Kowhai's Final Fan Fiction

I had fun writing this, enjoy. 

Let the insanity begin, I thought as I stepped out of my father’s car. It had been nearly ten years since I had seen my family home, my memories of this place were much darker than the actual reality. “Alice? I want you to meet your new mother, Arisa” father said introducing a spiteful looking woman. “And this is our child, your sister Alissa” he said ushering forward a podgy little thing. “She’s scary” the child said. I laughed out loud. Oh honesty how you amuse me so. I looked my father and his new family over, comparing the two new additions to my dead mother and sister. Arisa was a tall strong looking woman with long flowing golden hair that fell in waves over her shoulders. She had the body of a supermodel, curvy in all the right places and bordering on anorexia thin. She also had the largest baby blue eyes I had ever seen, so when they looked me up and down judging my worth, I knew I was never going to get along with this barbie doll. The child inherited her mother’s golden locks and baby blues, but she had father’s narrow chin and pointy nose. Her hair was in pigtails and she was dressed in a pink frilly dress. I then studied father, the man who had institutionalised his oldest daughter at the tender age of ten after the fact that she had witnessed her mother and sisters murder. Father was a tall man but now he hunched, in his mossy brown eyes there was a new calculative look that I hadn’t seen before, his face was covered in wrinkles that hadn’t been there before either, though he still had his pointed nose and chin. He wore a black pinstriped business suit that looked brand new; this family must be quite well off I surmised. “Is my room still in the same place?” I asked eager to leave this perfect little family gathering. “Ah yes, it’s exactly as you left it” Father said taken aback. “I would like to rest a while” I said with a fragile smile, I had practiced in the reflective glass of the windows in the old asylum. “Very well, I will fetch you when dinner is ready” he said gruffly. Picking up my bag I walked as quickly as I could without seeming to want to escape from their presence.

Opening my room I saw that it was indeed as I had left it. Pictures of Cheshire, the Hatter, the Hare and the Red Queen adorned my wall, among other fanciful drawings. I looked them over, taking time to study the Hatter and the Cheshire cat. They were both well fed looking creatures without a drop of madness within their grinning faces; both looked extremely pleased as they shared a cup of tea with a little girl with dark hair. A tear fell from my eye as I removed some pictures from my bag. Removing tacks from other pictures, I hung up the contrasting pictures of the Hatter and Cheshire. They were but shadows of themselves in the later pictures. The hatter had lost his smile, insanity ripping him apart; he was missing limbs, living in the darkest recesses of his domain. The look on his face was one of pain. He was made of gears and iron now, his face pale and clammy, clothes in tatters. His green eyes were bright with madness. When I could stand it no longer I turned my head towards the new version of Cheshire. It was as disturbing as the Hatters new image. This Cheshire was still a large cat, but gone was the soft fur and the well fed stomach, replaced with a mangy grey coat that was covered in swirling black tattoos. His bones were prominent, making his paws look huge and menacing, but he still had his grin, but it was the yellowing grin of a madman, one that mocked the world because he wouldn’t care if it burned. Gone were the calm blue green eyes that were written about in children’s tales, now they were a demonic yellow that would make even the hardest monster become wary. I moved away from the wall, to stand before the mirror.

Straight black hair brushed my shoulders while framing a pretty but withdrawn face. Large green eyes stared back at me, the insanity I knew, thinly veiled. Coupled with a small pixie nose, high cheekbones, and thin lips I looked like my late mother. My body was slim and somewhat under fed, my skin too pale, but that was to be expected coming from a place that let in little to no light. My clothes were worn, black and grey striped stockings and long sleeved shirt under a black form fitting maid style dress, complete with a white apron. “Admiring yourself Alice?” a deep, sinister sounding voice asked. “I never thought that you would become a creature of vanity” the amused male voice drawled. I turned with a wicked smile. “Why Chess, it’s been a while has it not?” I asked facing my visitor. He was exactly as I had drawn him. His grin spread across his feline face, his yellowing teeth sharp and blood spattered. “That it has” he said flicking his tail lazily as he leapt to the bed to look at the new pictures. “Quite the artist” he quipped. “It was all I was allowed to do in that place” I said sitting next to him. Habitually I grabbed his tail, twining it between my fingers. “I’m glad our plan worked Chess” I whispered. “There there Alice, you know it was the only way to freedom”. I nodded, recovering myself. “Let us leave this place” Cheshire said moving to stand in front of me. “Alice?” I turned my head at the sound of my name. Father stood in the doorway staring at Chess. “Let us go to wonderland” Cheshire said, his eyes glowing and his grin stretching maniacally. “Lets” I said looking my father in the eye as I faded from his vision.