Dark Wonderland

[Ichigo Kulric]

"We're all MAD here... and will be FOREVER."

A time of evolution. Where Wonderland has grown to be half and half. One side dark, evil, and full of trickery, and the other, the normal Wonderland, confusing, happy, and... different.

Rules of the Chessboard:

Extreme violence is allowed, gore, whatever... along with other adult content, sure
Watch your grammer
Swearing is allowed
Try to post at least a longer paragraph, around 6 long sentences at least
Try to stay on track, be online as much as possible
Cyraus and I are literally best friends in life, so if some relationships are stronger with some of our characters, that's why
Right now I would like to see Cyrauss' character(s) before I accept anyones, but feel free to post if you are DESPERATELY INTERESTED
When you create a character, please post a short post, introducing your character, in the he/she form, if you will
I shall be the evil Cheshire Cat and the normal Cheshire Cat, as well as my own Mad Hatter, the newly improved one. The other one, let's just say... died. *shrugs* So be it. This is kind of, sort of like the Alice Syfy movies.



The Queen of Hearts has taken over all of Wonderland, the good side anyway, while Dark Wonderland is being controlled by the Black Queen of Hearts, more vicious and demented than the Red Queen of Hearts herself. More 'Off with ALL their body parts' than their heads.


The Mad Hatter (me), also just called Hatter, is on the run, and owns a tea shop called 'The Black Rabbit's Potions' (see logo after character outline).
He is related to the normal Mad Hatter, who was killed by the Queen of Hearts, of course. He now is running from the March Hare's (who also was killed by getting his head cut off) daughter called Mad March.


Mad March is the Black Queen of Heart's most vile assassin. She holds a grudge against Hatter because she thinks her father was killed due to Hatter's fathers' accident of slipping an insult at the Queen all those years ago, that got both their fathers killed.


The Black Queen of Hearts actually was made from the Red Queen of Hearts' evil. She was formed in a black mist that traveled over Wonderland, and made some of its inhabitants turn evil, and not just mad.
That was how Dark Wonderland was formed on the other side of the happy one.
She controls a deck of cards that kidnap all Wonderland-creatures and brings them to the darkness to become a slave forever.

Black Cheshire Cat is the evilist of all the forest creatures. He doesn't speak, only kills. So watch out, because he pops up everywhere, when ever he pleases.
Oh, and... you may want to listen for his evil hisses, that means he's laughing, and it also means you're doomed, because unlike the real Cheshire Cat, his tricks are real, and physical.

ALICE-
The real Alice of Legend has been gone for a century. All went even more mad after she escaped from the Queen of Hearts and her army of cards.
There is some mention of her, but other than that, she's just remembered as an evil little girl, because most of Wonderland's people believe she was the cause of the Queen's evil self and the creation of Dark Wonderland.
She, however, was named Queen of Wonderland for her bravery and cunning when she went on her adventures, and made some memorible friends.



ECILA-
Alice of Legend's evil-self. She is the Queen of the Cards, the Queen of Dark Wonderland.
She exists, unlike Alice of Legend, who was in the real world, when it is now 100 years later.
She stalks the shadows all over the forests, which she prefers, and keeps her pet as a watch... well, a watchcat. The Black Cheshire Cat.
She carries a knife at all times, often cutting herself just to see blood. She is literally insane, and kills for her, well, not even liking. Her plan is to make all of Wonderland dark, and once it's fulfilled, she'll get through the Looking-Glass and get the real world to come to the dark side.


More characters to come...

-Chesh

'Tis, I make my characters now. I shall take up any character positions that are needed, like Mad March. I will willingly take her place.
Name: Jeagerjak (Jay-ger-jack)
Age: Hundreds, looks about twenty
Force: Dark Wonderland
Powers/Weapons: He can turn any inert object into a bomb. He caries around decks of cards, which he flicks and turns into an explosive. Once the cards it the target, it explodes.
Personality: Jeagerjak is a very self-righteous and vindictive person. He acts charming sometimes, but only when he is trying to lure someone into a trap. He despises being looked down upon and follows nothing and no one except his own will. He shows no mercy or sympathy to anyone whatsoever.
Other: Jeagerjak's favorite thing to do is to use trickery and charms to lure mortals through the Looking-Glass. Once he has them in it, he will gather them in a forest to hunt them down, one-by-one. This is a hobby of Jeagerjak's. Other subjects of Dark Wonderland often join in the hunting game. Jeagerjak only allows this unless they don't get in his way. In the forest, everything is prey to him.
Appearance:

Name: Unknown (Known as 'she' or 'the silver-haired girl')
Age: Unknown, looks around in her teenage years
Force: She doesn't side with either, but has characteristics from both forces
Powers/Weapons: She can fly with her wings, but no other power whatsoever. If in the position to attack, she will lunge at the opponent and claw and bite at him/her.
Personality: It changes from time to time, but can all be summed up in one word: insane. She is sometimes very bubbly, but her emotions alter quickly and dramatically. She has no real default personality, for it always changes. She can be very lovable or take offense to any sort of comments, even if they aren't insulting or nice.
Other: This girl is the insanity of Wonderland all bundled up in one body. Her emotions are in perpetual alteration, and frequently misconstrue other people's words and actions. She never stays in one mood for more than five minutes. Whoever she becomes 'friends' with, she stays by. Even if she is angered with them for an irreverent reason, she never strays away. Since she doesn't have a name, she takes other people's names and claims them as her own; once she hears another name, she takes that one. She is often forgetful during journeys or tasks, especially during flight. One thing she likes no matter what mood she is in is anything furry and cute. Whenever she sees something furry, she completely forgets what she was doing before and pursues it. Then she forgets what she's pursuing.
Appearance:

Name: Damien
Age: 17
Force: Human World
Powers/Weapons: He is a human, thus having no powers or weapons, but he has skill in persuasion and bribery.
Personality: Damien is like any ordinary teenage boy, out for himself and looking for a good time. He is very selfish and disrespectful, but also codependent when in fear or uncertainty. He treats everyone with contempt, unless indicated at a threat to his own life. He crumbles under anything that could hurt or kill him and often uses bribery as a first resort when in these situations. He seldom is loyal to his bargains.
Other: Damien was lead into Dark Wonderland through the Looking-Glass Jeagerjak as a potential victim in his hunting game. He is able to get out of the forest by using everyone else as distractions to predators and pawns to get him out of there. Since there are many things in Dark Wonderland are potential threats, he does not like it there at all.
Appearance:



~A century had passed. A 100 years of no Aliceness. She was gone, and probably dead due to it being a very long time since the 10 year old had last visited.
Many ponder about the effects that happened after she left, and many shiver or fume when they think about it. Alice left Wonderland, making some rejoice, others sad, and others in danger, in fact MANY in danger.
Then one day, when the Queen of Hearts was still angry, the Darkness came, and swept over Wonderland, making its creatures of all sorts turn evil and blacken their hearts, or make them go insane.
A hundred years have passed, and the Black Queen is still ruling Dark Wonderland, hoping she doesn't run into the one person she fears most: Dark Alice, aka Ecila.~

[Ichigo Kulric]

The Story Thus Far.... (Menewsha edited... )



Sitting on his lovely black leather seat, twirling his hat around, made the man ponder about today's events and sales.
"Ah," He sighed, as he took a sip of a tea in a vile labeled, 'Cheerfulness'. He set the cup down, satisfied, and started to twiddle his thumbs.
"All is well in Wonderland, is it not, fair raven?" He asked to his pet, which fluttered his wings and its beady eyes gleamed, answering.
The man called Hatter shook his head. "Of course it's not, silly bird. Because Wonderland is cut in half, remember?" He got up, slapping his hat on his head, and then stretched noisily.
The raven kawed in reply.
"Don't give me that." Hatter said, shaking his finger at his large bird that was promped up proudly on it's stand. "I know very well what Wonderland is like, and what the other side is like as well. I've been there, you know."
The bird looked like it had rolled its eyes. It had heard this story many times, but with serveral different plots that seem to change every time.
"I was there when the Black Queen told her black hearts to cut off my head, arms and anything else," With this, Hatter paused, his eyes widening at the memory, "but I was too cunning for her, and I ran off after fighting and slaying everyone of her men...er... cards."
Hatter started to twirl his hat again as he paced the giant silver room up and down. He suddenly hopped onto the long oak table, not looking down as he walked down it, barely missing any teacups or teapots.
The table was about 16 yards long, literally, so he had a while before he reached the end.
"You know, Majestic, I think I'll visit the Looking Glass."
The bird's eyes widened as Hatter's flashed mysteriously.


Raves are the best place to pick up victims... and to witness the unfailing stupidity of humans.
"And so I said to her," chuckled Jeagerjak, raising his voice over the blaring music and chatter of people around him, "'Look, sis, you know I love ya, but if your man likes to hear you scream, then why don't you scream him out of your apartment. That way, the uncomfortable break up moment is pleasing to the both of you.'" The women and men around him joined in his laughter and they all drained another shot in unison. Jeagerjak grimaced at the bitter taste of the warm liquor running down his raw throat.
"God, Jack," slurred one of his drunken female companions in, "your sister is a complete nutcase..." Jeagerjack shrugged and said, "That's what I keep telling her. But she's convinced that her loony bin is a finishing school." The room erupted in laughter once again. A cute, blond curled her hand around his arm. He lifted his hands in defense and said, "Woah. Approach with caution, my dear. Insanity runs in the family. Damn, the asylum is beginning to be a mausoleum for the Jeager family." Everyone let out fitful giggles, and the blond beside him seemed to choke on her laughter.
Throughout the years that Jeagerjak has done this, he's come to learn the human 'language' and what charms them. His witty humor was like pheromones drawing ravers by the dozens inward.

"Damien," wailed Sherry and her boyfriend pulled her through the ravers. All she could see were the neon glow sticks that were around the peoples' necks and arms. She saw an exhilarated raver twirling the glow sticks in his hands like batons, creating blurred circles.
"C'mon, Cherry," said Damien as they squeezed through the dancing ravers, using the nickname he thought was 'sexier' than Sherry. "We're almost to the bar."
"But I don't have a fake ID," she complained, struggling against bouncing dancers. The two burst through the blockade of ravers and he said, "You don't need one. My brother supplies Wilbur with his weekly dose. Family members get discounts." The two approached the rave's bar, but Damien's face fell when he saw that Wilbur was not tonight's bartender.
"What can I get you?" asked the unfamiliar bartender. A chill started at the top of Damien's neck and prickled all the way down.
"Could we get some drinks?" he asked, trying to sound as mature as possible.
"Could I see some IDs?" he asked, glowering at the two of them. Damien frowned and scratched the back of his head.
"Cool it, slick," said Jeagerjak, a smug look on his face. "Give the two a round. On me." The bartender obliged, as if a servant to this stranger. Damien looked over at the red-haired man and said, "Thanks, dude." Jeagerjak gave him a nod, picking his teeth with a metal pick.

Hatter just couldn't wait. With Majectic perched on his shoulder and both their heads held high, Hatter strolled down the cobblestone alley towards the famous large mirror that was known as 'The Looking-Glass'.
Hatter cracked his knuckles, then his neck as he stood before his reflection.
Funny how odd reflections looked. In the moonlight, they were eerie, and the silver beams tended to shine in your eyes.
But with this mirror, and this Wonderland moon, both being in between Darkness and... well, somewhat good, the reflection made a slightly different apperance.
All who looked through on this side would see their darker-self. And although Hatter had seen it many times before, he always stopped for exactly 23 seconds to stare at his evil self.
The mirror-image immitated Hatter's movements of cracking his joints, and the raven on its shoulder was nothing more than a skeleton. It's bones dripped blood, and its eye sockets did as well.
Hatter's image, however, was much more frightening than his partner.
Instead of his soft black hair, it was jet black with blood red (literally) tips. His eyes were completely black, with no irises, instead of his light gold.
His hat was ripped to pieces, and bloodstains filled his clothes. While the normal Hatter was frowning, this suspicious character had a grin like Hatter's annoying some-what-of-a-friend, The Cheshire Cat. However, his teeth were more pointed and deadly, and its mouth leaked blood.
On his first encounter with the Looking Glass, Hatter had been looking at a normal reflection. But now, after the Age of Darkness, as some called this era, his reflection had changed to this creature, and on that first encounter, Hatter had actually fainted from fright. However, anyone would have, seeing their 'other-self'.
After being late when 23.3 seconds went by, (as Hatter checked his pocket watch), he sighed, and stepped through the mirror.

