacing, the tailor ducked himself into the flowing hair along her back and braced himself. In seconds they were shooting through the creature's chest, burning blood splattering around them as they exited. Yet, despite the huge amounts of viscera and gore burning her skin like acid, Lilsa directed their descent to the city crashing into a marble landing platform. Tarrant was off her in a split second, frantically wiping off the substance that was rapidly dissolving her scales and eating her alive. “It is no use Droso. I am a goner. All I ask is that you put me out of my misery,” the dying matron rumbled in a pain filled sigh, her long, elegant whiskers eaten down to the bone and nerves.
More than half of her scales were already gone, her muscle quickly following and she was still very much alive and conscious. The milliner flexed his hands before he withdrew a throwing knife. “Forgive mae Droma. May yer spirit join th'stars,” he whispered before lunging forward and cutting her jugular with one swift stroke. Gold colored blood spewed out from the wound but her gentle eyes held deep gratefulness.**
“Thank you child of my soul,” whispered her voice on the wind as her eyes slowly closed. In a flash of bright, white light, her body disappeared into sparkles; the glittering trail heading to the sky. As one, the flight let out a low, mournful cry. Then rain began to pour down, as if the Under too mourned the loss of the great dragoness.
Tarrant stared up at the sky for a few seconds before scooping Mally off his shoulder and setting her down on the recently torn up marble. “Ah'll no' lose anyone else,” he snarled in a thick brogue before he turned on his heel and ran into the huge, abandoned, floating city. His destination was straight ahead and he didn't deviate once, easily disposing of deformed, warped creatures that had been sent to kill him. Each creature had been twisted into a half formed demon, the evil permeating the Magickal currents having forcibly changed them. He couldn't let that fact deter him though, not with Lilsa dead and Alice in danger. A grim, furious look was on his pale face, faint tears rolling down his pallid cheeks as he killed beings he knew just to get to Stayne.
Her head hurt and it felt like she was hanging suspended by her wrists. Groaning and rolling her sore neck, Alice opened her eyes to assess her situation. At first everything was a huge blur but she was at least able to tell her limbs were spread eagled and she was suspended vertically. Thankfully the former champion's vision cleared rapidly as she was able to make out the room she was in. It was huge and empty, the walls painted a dark black. The only illumination was from some red light thrown off by black candles scattered throughout the huge space. She appeared to be suspended in the middle by some rough rope and she was completely naked. An odd symbol had been scratched in her stomach by what had to be claws and beneath her feet was a large star in a red circle, painted in blood.
All at once all her memories returned and she found herself feeling utterly afraid. Stayne had kidnapped her and was going to do something to her to force her to miscarry her child, all in an effort to corrupt and warp the Underland into a hellish place. In a second she was struggling against the rope, despair and terror rising within her when they didn't so much as budge. “Ah, you're awake my little 'champion',” came a mocking, slimy voice, drawing her attention to a dark silhouette by her right side. Then the Knave was stepping into the wavering candlelight, a cruel smile on his pale face.
Alice gave him a look of utter hatred before rearing back her head and spitting in his loathsome face. Stayne didn't seem bothered by her show of disrespect and violence, in fact it only seemed to make his smile larger. Then he was backhanding her hard before letting out a howl of darkly insane laughter. “Oh that was a mistake my little flower. I had half a mind to be merciful but I can see my efforts will go unappreciated,” he growled, the horrible Djinn forming beside him and giving her an absolutely hungry look.
“Can we start yet sire?” came the thing's eager rasp, making her skin crawl from the horror of her situation. There was nothing she could do to get free or even protect herself. All she could hope for was that Tarrant and the others would show up before something irreversible happened. Not only her life was at stake but the entire existence of the Under.
“No, we will wait until the Queen's haberdasher shows up to see this. I want him to be here to witness this,” the crazed man hissed, his one eye glinting with terrible amusement as he let his gaze wander over her naked body. Instead of sobbing or showing how petrified she was, the fierce woman jutted her chin out at her captor and gave him a glare that would rival Iracebeth.
Stayne only laughed in response, summoning Chessur with a wave of his hand. If the feline had any memory or caring about her predicament, Alice was wholly unable to tell. Her former friend gave her a look one would give a coffee table before curling around the Knave's broad shoulders. All at once it was too much to bear and her carefully constructed guard crumbled as she began to sob. If Chess was lost to them, the fight was already won. Even if Tarrant came now, there would be no stopping the ritual and the knowledge made her heart clench for the strange land she so loved.
