Chapter 2: The Red Alice
Sarah found herself in the middle of strange woods. Trees grew tall, and no light broke through the darkness. Strangely, however, she could see perfectly fine. There was a sound of heavy breathing behind her. Turning quickly, she was just in time to see a tea cup thrown at her. Ducking, it flew just barely over her head and shattered when it hit a tree behind her. As she righted herself to see who it was that threw the object, she had hardly enough time to realize the person disappeared, when some one grabbed her hair and pushed something sharp to her throat.
"You're late for tea!" came a strange voice behind her. A maniacle laugh followed, and she realized the object at her throat was a sword. "Late, late, la- have you ever noticed the shade of red your hair is?" the sudden topic change surprised her, and took her a second to analyze what the man behind her said. But her hair was brown!
"I have not," she said bravely. "Have not looked in a mirror recently!" she had hardly finished when the man broke into another laughing fit.
"Here! Here is a lock! See it now?!" He released her hair for a moment and wrapped his arm around her throat instead of pressing the sword into it. In his hand was a piece of crimson red hair. Her hair?
But, this position! The the few years of defensive martial arts she had taken, Sarah knew how to escape this hold! She acted quickly, twisting his arm with one hand and using the other to hit his wrist, causing him to drop the sword. She elbowed him in the gut and he released her entirely. She bent down and picked up the sword. Using both hands, she pointed the tip of it at the middle of the attacker. Now she could observe him.
He was a man in his late twenties or early thirties. He wore a tattered, wrinkled, and torn black vest over a purple and red striped, long sleeved button up shirt, of which the sleeves were nearly torn off. His shirt was half unticjked from his blue jeans, like he started to tuck it in and changed his mind, not caring to untuck it. His feet were large, fuuzy brown paws, and brown hare ears came out of his matted brown hair. Yellow eyes held a crazed look, and his smile sat creepily on his half cocked head.
"Wh-Who are you?" Sarah asked. He gave a maniacle laugh.
"Don't you know Alice?" he said to her. "I'm the Mad Hare! Now, you don't want to use that sword. Put it down." He warned her, his eyes tinged with fear, but the mad smile never leaving.
"N-No!" Sarah, now Alice, said. It was pure self defence that she held that sword for, but, before she knew what she was doing, her hands seemed to move on their own. One let go of the sword, the other thrust forward. The sword struck right between the ribs, directly in the heart. At that, the Hare gave a long, loud, gurgling mad laugh, until he could no longer laugh, lying on the ground, spitting out blood.
The Red Alice looked the unmoving corpse with a small smile. "Look who's late for tea now!" she said with a giggle.