It was a brisk, cool winter's night in the 'real' world. Hatter stopped to snort at his own thought, pondering suddenly about 'real' and 'Wonderland'. He always thought of random things at the most random times.
Once he had been with Mad March, in the middle of a fight, and as she tossed a bomb, did he, at the last second, move out of the way. For he had, through out the whole time the bomb was flying towards him, he had been examining it.
So, with that, Hatter shook his head, straighened his top hat, and strolled down the cold cobblestone alley, and headed towards noise.

The music made his crazed heart turn excited. It pumped with every beat, as did his boots, without meaning too.
Hatter walked through the crowd, having to push his way through some people.
Majestic was his eyes outside, and he looked through the bird's eyes and saw no mysterious beings.
However, Hatter smelled something wrong in the air, other than the cigarette smoke, and alcohal around him.
Wonderland...
Hatter's ears perked up. He turned around, but no one was looking at him, only dancing to the club's electric sounds.
Blue electricity struck through the plastic ceiling, as well as the squares under the Tea Man's feet.
At the thought of his nickname, Hatter flipped his fancy over coat open, opened one of the badass black leather studded belts and whipped out a flash that was pure silver with a ruby at the top. He opened it and took a swing of the tart-flavored liquid, then put the bottle back into his inside pocket.

Men and women were everywhere, and so Hatter decided to be a wall-flower and go to a small corner and hide out in the shadows as he looked for people who were 'mad'.


Sherry and Damien were laughing along with Jeagerjak's jokes and silly stories until they heard commotion start several feet away. Damien stared at the two girls snagging at each other's hair in disgust. One was even snapping at the other's skin. Jeagerjak smirked at the cat fight and said, "The biter looks a lot like my sister." The group laughed in unison as they observed the fight with intense interest, like onlookers of a football game. Jeagerjak's crimson eyes gleamed with amusement. That girl would be a fine victim...
The bartender, not so entertained by the petty violence, stormed over to the two girls and separated, growling, "Get a hold of yourselves, or I'm gonna throw you both out." Jeagerjak frowned and wailed, "Slick, c'mon. Stop ruining the fun..." He grinned at the black haired girl, giving her a wink. Damien rolled his eyes and turned to Sherry, "You'd be a lot more intresting if you'd be like that girl." Sherry stuck her perfectly manicured fingernail into Damien's eye and he recoiled, holding his eye and yelling, "You bitch!" Sherry laughed maniacally and said in slurs, "Shut up... you can't even feel it..." Damien gave her a drunken smile, closing his stinging eye in a perpetual wink.
Jeagerjak stood up from the bar stools and murmured, "This is getting boring... time for things to get interesting." He raised his hand and announced, "After-party at my place, a'ight!" The crowd of about twelve people jumped to their feet and began making a cha-cha line out, although wrecking havoc in whatever objects or people in their cha-cha path. Damien and Sherry joined the cha-cha line immediately.
The people scurried across the street with Jeagerjak leading them. They entered a nearby apartment building and staggered over the steps as they climbed the staircase. "Where you at, Jack?" asked a blond, tripping over her broken heel. Jeagerjak laughed and said in long pauses, "Eh... two zero... six? Yeah, yeah. That's right."
The guys and girls giggled hysterically as they bumped into one another. Damien accidentally tripped Sherry and toppled over a few other people, tangled in a bundle of shrieks and laughter. "You guys are freaks," laughed Jeagerjak, grappling with his keys intentionally. He shoved the key through the keyhole and opened it. "C'mon in..." After unscrambling themselves, the group strolled into Jeagerjak's apartment. He watched them all enter through his own, personal Looking-Glass which lead straight into the woods of Dark Wonderland.
The gang struggled through the thickets of the forest, almost not noticing that it was nothing like an aparment. "Jeez, Jack," said the blond with the broken heel. "Your apartment is so... exotic."
"That's what I've heard," said Jeagerjak, a smile playing on his lips. Damien scanned the area of trees and bushes, then looked up to see a darkened sky.
"Dude," he muttered, his intoxicated disorientation wearing off, "is this a forest?"
"He has a forest in his apartment!" cried Sherry, grasping onto Damien's arm. "I want one, Damien... Get me one..." He shrugged her off and spat, "Get off of me, hag."
"Jack?" asked another male, floundering in the vegetation that covered the ground. "Where we going?" Jeagerjak ignored the question and the group finally came to an open area. He turned to his victims, a menacing smile on his lips.
"So," said Jeagerjak, taking out a deck of cards from his pocket. "Who wants to play 52 Pick-Up?" He flicked the box with his middle finger and thrust his hand into the air, the cards flying out of the box. He raised his head as they twirled and twisted in the air, slowly fluttering to the ground to explode like fireworks all around them.


Hatter saw the fight, and he got up and ran towards the girls, breaking them apart. "Woah, woah, easy there, ladies." He said, smirking.
"After-party at my place, a'ight!"
Hatter looked up. He recognized that voice.
Wonderland...
That did it. As soon as the cha-cha line started, Hatter snuck out the back door.
Majestic's eyes showed Jeagerjak leading the group back to an apartment.
Hatter mumbled under his breath, "Jeagerjak, you good for nothing sod." He ran around the building, and back towards his alley, Majestic flying overhead.
Soon he reached his alley, his buckled boots echoing off the cobblestones. He jumped through the mirror, and landed back where he came from. The moonlight was still out, and just before the out of breath Wonderlander began his search for Jeagerjak, did he slowly turn his head to look at the ghastly reflection of himself, whom was grinning at him.
Hatter then turned and headed for the spot he had heard the cards go off.


Ohmigod, ohmigod, thought Damien as floundered through the thickets and trees of the woods as fast as he could. He often tripped and crashed into the trees as he sprinted. He didn't know where he was going nor did he care. He just needed to get away from Jeagerjak and everyone else... One of the cards had apparently landed on Sherry's shoulder and took her whole arm at its detonation. She had screamed and fell against him, with blood spattering all over him. That was enough to send Damien running.
Damien tried so hard to not hear the choir of screeches and screams of the people he left behind. He looked behind to see anyone pursuing him, but was struck by a tree he ran into. Damien fell to the ground, moaning and holding his throbbing face. He looked down at his bloody hands and yelped, rubbing them off on the ground. His attempts to stand up only sent him to the ground once again. Damien leaned against a tree, breathing heavily.
"Dammit," he whimpered, trying to get the blood off of his shirt and face. He covered his ears, rocking back and forth, wishing so hart that it was all just a nightmare. But the pain that he was feeling on his body proved that that wish would never become reality.

Jeagerjak approached a brunette girl on the ground, cradling her armless shoulder and weeping. She looked up at him and tried to scoot away, shaking her head He took out a deck of cards and pulled one face card out and swiped it across the girl's neck. A red line appeared on her throat and opened up, seeping blood out of it. She fell back, choking on her own blood.
Turning around, Jeagerjak killed all the remaining people around him by using the card to stab them or blow them up. He stood over the blond, who had both of her feet exploded. Now he had two broken heels. He put his foot over her head and slowly put pressure until he had crushed it. Jeagerjak turned away and counted how many were around him. There were a total of fourteen people that came with him and eight was the number of people he had just killed. Which meant that there were six live ones that managed to escape his card bombs.
Sighing, Jeagerjak tucked the deck of cards back into his pocket and walked off in the direction of one of the survivors.

A girl with long, silver hair pulled into two long pig tails leaped on Hatter from behind. Standing up, she unfurled her wings and shouted, "You shall have no such thing!" She then snapped his hat away from the man's head and put it over her face. She took off in the air, only to make a bee-line straight toward a tree. She plummeted to the ground and the hat fell off of her face. The silver-haired girl jumped up and said, "That thing came out of nowhere!" She picked up the hat and threw it back at Hatter. "That hat is not a nice hat," she said, pouting. The girl screeched at a kaw from above and looked up to see a raven perched on a branch just above. "Eew," she said, glaring at it. "Why don't you fly away, icky bird, I don't want to be your friend..."


Majestic, who was on Hatter's shoulder, squawked, insulted, and then flew away as the mysterious girl lept on his owner.
Hatter let out a cry of surprise, and landed on his face. As soon as his hat was off, however, he lept up, enraged. "Excuse me, miss, may I have my hat back?" Without waiting for an answer, he snatched up his top hat and plopped it back on his head.
"Now, pardon me, but I'm going to search for a killer, if you'd excuse me..." Hatter started running off to where he smelt blood.
Dark Wonderland was all around him, blood seeping from the black grass, dead trees whose branches would break off every once and a while.
Hatter hated it here. Murder, theft, and constant fear was the scent of this place. The total opposite of his Wonderland. Dark was just perfect for the name of this bizarre, murderous side.
A demon-wolf howled just near the woods, and Hatter caught a bigger scent of blood. He took a sharp turn, his heals kicking up bloody blades of grass, and he jumped suddenly to reach his destination faster. He landed and then looked around.
The demon-wolf he'd seen was feasting on freshly killed, or murdered, dead bodies of normal lil' oysters.
Hatter bit his lip, holding back the vile that was building up in the pit of his stomach. He walked over to the mess of what you might call a body if it were at least in one peace. Hatter suddenly cast out his senses, and felt the auras of six alive oysters. He also sensed the aura of Jeagerjack, and he headed straight for him, his speed increasing as he did.


The girl stared at Hatter for moment, and then started after him. "I shall not be ignored!" she cried, unfurling her wings and leaping into the air, but then stepping to the ground again. Something with a shiny coat caught her eye and she altered her path towards it. She was in pursuit of a white rabbit, a species of which was common in both parts of Wonderland. The rabbit stopped sprinting and just as the girl was reaching down to pick it up, it whirled around and spat a metallic fluid into the girl's face. Recoiling, she clawed at her head and chest, the liquid searing her skin. Her attempts at rubbing the ooze off of her only made her hands and arms burn as well. She let out pained screeches and sobs as she staggered into a frail, dark tree with snarling boughs, which broke under the force of her body. The girl collapsed and began smothering her face and hands in the bleeding ground.
The burning sensation suddenly stopped and the girl raised herself to her feet. "How did I get here?" she said in monotone. She then remembered the man she had run into before, and ran back to the path that she was pursuing him. It wasn't long until she spotted him again. After examining the ground, he began to make a bee-line away from her. She quickly caught up with him and shouted with clear enunciation, "What is it you are looking for?"