As a child she had often been told her experiences here had been nothing but a dream, that all of her cherished friends were but in her head. As she got older, Alice had been forced to accept what they had told her or risk being committed in a rubber room for the rest of her life; something her father would have never stood for had he been alive. It had gotten to the point that she had been convinced she was dreaming for most of her second visit. It was only near the end that she had realized what was happening was very real, bringing back all those memories of her childhood. Yet it hadn't been the fight with the Jabberwocky that had cemented the reality of this realm to her, it had been her very real heartbreak when she had to leave Hatter once more.
A sudden, loud bang announced said tailor's entrance into the front hall. It was only a rapidly placed spell weaved by the Djinn that kept her from calling out to warn her lover. Yet, even if she had been able to call out, she doubted that would have mattered to Tarrant. With everything he had told her before she had been abducted, she wouldn't blame the seamster for tearing this place apart until she was safe. If she was in his position, she would be doing the very same thing. “Sounds like your other half has managed to make his way here like I thought he would. One thing I can say for Tarrant, he was never short on connections,” the leather clad male rumbled turning to face the door just as the wild haired male burst into the room.
As soon as he saw Alice, his Alice, strung up in the middle of the room and wounded; Tarrant's vision went a deep shade of red and a cry of pure rage ripped from his chest. Then he was charging forward while still screaming, only making it a few steps before he was frozen in place by the monstrous Djinn's power. “So good of you to join us Hightopp. Don't worry about your friends ruining the party, my friend has already made sure they can't interrupt,” the evil, insane male assured in a darkly amused voice before prowling to stand in front of the bound, suspended blonde.
“If yae lay one finger on mae Alice yae'll live t'regret it,” the frozen tailor snarled, not even able to struggle as the towering man placed a leather gloved hand on Alice's flat stomach. Then her world was filled with agonizing pain as the castle began to shake and crumble around them.
**It felt as if a rusty meat hook had been lodged in her abdomen and was pulling. Scream after scream of agony left her lips, her upper thighs beginning to tremble from the sheer magnitude of her pain. Then there was a ripping feeling from inside her and she heard the patter of blood hitting the stone as her unborn child began to leave her body. “Alice! Yae fuckin' frumious destyrn!” Tarrant screamed from across the room, sounding like he had nearly torn out his vocal cords from the sheer volume of his voice. Stayne only cackled as wave after wave of thick, nauseating pain radiated from Alice's contracting womb.**
“Witness as I give birth to a new Underland through the help of one meant to be it's savior,” the twisted male laughed, turning his back on the moaning female to grin at the fuming tailor.
As soon as the monster and his Djinn were distracted, Chessur formed by her head. “Oh sweet child, how I wish I could have spared you this pain,” he whispered in her ear before floating down to the blood coated runes beneath her feet. Alice was in too much pain and shock to even realize what was going on, drifting in and out of consciousness while the evaporator worked below her.
“Hold on now Alice, it will not be long,” the gray and blue cat whispered, placing two paws on her abdomen and whispering something in a guttural language.
All of this went unnoticed by all other parties, the three males too focused on glaring eachother down. Tarrant was so furious he was shaking despite the spell he was under and he growled viciously as the Knave drew closer. The smell of Alice's blood was nearly driving him mad, the knowledge that it was the life of his child only making him that much closer to fully snapping. “If I evar git free o' this, Ah'll take great pleasure in makin' ya die as slow as Ah c'n,” snarled the mostly crazed male, unable to move as his nemesis raised a hand to pat his cheek in a condescending manner. It was at that moment that the Djinn beside the dark male wavered just slightly, allowing the milliner free and all Hell to break loose.
In moments the palace was flooded with the small army that had been frozen outside. Yet, as they entered the room, none of them made a move to interfere with the fighting pair. The Djinn itself seemed to be fading in and out of opacity while the two grappled, making the newcomers very confused. One moment it had seemed like Stayne had very firmly won, now it seemed like things had inexplicably turned in their favor. No one noticed the barely visible cat gently cutting an unconscious Alice down.
Chessur's green eyes moved from side to side as brethren of all shapes and sizes appeared to catch the falling champion. There was one other spell that such a horrible sacrifice could be used for and that was for summoning the patron deity of Underland., a being the very much did not like to be involved in mortal affairs. It saw it's involvement as unfair and preferred to let the beings decide their own fate while it made sure their souls were well taken care of. From the looks of things, the ancient creature was well on it's way and was righteously pissed off. Grinning despite the grimness of the situation, Chess lead the cloud of varying evaporating species to the sidelines to lay Alice down. Then he turned to watch the 'show'.