***

By the square-shaped gouge in the ground below the triangle embed, Jeagerjak presumed it was the footprint of a girl. He raised himself from his knees and continued to saunter through the woods at a slow pace, pausing at every rustle of leaves or snap of a branch and scanning his surroundings. His eyes were aware of every movement and his ears to every sound emitted around him. To disarm some of his paranoia, he took out a deck of cards. For each card he took out, he brushed his fingers across the surface and threw them over his shoulder. This mechanism makes the card's detonation potential rather than kinetic, so that any thing that touches that card on the ground detonates it.
The movement of a shadow across the trees caught the attention of Jeagerjak's eyes. He whirled around to face the shadow, a card at hand. Not a moment after the snap of a bough reached his ears, he flung the card behind him. Once it hit the bark of the tree, it exploded. The figure that was on it leaped onto the tree across from it. Jeagerjak predicted that it would do this, so he had climbed the tree before the thing had fled from the demolished one to the other one. He was able to gash the chest of the figure, which sent him plummeting to the ground. He leaped off of the tree and landed above the monster, his legs beside both sides of the creature's torso. The gargoyle-like goblin looked up at the man with fear. Jeagerjak scoffed and muttered, "Heckle..." The goblin's wrinkled mouth stretched into a ghastly grin as he said, "Ah... Jeagerjak... Fancy meeting you here." Jeagerjak stepped out from above him.
"You should know better than to sneak up on me." The creature rose to it's stubby and thin legs, giggling furiously.
"You never cease to amaze me," cackled the goblin, shaking his head in recurring tilts. He always strained words too much in his speaking. "I saw you brought in... new victims..." Jeagerjak stared at the short creature with dull eyes, murmuring, "Yeah. What of it?"
"May I have your permission to join you on your hunt?" Jeagerjak frowned. He was always bothered when others asked him of this, especially when they knew they had every right to, but just asked to anger him. Under the order of the Dark Queen of Hearts, whoever hunted mortals had to share, even if the mortals were Jeagerjak's prey.
"Sure," replied Jeagerjak, brushing his fingers across the card still in his hand. "Why not?"


As Hatter got closer to Jeagerjack, he heard the silent sound of fluttering, then grazing of grass.
"What is it you are looking for?"
He whirled around to see the same girl he had encountered before. "Wha--?" He spluttered then sighed and crossed his arms. He started to back away, making sure she wouldn't leap on him again. He rubbed his eyes, hating to be in Dark Wonderland, and he muttered, "I'm looking for Jeagerjack."
He heard a blast from behind him, further on, so he, without another word, took off again.
He then noticed what had been the fluttering and saw cards almost hidden amongst the bleeding grass. He lept up into the trees and dashed towards what he now heard as voices. He finally got to a spot where, if he looked hard enough, he could see Jeagerjack and the goblin Heckle, the damned devil, talking to eachother.
"You never cease to amaze me," said the goblin, and Hatter's ears perked up. "I saw you brought in... new victims..."
"I knew it." whispered Hatter to himself.
"Yeah. What of it?" Jeagerjack was as cold and heartless as ever.
"May I have your permission to join you on your hunt?"
"Sure, why not?"
"Jeagerjack, you sick bastard," hissed Hatter under his breath. This HAS to stop. he thought, angry more than ever.
But he had to think of a plan, he wouldn't jump in just yet.
Suddenly Hatter whipped out a vile and chugged it down. His wrath went away immediatly.


While still following Hatter, the silver-haired girl put her finger to her lips and repeated slowly, "Jeagerjak." She beamed at him and said, "I like that name! That name is mine. Jeagerjak is my name. I am Jeagerjak!" She skipped alongside Hatter. She looked down to see the glimmer of red and white. When she leaned closer in, she realized it was a card. "Oooh," she said, reaching for it. "So pwetty..." When she looked up, Hatter was leaping from tree to tree. She forgot about the card on the ground and pursued him in the same fashion.

***

Jeagerjak was planning on using his card to kill Heckle, but it went straight for the person on the tree. He had heard the rasp of a whisper that far away. Before the card even got to the tree, Jeagerjak was already running toward the person. He had several cards at hand and swiped them with his other hand toward him. He backed away and saw that it was an old nemesis, Hatter. Jeagerjak grinned and shoved the deck of cards in his pocket. "My apologies," he said smugly, "I just acted out on instinct. If I'd known it was you, then I wouldn't have wasted so many cards..." Jeagerjak looked over at the cowering Heckle. After composing himself, the goblin stepped out of his hiding place and grinned maliciously at Hatter.
"Been a very long time, Hatter," he spoke. "I thought we scared you out of this place for good last time..."
"Shut the hell up, Heckle," growled Jeagerjak. Heckle obliged. He turned to Hatter and said, "What brings you here? Drink too much of the idiocy tea?"

The girl shrieked at the repeating explosions. They were large and threw her off her feet into a tree, which collapsed under the force of her body. Recovering from the blow, she leaped to her feet and shouted, "I, Jeagerjak, will not stand for this!" She then covered her bleeding arm and grimaced, now feeling the pain of one of the explosions.

Jeagerjak looked over at the silver-haired girl and frowned. "Apparently, she drank some too."


Hatter cried at as the bombs blasted into his vision, temporarily blinding him. He fell backwards and landed with a thud on the ground. He rubbed his head, tipping his hat back, and grimmaced.
"My apologies," Came Jeagerjack's voice, and Hatter glared up at him. "I just acted out on instinct. If I'd known it was you, then I wouldn't have wasted so many cards..."
The gobin, Heckle, then spoke. "Been a very long time, Hatter, I thought we scared you out of this place for good last time. "
Hatter raised an eyebrow. "Shut the hell up, Heckle," Jeagerjack snapped at the creature, and it obeyed. Hatter made note of this. Jeagerjack then continued. "What brings you here? Drink too much of the idiocy tea?"
Hatter stood up, brushing his heavily belted pants off of blood, as much as he could, at least, and puffed a piece of his bangs away. He was about to answer the two of them, before the girl he'd seen earlier fell behind him. He looked over his shoulder, and then sighed.
"First off, Heckle, I'm surprised I'm still here too, cause your face would scare anyone away. And second, Jeagerjack" he sneered as he said his name. "I came here to stop you from harming those innocent Oysters." He glared defiantely at his enemy, and he stood ready. "Maybe," he said, smirking, "You'd should try some of my tea. I would suggest, 'GET A LIFE!'" He lept forward, his speed hard for the easy eye to see, and he flashed and smacked Jeagerjack in the chin, then turned sharply and swipped his foot under the guy's legs so he fell onto his back.
He then grabbed a granade from his jacket and flung it towards Heckle, just to make him back off. Hatter backflipped to get away, and waited for Jeagerjack to rise.


Heckle made a sound that resembled a snort and a squawk in reply of what Hatter had said. He yelped with fright when Hatter thrust a grenade in his direction and leaped out of the way. Jeagerjak staggered back a few steps. After recovering from the blow, he then found himself in the air from being swept off his feet from Hatter. Acting quickly, he reared his head back and his legs forward. Before he landed on his head, he broke the fall with his hands and leaped backwards, on onto his feet again. Jeagerjak raised his downcast head and grinned at Hatter. "You fight now, eh?" he scoffed, cocking his head to the side. "That's a definite surprise." He took a deck of cards out of his pocket and pulled out a face card, shaking it in his fingers. "Oh goody for me..." He threw it toward Hatter and brushed the deck with his fingers. After that, he tossed the rest of the cards onto the ground, haphazardly. Jeagerjak pulled out another deck and stuck several cards in between each finger, and put some behind his ears. "Alright, let's get this over with," he said, pacing from side to side, eyeing Hatter, "so I can finish off the Oysters." He smiled and stepped on top of one of the cards he had placed on the ground. He flicked the cards between his index and middle finger with his index and the middle finger with the cards between that finger and the ring, and so forth on both hands toward Hatter.

***

The silver-haired girl watched with interest the battle between Hatter and Jeagerjak. She whirled her hands around and said, "Go guy with the red hair and tattoos on his face. Boo guy with the hat! Yeah!" She forgot what she was doing and looked down to see several cards scattered around the bleeding grass. "Oooh," she said, reaching for one of them. "So pwetty..." Once she touched it, it exploded and she recoiled, screeching. Her hand had exploded right off her wrist. The detonation of the cards caused the all the cards on the ground to burst. The girl struggled through the forest to get away, weeping and screaming.

***

Jeagerjak looked to see that the silver-haired girl was reaching to touch one of the cards. He climbed a tree and waited until all of the bombs had gone off. He looked down and saw that there were huge gouges spread out on the ground. He looked to see the girl retreating, cradling her hand-less arm as she did. Jeagerjak huffed and shouted, "Yeah, go find others way to kill yourself!"


Hatter was ready, and he back flipped and moved his body left and right to dodge the cards, twisting every-which-way possible. He lept from trees to bushes and made his way towards the cover of other trees. He was nimble, and quick as a cat, which gave him stelth. He crouched onto the ground, and then backflipped once more.
He watched his feet at the cards on the ground, dancing over them as he made his was further back.
Suddenly, he saw the girl reached for a card, and he yelled, "No, don't!" But it was too late, and he watched in horror as her hand got blown off. He saw her retreat, thought of going after her, but then thought of all the Oysters that were going to get killed if he didn't do something about Jeagerjack.
He finally raced forward, his speed like a cheetah's, and then...passed Jeagerjack, SECRETLY putting a bomb onto his thigh.

Hatter kept running, and soon ran into the forest. After he was going about 40 mph, he made a large arc and headed back towards Jeagerjack. He threw up a granade in the air, and then skidded to a halt just a few yards away from his enemy.
"Let's play a little game..." He growled and then smirked. He took off, and went into the forest once again.


Jeagerjak stared dully at the leaping Hatter as he continued to shower his cards in his direction. After the girl had her hand swiped from the explosion, he temporarily went missing. He heard Hatter return after a few moments and thrust a grenade in the air. He just stepped aside from it, but noticed that Hatter had returned into the thickets of the woods once again. Jeagerjak scoffed and rolled his eyes. "I don't play games," he muttered as he leisurely stolled toward Hatter's directions. "I win them." He stroked his hands on the trees, making a portion of them explosive. Jeagerjak could make anything he touched a bomb as long as it wasn't living, but had limits to how big the object could be. Most of the trees in Dark Wonderland were dead, but few even had souls in them. No matter what part of the object that was to be touched, it will go off but only in the place where Jeagerjack had touched it. In the case of the trees, he was touching the upper part of the trunk.
Every sound or movement that caught his eye, Jeagerjak threw a card in its direction. Most of the targets ended up being animals, but they all ended up dead. He noticed an Oyster that was running not too far. He left the path that Hatter was going and pursued the human instead. He pulled out a card and flicked it at the Oyster. The man collapsed, the card hitting the back of his head then detonating, taking the upper part of his torso along with it. Jeagerjak huffed and kicked the body. "I suggest you hurry up and kill me, Hatter," he shouted, rotating around to see his surroundings. "I get quite bored when I have to chase a little nuisance." He paused for a minute, listening for any sort of reply or disturbance. Sighing, he just walked aimlessly, returning to his search for Oysters.


After finishing with his plan, Hatter finally jumped down from a tree in front of Jeagerjack. He noticed the man on the ground, and his frown deapened. "Why do you do this for fun? You're so pathetic." He said, shaking his head. "All you ever do is hunt. You don't even try to come to the peaceful side of Wonderland, much less fight for the side that's gonna kick the Dark side's ass!" He knew of his surroundings, and of his raven so far above it probably could see all of Wonderland. But no one could see it, and that was what Majestic was good at, being sneaky. The large bird held a grenade, and it flexed it's claws, causing the grenade to start. It dropped it, and it went towards Jeagerjack.

Meanwhile, Hatter was below, and started to pace. "Jeagerjack, why are you so selfish? Leave the humans alone. Why make them suffer just because you're bored? It's really weak of you, Jeagerjack, and stupid, if I might add." He held up a detonator, and pressed the button.
Sticky bombs that looked like sap or blood exploded all around Jeagerjack, several trees knocking over.
However, there was one that Hatter had placed on Jeagerjack when he'd ran off the first time, and it exploded on Jeagerjack's thigh.

Hatter took the chance and ran off in the smoke, running towards whatever human he could find. He'd reach the rest of the Oysters before Jeagerjack did, even if it killed him.
His rage started to stir, so he took out the flask and took a sip, illiminating the emotion.
***
Soon Hatter came upon a live Oyster, and he knelt down beside her. "Excuse me, but may I take you back home?"


Jeagerjak looked up and saw Hatter fall down right in front of him. He stared at him with an emotionless stare as he talked. A smile played on his lips as he said, "I don't have to explain myself to you, Hatter. I do what I do because I can. And it feels great." His red eyes lightened up with excitement. "There is no right or wrong, evil or good, weak or strong. It's all just a matter of opinion. Nothing more... nothing less." Once Hatter indicated the detonator, Jeagerjak stepped back and threw a card at it. Not a moment before he threw the card did a grenade fall from the sky and blow up on the ground, taking the card with it. It was then that Hatter activated the detonator, sending off a bunch of explosives surrounding him. Jeagerjak swiped the grenade that was attached to his thigh, but it went off once it hit the ground and injured his foot badly. He recovered from the pain and went after Hatter, but trees were collapsing all around him. He managed to hold one up to keep from falling on his head, but then another crashed against his back, its branches gashing his skin. Jeagerjak fell to his knees, and threw off the tree he was holding. He climbed out from under the tree that was holding him down and stood up. All of the bombs had gone off, but by then, Hatter was gone from sight. Jeagerjak breathed heavily, exhaling in hisses. The bastard must've done this all before so I wouldn't have heard or seen it, he thought, his eyes flickering with fury. Looks like the shoe's on the other foot... Jeagerjak narrowed his eyes and looked down at his injured foot and smirked. But before I take out that nuisance, I'll have to heal up...

***

The human girl looked over at the man kneeling beside her. She recoiled at first, but then stared at him when he mentioned taking her back home. She climbed to her feet and frowned at him. "I want to go home," she choked out, trying to keep her voice from cracking. Although she so desperately wanted to believe that this man could, she remained cautious. That man, Jack, had lured her into a trap by giving her what she wanted, so she was suspicious that this person was trying to do the same thing.


Hatter straightened up, brushing himself off. "Well, then, let's get you home." He said, helping her up. "You may call me Hatter, young lady." He bowed low, taking his hat off and crossing it against his chest. He then stood straight, and took her hand gently, and planted a kiss on top of it. "I will do everything in my power to protect you, alright little Oyster? Let's take you to a better Wonderland." He smiled and then scoop her up in his arms and dashed away.
***
Reaching the end of the Tugley Wood, once known as the darkest place in normal Wonderland but now was Dark Wonderland's main cause of horrors, Hatter saw a long field ahead. He didn't like the look of it, because it, of course, had the bleeding grass, as well as no cover for any 'Jacks' wanting to shoot bombs at them, or anything else that threatened the Oyster's, and his own, life.
Hatter boldly took a step forward, before being thrown backwards, dropping the girl, and skidded onto the grass. He kicked out, and stood up, enraged.
"How is a raven like a writing desssssssssssssssk?" Came a hiss from his attacker.
Hatter fixed his hat, then looked smoothly at Dark Cheshire ahead of him. The Cat held the girl in his paws, one of its claws against her throat. Its tail flicked behind it, and its grin was evil and its mouth leaked blood that fell into the girl's hair.
"A raven and a writing desk? Hmm..." Hatter pretended to think as he advanced towards Dark Cheshire and the girl, walking calmly and not looking Dark Cheshire in the eye. "Now that's MY riddle, cat." He growled with a sneer.
The Cat hissed, but it was supposed to be a chuckle. "Riddlesssssssss are MY thing, Tea-man." It said, baring its fangs.
"RIDDLES ARE NORMAL WONDERLAND'S THING!" Hatter roared and ran towards him.
"NORMAL WONDERLAND IS DEAD! LONG LIVE THE BLACK QUEEN!" The Cat roared back, and suddenly pressed the claw further into the girl's neck, just making it bleed now. Hatter halted, and stepped backward. His eyes narrowed, but didn't dare to look Dark Cheshire in the eye, for if you did, most of any living thing would freeze in fear.
"Anssssswer a riddle, and if you ansssswer wrong, I'll kill her." Dark Cheshire grinned his grin. Hatter closed his eyes, knowing that had been coming. He crossed his arms. "Alright, what is it?"
"If quizzes are quizzical, what are tesssssts?" The Cat bit its lip, almost laughing.
Hatter's eyebrows met, and he glared at the creature. "Oh, HA HA, very sick, you twisted freak."
"Is that your ansssswer?"
"NO!"
"Okay then..."
Hatter thought, If I choose the dirty answer it might be wrong, but if I choose the easy answer, I might as well be wrong still...But, of course if I answer at all, the bombs will still go off.' Hatter smirked, remembering how that Cat had pounced on him before, and he'd pressed several sap bombs onto it's coat, no matter how smart the Cat was, Hatter was quick.


The girl frowned at Hatter when he kissed her hand. Although he was charming, Jack had been as well and she didn't want to fall for the same deception. She let out a yelp when she was suddenly swept off her feet and carried away. She struggled against him, but soon gave up when it came to no avail. Soon after, they came to the border between the end of the forest and the beginning of an extensive, barren field. The first step Hatter took sent her tumbling to the ground. Before she could recover from the fall, her head was picked up with grimy, furry fingers. She felt a cold, sharp thing press against her throat, as it it was a blade. She let out a scream when she looked up and saw the grinning face of a hideous feline-looking monster. Writhing against the thing only made the talon sink deeper into her skin. She stifled sobs and she cried out, "Help me! Please..."

***

"Kitty!"
The silver-haired girl leaped into sight from the bushes and toppled the Cheshire cat. She squeezed the large cat in her hands and rubbed her face against its filthy coat, coaxing, "Oh, it's a kitty... such a pretty kitty, yes you are!" Her once severed wrist was occupied with the same hand. as before. She pulled at the cat's whiskers and kissed its forehead multiple times.

Seeing the opportunity to get away as the silver-haired girl glomped the cat, the girl stood up and ran over by Hatter.

***

As Jeagerjak limped toward his destination, Heckle appeared beside him and said, "How could you let that little twit get away? Man, that was sure weak! Even for you!" The little goblin's recurring cackle sounded like choking and Jeagerjak threw a card into a mouth without even bothering to look at him. The goblin's head blew off his shoulders and Jeagerjak continued on his way.


Hatter was about to answer, when the silver-haired girl from before pounced the Dark Cheshire. He took a step back, shock obvious in his eyes. Then, it because worse as he realized the girl's hand was still on its arm.
How could that be? Hatter thought, his arm out like he was ready to attack. I saw her hand get blasted off by Jeagerjack's bomb. She probably would be dead by now from the loss of blood or worse! How is she still alive? What is she? Hatter glared at the girl as she mauled Dark Cheshire.
When the girl got up, Hatter took her arm and placed her behind him, but still kept hold so she wouldn't be taken again.

Meanwhile, Dark Cheshire was wriggling madly. "HOW DARE YOU INTERRUPT MY ATTACK! YOU INSSSSSSSSULTANT GIRL!" He suddenly bit down hard on the girl's arm, almost severing it. The cat laughed and then disappeared and reappeared behind the silver-haired girl. "Mmm... you tasssste good!" He licked his bloody lips, knife still in hand and lept again.

Hatter took his chance and pressed the detonator.

The bomb burst on the cat, and sent it flying backwards, howling in rage and pain. Black blood soaked on the red-colored grass, and then sunk into the ground. Black orchids rose from the ground everywhere. Dark Cheshire disappeared, grinning, but gasping with agony, leaving only a half moon of blood, for it, too, evaporated.

"Shit!" Hatter grabbed the girl's hand, and started towards the forest, but the trees suddenly grew wide enough so that they close on them. Hatter threw bombs at it, and then detonated them, but it only blew up parts of it. It would take a lot just to take out one tree. Speaking of the trees still, they continued to grow, stretching over the Oyster's and the Hatter's heads. They closed in the center of the black sky, setting the field into total darkness, except for the purple glow of the black orchids and Hatter's night vision, which made his green eyes glow eerily. He glanced at the girl, hoping she wouldn't run from the abnormalness of his sight. He decided too bad for her if she didn't like it, and looked at the orchids that were now swaying back and forth, vines with thorns appearing out from the bloody grass.
Hatter took a step back and gulped. He then bent down to whisper into the girl's ear. "Don't let their pollen get on you. If it does, it makes you itch, and twitch." Hatter glared into nothingness, thinking he just rhymed, and he'd been trying to stop that for quiet some time now, a little after Alice had left Wonderland the first time. "Now," He continued, keeping an eye on the flowers, who's vines were advancing towards them. "Don't trust the trees. They are our enemies right now. The grass makes you slip, and the vines, well, you probably can already tell they have thorns, so don't touch them. I need you to run like hell all around the field. Here." He gave her about a handful of sap bombs and then a detonator. "Use them when you must." The vines were now a few yards away, and Hatter had to be quick. "The only way you can kill them is with light. Sunlight, to be specific. We both don't have that, so if we can just try to use bombs as much as possible, and, even though it won't kill them, it will wound them, and make them retreat and the trees will shrink again, and we can make our escape. Understand?" He looked at her now, his green eyes lighting up her face.


As she cuddled with the Cheshire cat, the silver-haired girl felt a blast of heat of her arm. She cried out in pain and saw that the flesh was hanging only by the bone. There was only that pain for the second, otherwise it just felt dead and numb, as it it had been severed completely. The girl shrieked and ran off once again, cradling her injured arm.

***

The girl gasped when the monstrous cat had clamped its jaws on the silver-haired girl's arm and watched her ran off, weeping. Her skin jumped of her bones when she heard an explosion nearby and saw the Cheshire cat on the floor, deteriorating into invisibility while it grinned maliciously. There was a crescent-shaped pool of blood that soon disintegrated after the Cheshire cat disappeared. The girl cried out when she was pulled back by her arm. As she struggled to find her feet to keep up with Hatter, she felt leaves tickle her skin and bark scrape against it. At first, it wasn't so unpleasant, but then the branches stabbed at her skin while she ran. Frequently, she tripped over roots that protruded from the ground and seemed to grasp her. The seeping grass also made her feet skid across the ground. Explosions rattled her bones as she ran, but the wicked trees continued to claw at her. She looked behind and saw dark, gnarled branches that almost resembled fingers pulled at her hair. She shrieked and swatted at the branches, breaking their flimsy talons.
The branches seemed to engulf the sky in their darkness. Seeing nothing but black above her, the girl looked down and leaped over the many stones and roots that jutted out of the seeping grass. The ground was dim, but she could make out several images. She noticed little blossoms floating out of the soil and beginning to wave. They caressed against her ankles as she passed by. Hatter whispered something to her, about pollen and twitching. His warning came too late and she felt tingling crawling up her legs. But it was helpless, for the orchids covered the ground like a flowery pall.
The girl's breathing began stifled gasps. She tried smothering her crying, but every single molecule in her body was weeping in agony. Her fingers quivered violently, despite her attempts to still them. Her footing became more clumsy and the ground of obsticals became blurry with the tears welling in her eyes. Hatter was talking to her, but she couldn't make out his words very well through the noisy surroundings and her sniveling. She looked up and let out a yelp at the neon glow of his eyes. She felt something sticky enter one of her hands and she wailed, trying to shake them off. Her eyes couldn't see what was in her hands, but she Hatter mentioning something about bombs. That made her even more panicky. She had no idea that the box object in her other hand was the detonator. Her fingers passed over the button and the bombs blew up, taking her whole arm and a good chuck of her torso. The girl hit the ground and the trees wrapped their boughs around her lifeless body, stabbing and crushing her.