The longer Tarrant fought the more he slipped into absolute madness. If anyone dared to intervene or got in the way, he was very likely to kill them no matter if they were friend or foe. He darted in for quick hits on the Knave, drawing his fair share of blood and taking little damage in return. In his rage, he never noticed his soulmate being cut down and moved, nor did he noticed the bright, white light now coming from the bloody symbols. Sweeping out with a leg, he knocked Stayne onto his back and was just about to lunge in for the kill when everything simply froze in place once more.
“Thou silly mortals… Not one of you has the sense I graced you with,” came a booming, exasperated, voice that seemed to be both genders and yet neither. Then a towering, quadruped, deer-like creature appeared. It's branch-like antlers scraped the ceiling and it's face seemed to be all species and yet a species all it's own. Just looking upon it would drive a sane man mad, it was a good thing all in Underland were already there to begin with. Fur that resembled branches of a weeping willow draped it's body and it's aura filled the room with a feeling of infinite patience.
“Great One,” everyone whispered at once, the Djinn being the only one who said nothing. The demonic creature looked at the towering being with a mixture of hatred and terror.
The huge deity only smiled down at them bore it's galaxy filled eyes moved to the red, incorporeal creature that had been the driving force behind most that had happened. Then the deer-like creature was moving toward the evil being, it's hooves making a clacking noise on the stone floor. “Rylithe, up to your old tricks again. Will you not be satisfied until you see everything I have created is laying in ruins?” the looming God whispered, a look of love on it's ever changing face. Before the Djinn could answer, it was surrounded by a bright, white light.
“No, please! You can't imprison me again! Do you know how long it was until Stayne found me?” the demon begged, a look of true fear crossing it's frowning, red features.
“I am sorry child of aether but I cannot allow you roam free. Your kind is well known for causing trouble when unchained,” the slightly glowing deity replied, it's voice full of sadness as the Djinn slowly disappeared; forming into a red cloud of smoke. A small, plain looking bottle appeared beside the cloud, seeming to suck in the miasma before simply transporting elsewhere.
Once the Djinn was gone, the 'Great One' turned to face the crowd of humans. It's kind, sad gaze landed on the prone trapped Stayne. When the deity had appeared, Tarrant had been frozen in the act of pinning the Knave down to cut him with the throwing knives kept all over his tux. “Child of Eve… I cannot spare you from your fate. Though it pains me to see any living creature die, your crimes warrant punishment,” the quadruped murmured, it's gentle voice full of sympathy and sorrow as the entire room unfroze at once. Wasting no time, the enraged tailor rapidly bound Stayne's hands and feet before the shock wore off. Then he was getting to his feet, giving the prone man an absolutely malicious look.
**“Fer wha' ye've done to mae Alice, Ah will make sure you suffer afore Ah give ya the privilege of dyin',” the crazed haberdasher hissed, flicking one of his knives into a half-gloved hand. Then he launched himself on Stayne, cutting off small bits of his skin to make a hat out of while cackling insanely. The bound male let out screams of agony as bits of his face was peeled off by Tarrant's skilled hands. Still giggling like a madman, the tailor rapidly sewed the bloody strips into stylish cap, placing it on the skinned male's head. Then the tux wearing male was sitting back on his haunches as he rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
“Oh tis definitely yae bu' tis missin' somethin',” the completely mad milliner cooed, his eyes the dark crimson of freshly spilled blood. The still conscious Stayne continued to scream beneath him, blood pouring from the exposed muscle of his face. Tarrant paid none of this any mind, getting off the bound man's torso to crouch by his side. With deft, orange stained fingers, the hatter was undoing the Knave's leather pants to expose his flaccid manhood.
“No, please! Not that!” the panicked male begged in a voice clogged by pain. The orange haired madman only giggled while shaking his head.
“Tis far too late fer any o' that naow. Was too late th'moment yae laid a finger on mae Alice's head,” the lithe, pale male hissed, grabbing Stayne's package by the scrotum and lifting it to expose the base. With one move, he severed the organ; whistling when blood spurted free like a geyser. The demanned Knave let loose a girlish shriek as the milliner jauntily placed the bleeding manhood on the hat.