***

Damien was beginning to get sick of this whole damned place. Once he had woken up from his short nap, he had found spider-like maggots crawling all over his entire body. After swatting and shaking them off, he had decided to walk around to see if there was any exit out of the godforsaken area. After a few hours of tangling with vines and brawling with trees, Damien knew that he wouldn't find it, but he had nothing else to do but this. He didn't take the chance of sitting down and finding that he's stuck to the ground because a freaking flower had poisoned him.
A sudden gust of wind blew Damien off his feet. A tree had broken his fall, but it began to wrap its branches around his limbs. He was able to break free from it, but it continued to clutch at him. He cussed and began running, but all the trees surrounding him began to grapple with his legs. He plummeted to the ground, writhing against the roots and boughs.
"What the hell is going on?" he wailed, kicking off the branches. He rose to his feet and saw a group of distant trees shaking violently and the trees to the left of them began to as well, and the trees to the left at them. It was like a chain reaction. Before the path could have a chance at changing the path towards him, Damien whirled around and sprinted away, dodging and leaping over anything that lunged at him.


Hatter cried out as the blast of bombs and flesh sent him off his feet. He hit a tree trunk, slamming his head into it. He gasped in pain, and landed with a thud at the bottom. For a moment, he blacked out, but quickly regained consciencious. He shook his bleeding head, the blood running into his eyes. He moaned, and was about to get up when he felt the thorny vines of the orchids start to wrap around his limbs and he shrieked in pain and tried to get them off.
A caw from above told Hatter his friend was near, so he barked for it to come down and help. Majestic soared down from the black sky and snapped the vines from Hatter's limp with a quick flex of his beak.
Once free, Hatter lept up, and then sadly looked at the remains of the girl he'd tried to save. He hadn't listened to him. She'd been too fearful. He sighed, and thought to forget it. He turned to the orchids, which were swaying back and forth, seeming to dance in there horrific masacare. The man thought, then ran forward and decided to take the risk.
He flung the bombs at them, making them stick to their lovely petals. His own blood splashed on them, and they sudden turned marron. He wiped the blood from his eye, closing it so no more would get into it. A root lifted itself suddenly, and Hatter yelped as he was thrown forward, his face grinding into the bloody blades of grass. Several cut him, his lip seeping its own crimson liquid. He roared with fury sat up, feeling the root wrap around his leg. Several other roots, branches started to come towards him. The leaves of the trees let go from their grib of twigs and swirled like a mass of birds, diving towards Hatter.
Hatter whipped out his dagger from his buckled boot and slashed at the one root that was now completely covering his leg, and he yelled out in pain as he felt it being crushed. The leaves took their turn and slashed their 'wings' at his face and body, getting cuts deep enough that some got stuck. Hatter bit his bleeding lip and started to cut at the leaves with pure hatred.
The ground enemies finally got to him, and pulled his whole body down, so he was smothered in Dark Wonderland's so-called nature.
...
Several moments passed, a heaping buddle of twigs and roots shifted suddenly. A bright light greenish-purple light illuminated the heap, making it glow and send the darkness screeching away. The trees parted, making the dark night sky show, however it was enveloped in a eerie red glow like that of a city's at nightfall. Hatter burst from the retreating vines, screaming in defiance, his eyes glowing pure neon green and his aura a firey light purple. His canines looked like fangs, and his aura suddenly formed that of wings. His nails almost extended into black claws, before shrinking back as the light faded and Hatter returned to normal.
Standing there was painful, but Hatter took a moment to move to retrieve his flash and take several gulps of tea. He felt better, but the pain was still there. He licked his bleeding lip, feeling blood ooze down his entire body. He looked down at his clothes, and realized they were almost trashed. Thank Alice he had more at the Black Rabbit. He suddenly realized he didn't have his hat on, and he looked frantically until he found it near a boulder. He limped over to it and then picked it up, examining it before plopping it onto his head. He staggered in his stance, then crumpled to the ground, everything turning more black than Dark Wonderland could handle.

[Ichigo Kulric]

After what seemed like an eternity sprinting for Damien, the restless trees finally subsided and returned to their inert state. He collapsed against a tree, gasping for air with his heart thundering in his chest. "God... dammit," he breathed, his lungs bulging out of his torso. The tree that he was resting on suddenly gave way and Damien was bashed against the seeping ground. Seething with anger, he rose himself from the ground and began shouting various profane words, repeating, "I hate everything! I hate this goddamn place!" He stormed through the woods, frequently bashing his legs and hands against every which tree. He wondered if he even needed Jack to kill him, if he didn't do it himself.

***

The silver-haired girl suddenly leaped from the bushes and tackled Hatter... with an attempt to tackle Hatter. She only managed to pounce on the ground next to him. She looked down at the bare ground beneath her with perplexity, and leaped like a frightened cat when she saw Hatter right beside her. "Wow!" she cried, jumping to her feet. "You're quick!" The girl stood there, and began chewing on her hair as she stared at Hatter.

***

At last, the sight of the original Wonderland came into Jeagerjak's sight. He stepped directly at the border, which was defined with a shadow over Dark Wonderland and the usual, bright jubilant Wonderland. It was quite ironic. He leaned down to the strip of white blossoms on the side of the opposite border and picked several. These special blossoms were known as "remedy incarnate", a special amend to any sort of injury, illness, or toxin. The only place that they've ever sprouted is at the border between Wonderland and Dark Wonderland. Jeagerjak stuffed the blossoms in his mouth and crushed them with his teeth, then swallowed them. The taste was no different than eating any regular flower, with a foul bitterness to it.
The remedy would not take effect immediately, but after a good half-hour or so, the effects will be phenomenal. Jeagerjak stuffed a few more blossoms in his pockets and went on his way. As he tread throughout the forest, he began to feel its medicinal works. The flower would boost his rejuvenation so that his blood would flow faster and new skin would soon cover up his wounds. With illness or toxins, the flower produces antibodies to the immune system and eventually clears it away.
Jeagerjak heard a distant shuffling of trees as he sauntered aimlessly. He stopped walking and turned 360 degrees a few times. He stopped when he faced the direction of the disturbance. He wondered whether something had disturbed the trees in some way. It was not a good idea to bother the trees, for they could get aggressive. Wielding a few cards in his hand, he made a bee-line toward it. The trees suddenly stopped swaying against each other and settled down. Jeagerjak heard a shout nearby and approached the sound. He saw Hatter and that one silver-haired girl that he had almost killed. He frowned when he noticed her hand was on her wrist, as if it hadn't been blown off. After exhaling, he crawled up a tree and peered down at them. As he scanned the area, he spotted the corpse of one of his prey. Jeagerjak's lips gradually widened into a sneer.
"Well, Hatter," he sighed, sardonically, "I have to give you my apologies. I guess I underestimated you. You've been a great help in taking down an Oyster. Muchos grasias, Señor..."
Jumping once again for shock, the silver-haired girl whirled around and pointed at Jeagerjak, "I am not an Oyster!" She picked up a nearby rock and thrust it into the air, heading no where near Jeagerjak.
"Woah, tipsy, I didn't mean you," coaxed Jeagerjak, raising his hands in alarm.
"Tipsy," cooed the girl. "I like that name. That's my name now." Jeagerjak frowned and indicated the girl, asking Hatter, "Yours?"


Hatter sturred awake, his head pounding as he realized he heard voices. He looked up to see the silver-haired girl above him, as well as Jeagerjack's face right above him. He jumped suddenly at the sudden appearance of him, and he lept up. "What the hell do you want, Jeagerjack?" He growled, staggering a bit in his stance. "I didn't kill her. She killed herself..." He rubbed his eyes, feeling a large headache coming on. He took out the flash from his belted side pocket and took a swig, before putting it back and securely fastened it. He let out a sigh, and then flicked Jeagerjack on the nose. "Back off, ginger." He snapped, and then stepped around him and the silver-haired...Tipsy. He'd call her Tipsy. Or Silver.... or anything he wanted. Brat, Loopi, Crazie... etc. etc.
Hatter went to the girl that had been killed and shook his head. He supposed he should have been more clear, but with her age he would have thought she would've paid attention. If a ten-year-old had survived the original Wonderland, he'd thought the 20-something year old would have been perfectly fine.
Hatter, oblivious to caring, kicked at the girl's demented head, if it even was her head. "No more, Jeagerjack." He suddenly said, and turned to him. "Find something else that's fun."


Jeagerjak shrugged and said, "No matter. She's dead. That's all that I wanted. Although I would've preferred if I had killed her, it's a laugh to hear that she supposedly killed herself." His smile didn't waver when he was flicked in the nose. He scrutinized Hatter's face as he examined the corpse of the woman. His smile widened when Hatter told him to stop. Jeagerjak cocked his head to the side and said, "Now what would be more fun? I can't decide... It's not like I want this to go on, I just cannot stop." Jeagerjak put his fingers to his temple and stared of with a whimsical expression on his face. "Just the power. The power over someone's life is so... satisfying. It's not the killing that is the actual pleasure, but the reaction of the victim before the murder. How they cower in fear and surrender their life, pleading for me to have mercy. You can see through their soul. They may act like noble and important people, but it's when one is in the state of fear when you know who they are. When you can see how weak they are..." Jeargerjak shook his head, a serious face wiping away the smile. "And I can tell you that about 90% of the people I've slain are callous cowards. I don't know, it's just so nice. After what's done is done, I feel like I've accomplished something. I've seen through this person by becoming a threat to their miserable, narcissistic lives. It's very hard to explain; you'll have to try killing for the pleasure of it sometime. Maybe then will you understand where I'm coming from. It's something that isn't describable. There's something about taking a person's life that seems so right. Murder, to me, is like it was meant to be. As if it were some destiny I engraved on my soul. I can't wipe it away..." Jeargerjak looked back down at Hatter and murmured, "It's a stain..." He broke away from the intake on murder and smiled at Hatter. "So what is it that you do for fun? Is that tea of yours your own way of enjoyment? Maybe you could give me some triumph tea and I'll be satisfied for the next few hours."

***

The silver-haired girl had been staring at Jeagerjak with awe as he spoke about his enjoyment of taking lives. She turned to Hatter and said, "That sounds like fun! I wonder how you do it though..." Jeagerjak shook his head at the girl and said, "It's very easy, but I focus more on the moments before the actual slaying."


Hatter was ready to throw up as he listened to Jeagerjak's view on murder. He lifted up his hat and scratched his head, making his dark hair mess up. He put his hat back on and put his hand on his hips. He sighed slowly and then looked at Silver. "Look, Silver..." He bit his lip. "It's not a game. It is wrong. And the only thing I know from right and wrong is that no one has the right to decide who lives or dies." He looked at Jeagerjak again. "And you. I don't care what makes your day or whatever, but all I know is that it is wrong. Causing fear and anguish and other negative feelings is wrong. You should want people to live. And why can't you leave the Oysters alone? They live in their world, and we live in ours. And personally, I think it's pretty pathetic of you to go after those weaker than yourself." He rubbed his nose-bridge, exhaustion settling in his veins. He looked up at Jeagerjak again and then offered a tea from his coat pocket. "Satification." He tossed it to him, and then started to walk off towards home, knowing he probably couldn't help the other Oysters unless he had a...
Hatter suddenly stopped, eyes wide, and he slowly smiled.


Jeagerjak shrugged and said, "Well, what's right and wrong doesn't really matter to me; after all, it's just based on opinion." His lips stretched over his teeth as he cooed, "I don't care what you want, I just want mine. I don't kill to expect a fight from the victims, just kill to see how they spend the very last moments of their life." He clutched the object that Hatter had tossed to him and stared down at the gleaming, amber liquid. He snorted and said, "Very nice of you, but I prefer tangible enjoyment." Smirking, he shoved the vial into his pocket and leaped off the tree, sauntering into the opposite direction of Hatter.

***

The silver-haired girl watched as the two went of in separate ways. Since she was more attached to Hatter, she skipped off in his direction. She bounced ahead of him and turned around, saying, "What are we going to do now? I'm kind of hungry... We should go swimming. Who was that guy over there? Whoa! That tree came out of nowhere. I feel like flying..." The girl unfurled her wings and took off into the air, hovering over Hatter once she stabled her height. She was still saying random sentences, apparently convinced that Hatter could hear while her altitude so high.


Hatter trudged off, his hands in his pockets, and went straight to Wonderland. He swore under his breath at the bastard, but he calmed himself before he got too out of hand. He barely listened to 'Silver' as he was now going to call her.... or Tipsy, like Jeagerjerk did. He smirked at his enemy's new nickname.
He finally answered Silver's questions once she seemed to be finished. "I don't know. I don't care. I don't wanna go swimming unless it's to get clean. Jeagerjack. Trees do seem to pop up everywhere..." He sighed, rubbing his nose bridge again, getting a headache. He watched her fly above him, and he glanced up and then blushed and trotted forward, trying to get towards the Black Rabbit.
Majestic cawed above and swooped down to land on Hatter's left shoulder. He pet the bird's breast, and he fluttered his wings into his master's face as a sign of thanks.
Hatter was going to rally up several people to join him in stopping Jeagerjack, no matter what.

Quote:
"Twas brillg and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble, in the wabe;
all mimsy were the borogoves
and the mome raths, outgrabe.

Beware the Jabberwock, my son
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch..."

The Jabberwock poem rang out all around the forest, and Hatter's serious face slowly turned into a smile, then a grin and he whipped his head up to see a form start to swirl its stripes out. Pinks and purples came, but of course there was the cresent 'moon' aka smile, that was there in the first place.
"Cheshire Cat!" Hatter exclaimed, happy to see his old friend.
The cat just nodded at him with its smile as it fully appeared, finishing the part of the poem off.
"Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun.
And the frumious Bandersnatch!" It cackled after it finished and turned onto its back, looking at Hatter upside down. "Why, hello, Mr. Hatter." It said, taking off its ears like a hat and then putting them back on.
"So, what may I do for you?" It asked, its tail swaying in the back.
"Well," said Hatter, tipping his hat back to his friend. "I need a little assistance with trying to stop Jeagerjack."
"Who's Jeagerjack?" The cat asked, looking blank, but suspicious because of his smile.
Hatter frowned. "You know who Jeagerjack is." His eyebrows met. He knew his friend was going to get funny now.
"Who who is?" Said the cat, unblinking and cocking its head to the side a little too abnormally.
'Jeagerjack, the guy on the Black Queen's side." Hatter argued.
The cat raised its paws, shrugging. "What Queen?"
Hatter just stood there, glaring at him, and the cat sat there on its tree branch, just grinning at him, still not blinking even once.


The silver-haired girl hummed an eclectic and inharmonious tune as she swayed in the air. She often dipped too low or ascended to high, nevertheless managed to stay in the air. She perked up as an idea floated into her aimless mind and said, "Man with hat, we should have a tea party with Jeagerjak." She wiggled in the air with excitement. "It'd be so nice..." As she was concocting all the plans for this rendezvous with an invisible Hatter, the silver-haired girl notably collided with a cloud hovering above Wonderland. Unable to regain lift, she descended to the ground, spinning like a helicopter. Ironically, she plummeted to the ground right where Hatter and the Cheshire Cat were. She sat up and rubbed her aching back, murmuring, "My, the ground has never hurt so much before." She completely forgot anything of what happened once her eyes passed upon the sight of a fuzzy creature, known as the Cheshire Cat, atop the bough of a tree. Her eyes grew another size bigger as she raised herself from the ground, gazing at the beautiful and colorful feline. The silver-haired girl lurched into the tree, missing the cat by far. Recovering from the blow she had inflicted upon herself, she started leaping in the air to reach the cat, but unable to (apparently forgetting that she had wings). "Come here, kitty," she coaxed, her eyes wide with desperation and her mouth open in a grin. "Puddertat, come here. Please... come here, kitty...."

***

Jeagerjak grimaced at the bitter taste of the fluid from the vial that Hatter had given him. He had only taken a little swig of it. In only moments, the taste altered into sweetness and he soon felt an overwhelming wave of gratitude and triumph sweep over him. "This stuff's not bad," he murmured to himself, smirking down at the glass bottle. Along with his sense of satisfaction was the excitement that he had. For some reason, Jeagerjak actually found Hatter quite enjoyable. Something attracted him to Hatter, whether it was the fun enmity between them or the fact that he had managed to inflict injuries upon him. If anyone would ever wound him in any way, he would kill the person at any chance he had. But he hadn't even tried to battle Hatter before, even though he was scathed to a vulnerable point. This feeling was something inexplicable, but it was definitely there. Jeagerjak didn't really find anything exhilaration thinking about taking Hatter's life, but with having him live. This reluctance would prove to be a difficulty because of the threat Hatter was against him. He knew that as long as Hatter was still living, he would try to prevent him from killing anymore.
No... I would rather kill Hatter than to give up my life long obligation. Still the irritating reluctance returned to Jeagerjak as he concluded this. For the first time in his life, he was torn between to kill or not to kill.


Cheshire just blinked at the girl, seeing how dialated her eyes were just from despiration. It chuckled and then disappeared and reappeared on her right shoulder. "Now, Hatter, you were mentioning what's-his-face?" Its eyes lite up at Hatter and the owner of the Black Rabbit's Potions crossed his arms and grumbled to himself. "As I was saying... Jeagerjak is threatening the lives of the Oysters. On both sides of the Looking-Glass. We have to stop him from killing. There's quite a few that he could destroy on his side of Wonderland. Perhaps the Black Queen... he doesn't really follow her and tend to be a loner, but maybe we could use that to our advantage...."
As Hatter went on, Cheshire just stared at him, unblinking, while its tail swished back and forth behind it, often running into 'Tipsy''s head.
Hatter suddenly stopped and stared back at the deranged cat.
It stared back at him. Suddenly, it spoke, "You are interested.... are you now?"
Hatter raised an eyebrow. "Excusez-moi?" Cheshire just shrugged, and Hatter got even more angry. "Interested about what, my friend?" He asked, curious, (as you see, Alice left behind quite a lot of curiousity, so it had spread to Wonderland's inhabitants) taking a step towards it.
Cheshire licked his muzzle, and his strips started going away. "All who are enemies are not friends... but friends may be hidden in enemies..." He let out a loud chuckle, and disappeared fully, leaving only his cresent smile behind for a second.
After Cheshire had gone, Hatter stood perplexed and stared off. "What the bloody hell did that mean?" He finally blurted. "Is he saying that I must become his friend? How can I do that? He's a murderer...." He put two fingers to his chin in thought, and wondered about how he could befriend someone that had been his enemy for several years.... how many was it now? Five?
Hatter shook his head, and told himself mentally he'd think about it later. He advanced toward the Black Rabbit, his feet striding but dragging on the ground.

"OFF WITH HIS HEAD!" The famous words rang out across the courtyard, and several of the cards cowered as their beautiful but deadly Red Queen of Hearts marched down the long red carpet. She held her scepter in her right hand and held her head high.
The red diamond that was getting sent to the 'Slaughter Room' was bawling his head off and pleading for mercy. But the Queen would have none of it. She flicked her long brown hair out of her way and then went back to her throne and sat on it, proud but unmoving. She glared at all the suits and spoke, "This is the way I deal with pests. Let is be known that anyone who speaks the name Alice in my kingdom shall have his or her, or even its head chopped off the second I order it. I rule Wonderland. Alice does not. She is gone and dead. Let it be known that only I will be ruler of Wonderland for the rest of its days." The evil Queen's eyes went red, symbolizing her well-known fury.


The silver-haired girl glowered at the Cheshire Cat for not meeting her demands "Kitty!" she shrilled, steam billowing out of her ears. "Get down! Come here!" She grasped the tree with her hands and began to violently shake it, but when she looked back up, the cat had disappeared from the branch. "No!" she wept, falling to her knees. "Come back! Come back!" The silver-haired girl suddenly forgot what she was crying about and raised herself to her legs. She turned around and leaped in the air at the sight of Hatter behind her. "Stop scaring me, you reetle beetle!" she exclaimed, hugging the tree where the Cheshire Cat was once on. "You're as mean as a wockle tuggy!" The silver-haired girl released the tree and approached Hatter with a wild look on her face. "Man with hat, we should have a tea party with Jeagerjak," she murmured, almost nose-to-nose with the man. Pressing her fists against her chest, she bit her lip and shook with squeaky giggles. Along with her furious titters, she bounced around, squealing, "Tea party! Tea party! Tea party!" Her giddiness faded away and she grabbed Hatter by the cuff of his shirt and growled, "I want a tea party now!" She let him go and ran around, haphazardly, often staggering over protruding roots and rocks on the surface.

***

Damien stormed through the forest, muttered cuss words at each step he took. Searching for an exit or someone who could help was the only thing that was keeping him from going insane. This place was beyond insane, and he couldn't take another moment off it. He was startled at every sound or movement that he noticed, and sprinted away from it. Everything in that damn forest was a threat to his life, so he didn't take any chances with sauntering towards the things that made the noise and motion.

Damien stopped counting the hours after four of them. All he knew about how long he was in there was too long. Whatever person or thing he came upon would either attack him, make weird noises, bark at him, chase him, or attack him. He no longer was searching for someone who could help him, because he was convinced that there was no one who would.


((*rubs nose bridge* Ahhhhh..........))

Hatter recoiled as Tipsy went up in his face, and he took a few steps backwards, cringing. "Gah! What is with you?" He shouted. "NO! NO TEA PARTY WITH JEAGERJAK!" He screamed, turning red from fury...
He took a quick gulp of his flash then put it back in his overcoat. When Tipsy grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him to scream at him once again, Hatter grinded his teeth together to keep his anger from getting out of control and then she released him.
He turned around, not saying a word to her. He finally reached the end of the forest and it split to reveal a dark looking cabin. A creaking sign hung over the top window.
Hatter only glanced at it before walking into the parlor and bar, the first section of his home.
He slammed the door with his foot, making sure Tipsy was on the other side, and then locked the door with his many bolts. Taking two strides to the bar, Hatter grabbed a Jack Daniels and poured himself a glass, glancing at the fireplace that was still glowing all over the room.


((Sorry, but I have TONS of pics to find that are similar to the Black Rabbit... *
Alcohal Section: i37.photobucket.com/albums/e5...quor723pho.jpg
Behind the bar (Tea Selection): i937.photobucket.com/albums/a...ulric/fack.jpg
The Fireplace: i925.photobucket.com/albums/a...-Wallpaper.jpg
Staircase with most of the books Hatter has (ignore the pink vases): i64.photobucket.com/albums/h1...a/IMG_0139.jpg
Upstairs in Hatter's bedroom (ignore the couch and picture please...): i301.photobucket.com/albums/n..._by_Kira_R.jpg
Fire in the fireplace: i242.photobucket.com/albums/f...1/100_0055.jpg
THAT'S IT GOOD ENOUGH!! *pulse*

The silver-haired girl made no acknowledgment of Hatter's yelling, but just continued to bounce around. When he sauntered off, she followed after him like a rabbit.
The girl ooed at the sight of the Black Rabbit's Potions parlor. She went up against the window like a child running towards the view of a candy store. "Mmmm... it's so weird," she murmured, pleased. "This would be the perfect place for the tea party." She leaped in the air at the sound of the door slam. She pranced over to the entrance and stared at it with a questioning face. Evidently, she had forgotten the method on how to open a door. The silver-haired girl examined the surface of the door, the hinges connecting it to the doorway, and the doorknob which opened it, but was inconclusive to her. Her common sense (what was left of it) told her that the metal knob protruding out of the door must be part of solving this dilemma. The girl just continued to stare at the door as if an enemy to be slaughtered, attempting to think of anything that could open the door. An idea popped into the her head, which ultimately lead to ramming it into the door. The silver-haired girl collapsed, unconscious from the self-inflicting blow.