“Much better!” Tarrant declared before descending into absolutely bone chilling laughter. The bound bleeding man could only scream, his blood pooling beneath his butt as agony singed through his body.**
Ignoring the horrifying happenings, the 'Great One' slowly approached the prone Alice and her furry guardian. “Chesire, you were always clever. If I were you, I would flee while I still had my fur. I doubt the Hightopp will be understanding of your methods,” the God rumbled, amusement in it's omni-present voice. Chessur only shook his large head, his fur now a somber, monochromatic black and gray.
“I will not leave. If I could have thought of any other way, I would have done it,” the floating feline sighed, rubbing Alice's sweat covered face with a gentle paw.
“It is not your fault child of vapor. If you had not changed the runes, no one would have been able to stop the Djinn,” sighed the 'Great One', lowering its face to Alice and closing its eyes. Soon the unconscious woman was surrounded by a bright light as all her wounds were healed and her body clothed.
“Yae two faced bloody rat!” announced Tarrant's change in focus and the pair found themselves looking at the tux wearing male as he charged toward them. In seconds he closed the distance and yet the guilt ridden feline made no move to escape.
“Do what you see fit my friend. I cannot help but think there was something else I could have done. Something to prevent what was done to this poor child,” the contrite cat whispered, the sounds of Stayne's screams slowly tapering off in the background.
The tone of the feline's voice seemed to snap the haberdasher out of his wild insanity just a bit and he halted to give his once friend a considering look. The deity Chessur had summoned merely watched, making no move to stop whatever happened next. Though it had the power, it would not be fair to meddle in the affairs of these mortals. “D-don't hurt him Tarrant,” came a weak plea, drawing the attention of the trio. Alice looked up at all three of them, her gaze mostly focused on her lover as she began to pet the guilt ridden evaporator. The orange haired male only heaved a sigh before scooping her up into his arms.
“Yae healed her din yae?” the milliner whispered, his once again range gaze moving back to the floating felis.
“I had to do at least that much. I could have prevented everything that happened, I could have take her from here sooner,” the stripped cat murmured, slowly rising to the air he kept his gaze on the floor.
“If you had interfered any sooner, there would have been no stopping the corruption of the Under, as I have already told you,” the deer-like God rumbled, drawing the attention of the mortals in the room.
“Only I could have stopped the Djinn and only I can return the White One's Magick to her,” the glowing being continued, it's green fur fluttering as a white light pulsed from its body in a radial wave. In an instant, the atmosphere changed back to normal. Yet, despite this encouraging sign, all in the room knew this was just the beginning of the healing.
“I must leave my children. All I ask is you watch over what I have given you,” the towering creature whispered, giving off an aura of love before simply disappearing.
“Tarrant, I just wanna go home,” the blonde whispered in a weak, broken voice, burrowing into the hatter's orange silk clad chest. The milliner swayed in place, his heart sinking as he took her words quite literally. Yet, after all she had been through he could hardly blame her.
“Donnae worry mae Alice. As soon as yae've rested we'll bae sendin' ya back Above,” he assured as he carried her out of the room that was full of the scent of blood and death.
“What about that slime's body?” came a protest, drawing the tailor's attention.
“Le' th'guardians have his useless carcass,” the Outlander hissed, before he continued his trek outside.
“Do you really want to get rid of me so badly?” came a soft, quiet voice, making the orange haired male stop and look around for a few seconds. When he realized it was Alice that had spoken, he gave her a look so full of shock it was very nearly comical.
“Git rid o' yae? Wha' in th'Seven are yae talkin' about?” he burred, his voice tinged with astonishment as he mounted a teal colored, serpentine dragon.
“You were just saying you were going to send me Above,” the former Tradeswoman replied, sounding confused herself as she tilted her head to one side.
“Did yae no' say yae wanted t'go home?” the perplexed male replied as the dragon beneath them rose into the sky.
“I meant our home,” she replied, disbelief in her voice. She honestly couldn't believe how he had jumped to such a conclusion but was much too tired to express it. She had been through a lot today and right now she just wanted to stay in her beloved's arms. Her beloved… it was still odd to think of him like that but doing so made her feel warm and happy on the inside.
Tarrant could only stare down at the woman in his arms, happiness and relief rising within him. Despite everything that had happened, she wanted to stay here; with him. She had called his generational lands her home. Just the thought of it made him want to kiss her all over but he restrained himself. After what his Alice had been through, she needed to rest. Thankfully she was soon slipping off into sleep, the man holding her keeping a close watch as the flight flew to Mamoreal.
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