***

After nothing but hearing strange sounds and tittering evil flowers, Damien ears finally took in the chatter of many people from afar. He sprinted toward the sound immediately. The direction of the talking was hard to distinguish since it was quite far. After searching through the trees and vegetation for quite a while, he grew weary and began aimlessly walking around. Whenever he heard the sounds come from one direction, he would approach it, but then hear it in another direction. Damien made an exasperated and angry huff and settled down on the ground. He concluded that the conversations were just the damned place tricking his mind. He sprawled himself over the ground and closed his eyes, thinking of nothing but his own misery. He let out a loud 'oof' when he felt something compress against his stomach. Damien opened his eyes and saw a short man beside, scowling at him.
"Would you get up?" he shrilled, raising his hands in aggravation. "You're blocking the road!" The man walked off and Damien raised himself from the ground. People of every size, shape, and color were strolling along the path he was in. The merged voices were coming from these people, but he didn't even see the people before. Damien shrugged off the confusion. He was just glad that he found some sort of civility in the place. Now only to find some sort of way to get out.


Hatter jumped at the loud thump against the front door, spilling his relaxation tea all over his suit. "Shit..." he hissed then walked over to the heavy wooden door and opened it. He looked down to find 'Tipsy' totally knocked out, and he sighed with annoyance as he lifted her up and brought her inside.
Hatter looked around, then finally decided she'd just stay upstairs in his bedroom. He crossed the bar and fireplace room and went up the stairs, eyeing the many books resting on the dusty shelves. As he held Tipsy in his arms, he looked down at her and shook his head, seeing a small wound bleeding out of her forhead. He reached the top of the steps and then entered his room to the left and turned on the black light. The room was illuminated in a purple glare, and Hatter inhaled almost solumnly, making the sinking feeling of lonliness come inside his heart. He'd have to look for a 'Happiness' tea when he went back downstairs.
As Hatter laid Tipsy down on the mattress, he wiped away some blood that was trickling down her face and then got a hot washrag and put it on her head.
Majestic suddenly fluttered into the room through the open old window and landed on its perch just beside it.
It looked at Hatter with red eyes and cocked its head to the side.
Tea party...
Hatter blinked and then thought of the silver-haired girls' wishes. Perhaps he would have a tea party with Jeagerjak, but only when the guy decided killing wasn't a 'enjoyable' sport... even for murderers.
((Oh, and the Tea Party Table out back...
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Oh, and also, Hatter still has the Doormouse, so here he is [too cute...]
))


((Hey, this is Jeagerjak's theme song. Believe by Breaking Benjamin.
And I believe that this should be the silver-haired girl's song. Miss Lucy Had Some Leeches by Emilie Autumn.))

The silver-haired girl did not stay unconscious for long. Only minutes after Hatter had left the room he set her in, she awoke with a start, unfurling her wings and leaping into the air, only to have the ceiling bash against her head once she reached it. Falling onto the bed once again, she raised herself to a sitting position and glowered at her surroundings. The rag dropped below her eyes and she let out a squeal, clawing at her face. She managed to get the moistened fabric off of her and stared at it, curiously. The silver-haired girl cautiously took a sniff of the rag, finding nothing peculiar. She licked it once and then stuffed the whole material in her mouth, sucking out the juices. She sauntered around the room aimlessly, often tripping over the same jagged floorboard over as she walked. After concluding that she couldn't go any further than the walls and floor provided for her, the silver-haired girl approached the shuttered window. Her attempts and going through the shutters and glass border proved to be a failure. She let out a sigh and returned to pacing around the room. She then recognized what would be called a 'door' and stepped toward it. An idea popped into her head, but then she recalled that performing that idea had caused her to go unconscious. She scrutinized the door for a few moments before grabbing onto the knob, turning it, and pushing out. The door obliged and opened. The silver-haired girl grinned in satisfaction and stepped out.
The silver-haired girl's feet tattered down the stairs hurriedly before she settled herself onto the first floor. She stared upon the features of the small, shabby tea shop. The fireplace across the room immediately drew the girl to it, with the fire's various colors. She tip-toed over to it and rubbed her face along the mantle and seated herself in the chair just a few feet from it. "So pwetty," she murmured, gazing at the colorful, flickering flames.

***

Huffing quickly Jeagerjak leaned against a tree to prevent him from falling to the ground. He let out a vicious giggle and continued his way. "Heh, heh," he laughed, trying to steady himself as his feet moved across the ground. "Oh, save the poor little Oysters. They don't deserve to die... Ha! Don't make me laugh. You don't want me... to laugh..." He thrust the empty vial into the air and watched it break against the tree. "I'm pathetic, am I? Heha... Look at yourself. You're... as worthless... as an ant!" Jeagerjak let out eccentric cackles at his joke and staggered over his feet.
He heard some footsteps around him and turned around, flailing his arms. "Whadya want?"

***

Mad March's brows furrowed at the drunken sight of Jeagerjak. He was supposedly very notorious for luring Oysters into Dark Wonderland and killing them off one by one. The rumors surrounding him told her that he had been in the middle of a hunt as well. She found it quite odd that he would choose to be drunk at this time. Another rumor that had reached her ears was that Hatter was a long time enemy of his, as he was to her. It was no shock to her, since he was a deranged killer. Obviously neither of them had been successful with killing off Hatter. March decided to stalk him out and propose an offer.
"Greetings, Jeagerjak," she murmured, staring at him like a disgrace. "My name is Mad March, the head assassin of the Dark Wonderland reign, a servant of the Dark Queen of Hearts of Dark Wonderland and the Deck Cards of Dark..."
"Yes, yes," interrupted Jeagerjak, waving his hand at March, "the whole yippykiyay team. How can I help you?" March's nose twitched at his interruption, but she remained calm.
"I happen to know that there is an enmity between you and Mad Hatter, am I right?"
"Isn't he the guy with the hat?" slurred Jeagerjak, a sardonic smirk on his face.
"He happens to be a foe of mine as well," said March, her voice laced with anger. "And I would like to interest you in a proposal, Jeagerjak. Perhaps we could work together to bring this man down. He has been quite a nuisance throughout the years. He is quite clever and quick, so I haven't had much luck with bringing him down. But I believe..." Her dark green eyes lit up as she said this. "... that we could bring him down together, as partners. That way, we can both be rid of him! You can hunt peacefully and I will get my revenge!" Jeagerjak stared at the girl with a vacant face, swaying his body and staggering a little as he listened.
"I have some hunting to do," he replied, turning away. "I will not waste my time with searching him out if he poses no threat currently."
"I do know where his tea shop is," retorted March. Jeagerjak looked over his shoulder.
"You do?"


((OH, SNAP CRACKLE POP RICE KRISPIES!
BTW, Hatter's theme Crazy by Gnarls Barkley ))

Hatter jumped as the girl came down the stairs and he once more spilled tea all over his suit. "Son of a BITCH!" He barked, then decided just to change. He eyed the girl by the fire, and wondered if she'd hurt herself again, so he barked, "Don't touch ANYTHING!" He dashed up the stairs, threw open his bedroom door and (oh, and by the way, there's only the stutters in the window, not glass) hurriedly went to his large wardrobe and fetched a new buckle overcoat. He wipped off his wet one and puts on the fresh. He was untucking the collar when Hatter glanced at his reflection in the large mirror that bordered his wardrobe on the side. He stared at it, emotionless, before fixing his hat and then walked over to the window and opened the wooden shutters. They creaked as he did, and he looked out at the dark night, his eyes glowing but not so much that it lit up anything below. He smelt the fresh air and heard the eerie noises of Wonderland's nocturnal creatures. Including the Jabberwock, which Hatter could sense nearby, but not as a threat. Hatter forgot about the girl, and decided to spend some alone time, like he needed it, and he grabbed onto the beam of the window and then swung his body nimbly backwards onto the roof above. In the minutes he was flying through the air, he shut his eyes, feeling the wind make his shaggy hair fly. He held his hat and then landed, crouching. He looked up, one finger on the brim of his hat before collapsing onto the rough tiles and looking up at the stars. But of course, it was always either misty, foggy, or just gloomy around Hatter's cabin. The sky was always red.
"'Twas brillig.... and the slithy toves
Did gyre... and gimble in the ...wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths... out...grabe..."
Hatter slowly lulled himself to a snooze, his arms spread out and his hat dipped over his eyes.


As he journeyed toward Wonderland with the girl named Mad March, Jeagerjak was able to sober himself up. The buzz from the tea had been quite intense, but it didn't last very long at all. However, he did still feel the sense of satisfaction afterward. Mad March was walking stiffly and quickly, not bothering to stir up conversation. She had the exact stereotype attitude of an assassin; down to earth, strict, and quick.
Sighing, Jeagerjak looked over at her and muttered, "You said before that you would get your revenge by killing Hatter. What is this grudge you have?"
"His father killed my father," she replied with not hesitation. Jeagerjak scoffed and said, "You're father is the March Hare. He and Mad Hatter were best friends. Why'd he do that?"
"What Mad Hatter did killed my father, and himself," said March, slightly gnashing her teeth. Jeagerjak raised his eyebrow.
"But you said that he killed him."
"What he did killed him."
"But he didn't actually kill him," retorted Jeagerjak. "What he did killed him, but that's not necessarily the same as killing him."
"It's enough for me to hold a grudge against his son!" snapped March, now glowering into Jeagerjak's eyes. He held his hands up and said, "Hey, I didn't say that. It's just you threw me off with 'killing him' and 'what he did killed him'." The two drifted back into silence. "So what did Mad Hatter do to get him and March Hare killed?" asked Jeagerjak.
"He said something unflattering to the Dark Queen of Hearts," replied March. "Both him and my father were present there, and so they both had their heads cut off. I swore on my father's grave that I would avenge him by killing the only man left in his bloodline. Hatter." Jeagerjak nodded, replying, "I see. Well, I'm just after him because he opposes my sport of hunting down Oysters." March acknowledged him with a brief nod of the head.
Keeping a steady pace of four miles per hour, they crossed over the border between Dark Wonderland and original Wonderland. They were completely unscathed, even after traveling through a wide-ranged area of Dark Wonderland. Not surprisingly, Jeagerjak had been chucking a card at anything he heard or saw around him. He was quite impressed with Mad March's sense of direction. The only map that she had was in her brain. Apparently, she had traveled to Hatter's tea shop many times before, memorizing every twist and turn in each possible path.
After about two hours of walking endlessly, Jeagerjak could distinguish the shabby tea shop at a distance at last. Even though his legs felt as if the blood in their veins was acid, he sped up the pace as she did. He was so very excited what was going to happen next once they got to the tea shop, he didn't mind pumping a little more acid into his veins. March approached the door and made three casual knocks onto it.
"We would like to buy some tea!" she said in a higher pitched voice, taking out her bladed nunchucks. Jeagerjak snorted and shouted in a lower voice, "Yeah! And some liquor!"

***

The silver-haired girl didn't pay much attention to Hatter's shouting, since she was thinking that he was talking to someone other than her. Even though there were no other people in the whole shop, a fact that was unknown to her. She heard knocks at the door and people calling out behind it. The girl jumped from the chair and raced over to the door. She was able to open it without any trouble. The door revealed two people, a man and a woman. She beamed at them and said, "Hello!"
Mad March raised her foot and planted it right in the chest of the silver-haired girl. She went airborne before crashing onto the ground. Jeagerjak frowned at the lifeless girl across the room.
"I don't think that was Hatter," he said. March ignored him and stepped inside the room, cautiously. She was careful to look at the ground ahead of her before stepping in, but doing this quickly. She didn't see him in the lobby or the booth, which meant he must be upstairs in his room. A grin was on her face as she climbed the stairs, as quiet as a mouse, but cautiously whirling one side of the bladed nunchucks in case of any attack. This would be it. With Jeagerjak on her side, Hatter wouldn't stand a chance. March would finally get her revenge that she had been waiting for so long...
March's feet stopped climbing up the steps, for something had stopped her. Her head was being pulled back. She turned her face and saw Jeagerjak out of the corner of her eye. He was smiling... Gasping, March lurched forward, trying to get out of Jeagerjak's grasp. If she'd been a half-second too late, her head would've exploded. But when she lunged into the stairs, Jeagerjak only managed to blow up a portion of her hair. She reached the top of the stairs and looked down at him, perplexed and aghast. "What are you doing?" she cried, glowering at him with furious eyes. He didn't say anything, just smirked at her. But after a few moments, he lunged at her and grabbed her nunchucks. This was too fast for her to react, so before she knew what was happening, she was on the ground of the first floor.
As Jeagerjak was walking down the stairs, March recovered from the blow and got up. "I thought we had a deal that you and I would kill Hatter together!" she yelled bitterly, whirling her nunchucks.
"I changed my mind," replied Jeagerjak, coolly. March gnashed her teeth and thrust her nunchucks at him. He managed to dodge most of the attacks, but the blade at the end of the chain did snag him a few times. He threw several cards in her direction, but she was able to snap at them with the blades before they hit her. Jeagerjak waited for the right moment to lunge at her and grab the chains. She only exchanged the blades in her hands to wrap the chain around his arm. March leaped into the air and kicked him in the chest. The blow hurt like hell, but he staggered a bit. I guess I'm going to have to use my weapon on her, he thought, as he continued to flick multiple cards in her direction. Most of them didn't even touch her.
Jeagerjak dug in his pocket and retrieved a golden deck of cards. After opening the deck, he gave one jerk of his wrist and all of the cards came out. But they didn't spill out onto the floor; instead the cards attached themselves together, end by end, until forming a blade-like weapon out of cards. Charging at March, he thrust his sword against the chain. Not only did it cut, but most of the chain had exploded. This badly wounded March's hands, and she dropped her nunchucks. Without another moment, Jeagerjak swung his blade against her again. Once it hit her skin, an explosion took a good portion of her flesh along with it. March was thrown into the wall, and then collapsed. The wound that Jeagerjak had inflicted upon her was deep and oozed much blood. March quickly raised herself from the ground, breathing heavily with her arm to the gash across her torso. She took out a little plastic bunny head and pressed its button. Instantly, the plastic thing turned into a floating vehicle, in the shape of a rabbit. She leaped onto it and flew out of the door and into the air. Jeagerjak frowned, pressing the cards back into the deck and returning it to its place in his pocket.


A clash from downstairs made Hatter violently jolt awake. He looked frantically this way and that and then kicked out and stood up on the roof, holding his hat when a harsh breeze nearly knocked him off the roof. He looked up at the right time to see a rabbit transporter fly away, and saw Mad March on it.
His eyes flared red as he watched his worse enemy fly away. He felt total uneasiness as he now knew she knew where he lived. He suddenly heard another noise, and realized someone else was in his home. He jumped, holding onto the corner of the tile and swung his body back inside his room. He heard footsteps coming up the stairs, and then he rushed towards the door, his rage pouring out. He swung the door open, almost knocking the old hindges off. He saw Jeagerjack standing at the bottom of the stairs. His eyes grew wild and crazy, and he ran down the steps, yelling, then lept onto the guy and wrestled him to the floor. He punched him right in the jaw, and then again in the stomach.
"GET OUT OF MY HOUSE! GET OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT!!" He looked so stressed that he nearly cried just because of the dismay of someone finding his house. And knowing Jeagerjak, the guy could blow it up if he wanted to. But his Tea Shop was all he had.
Majestic cawed from above, and swooped down and started clawing at Jeagerjak's face while Hatter was still on top of him, punching at every part he could find. Finally, Hatter's anger subsided. His eyes flickered slowly back to neon green. Seeing Jeagerjak under him, he got up right away and backed off, huffing from his attack. Majestic stopped when his master did, and swooped onto Hatter's shoulder, his red eye glaring at his master's enemy with caution.
Hatter went to the door and slammed it shut, locking it.
"You and I..." He said, striding over to the bar and fetching a potion from a secret slot under the counter. He had forgotten to grab his flask from his old overcoat when he'd changed. He unscrewed the cork and then chugged down the Anti-Anger potion and felt immediate relief.
Looking at the liquor, he grabbed a bottle of Jack's and slammed it onto the bar for Jeagerjak to take. "You and I..." He continued again. "Have to talk." He walked around the bar and then sat down on his chair right by the fireplace. He looked at Tipsy from the corner of his eye, and decided to just leave her there for now.
He looked at the flames, which were now purple. The seemed to dance for him, and his mind made them increase in light, making the dark room go into a purple haze.
Hatter glanced at Jeagerjak out of the corner of his eye, his neon green eyes slightly glowing in what darkness was around him.


After several moments passed by, Jeagerjak huffed and looked around. Apparently Hatter had not been home if he didn't hear all that commotion. Sighing in disappointment, he turned around, only to be knocked to the ground by Hatter. "You're home," he said before being clouted right in the jaw. "Ow! That hu-" Hatter's fist was then thrust into his stomach and all around his torso and face. "What the fuck!" cried Jeagerjak as Hatter wailed on him. "Agh! Dammit! Get off! I'll leave! Goddammit!" He felt the talons of Hatter's raven repeatedly clutched at his face, and flailed his arms around to protect his face. Once Hatter finally stopped beating on him, Jeagerjak raised himself to his staggering feet. "What. The. Hell," he snarled, wiping his bloody face. "Dammit, I was already wounded enough as it was. Bitches..." He frowned at Hatter as he seated himself near the fireplace. His eyes then trailed over to the Jack Daniel's on the counter. Continuing to wipe his face, he sauntered over to the bar and grabbed the bottle, then raised himself to seat up on the counter.
Jeagerjak took a bunch of the remedy blossoms and shoved them in his mouth, chewing furiously while glowering at Hatter. He washed the bitter taste of the flowers down with a swig of the liquor. "If I heard you well as you wailed on me before," he said bitterly, "than I heard you say that you wanted me to get out. But apparently you wish to talk. Well, I have something to say to you, Mr. Hatter." Jeagerjak indicated the door with a hand and said, "Did you not see that Mad March girl flying out of here on a flying rabbit? I think you should know that if it wasn't for me, she would be the one wailing on you." He displayed the blade marks on his arms as he continued, "I believe you owe me an apology. And a 'thank you' wouldn't hurt either." He took another gulp and set it down on the counter once again. "Okay," he scoffed, shrugging his shoulders, "you wanna talk. Well, what's up? What's on your mind..?"

[Ichigo Kulric]

All the while when Jeagerjak was talking, Hatter's ears were perked backwards and he was listening very intently. He already knew Mad March could've killed him, but he didn't know that Jeagerjak had stopped her. However, he could be lying. Hatter took another sip of his tea, and petted the ebony breast of Majestic as the bird perched on the chair.
Hatter didn't say a word to his foe, instead, he lost himself in a trace with the fire, which was now neon green like his own eyes, and it made the room very eerie and almost seem like it was ill. This whole house was old, so Hatter smirked as he thought of a house being sick.
"Dying of age..." Hatter muttered to himself, lost and unblinking. He suddenly leaned back in the seat and crossed his legs, grasping the warm teacup with both hands.
"Why is a raven like a writing desk?" He whispered in a hushed tone, but Majestic heard, and he happened to LOVE that riddle, so he fluttered his wings and made a cooing sound. His master was still ignoring what Jeagerjak had just asked, because his master was thinking of the dream (or nightmare) that he had had just before he woke up to find his enemy here.
"What a strange dream it was... Wasn't it, Majestic?" He asked his bird, still staring off into nothingness, his eyes flashing red for a second...

"Pick a card, any card...." That would be the Dealer... Hatter thought as he watched Jeagerjak do his job and shuffle the bloody cards out onto Hatter's bar counter. Hatter watched the five cards magically float towards him, and he picked the far left one.
Jeagerjak smiled cooly and flipped it over with a stroke of his hand.
It read 'Death'.
Hatter was not foolish to even think to be scared. Death just ment new beginnings. But why did he get this card? His eyes went to his Dealer for a second, only to make him back up a few steps.
Jeagerjak had crawled over the bar and was now inches from Hatter's face, which made the Black Potion's owner flinch. He tried to back up a step, but his feet were somehow stuck to the floor. He grunted as he tried to free himself, but to no avail.
He looked up, panicing and gasped as Jeagerjak pressed his lips to his own. Hatter pushed against him, but was knocked to the ground from the preassure of his body trying to stay in one place, and the force of Jeagerjak going on him. The Dealer pinned Hatter to the ground and started touching him in ways that were too wild, even for Hatter. He heard Jeagerjak's breath get huskier and huskier, as well as his own, to his surprise. For some reason, this was arousing him, and he wrapped his arms around his enemy and pulled him close as they started to make love in the Black Rabbit's Potions...

Hatter's pupils were the size of a grain, and his eyes were wide and confused, but all the more mysterious to how he was feeling about it. The reason they were wide was not because of shock, he'd gotten over that way back when he'd just woken up... even before then. He'd gotten rid of the shock during his dream. Dreams in Wonderland are special. They are more real, so therefore you are actually having real feelings. Where as an Oyster's dream is fake and confusing to the mind.
Hatter realized he had enjoyed it. And he was beginning to wonder about himself... which he did often, for even to himself, Hatter was a mysterious person... unknowing and...
Hatter smirked.
"Mad as a Hatter..." He breathed, making his tea ripple.


Completely befuddled, Jeagerjak stared at Hatter with this brows pulled together in a perplexed gaze. The guy was sitting over by the fireplace, muttering stuff to himself... and to his raven... and possibly the fire. He wasn't called Mad Hatter for nothing. Jeagerjak stroked the claw marks along his forehead that the damned bird gave to him. He couldn't hear what Hatter was saying, nor was he trying to listen. It pissed him off that he was showing no gratitude for getting rid of his other foe. But it wasn't like Jeagerjak was expecting anything, since Hatter too was an enemy. Although, it made him regret doing anything at all to stop Mad March.
He had lied to her before, not only about teaming up with her, but also by claiming that she had a perfectly reasonable grudge to hold against Hatter. What a complete waste of time, he thought to himself. What is going to be accomplished if she manages to slay Hatter? It wouldn't bring her father back. Why should the sins of the father be put on the son? Jeagerjak snorted as he thought, Well, I guess she's has to have someone to blame her pathetic misery on. However, he did have a good reason. Hatter was in his way, and needed to get out. Yet, here I am, drinking with him. I could attack, but I don't feel like it...
Setting aside the bottle of whiskey, Jeagerjak strolled over to shelves of tea. As his eyes scanned over the various-colored vials, he picked one up and examined it. On a little piece of paper strewed across the vial read 'Lust'. He gazed at it for quite some time, debating on whether or not to drink it. He wasn't sure why he was thinking the way he was. Perhaps it's the buzz from the whiskey, thought Jeagerjak, before taking a secret swig of it. He then stuffed the vial in his pocket and smacked his lips. The tea had the same bitter taste before, but then it turned warm and minty. He felt the effects immediately, right down to his crotch area. His reared his head to the side and eyed the back of Hatter's head. Jeagerjak strutted over to him and leaned his arm on the mantle, taking out a deck of cards. He indicated the box to him and said, "Pick a card, any card. I won't look." He turned his face over his shoulder, smirking seductively.


Hatter was so lost in his mind that when Jeagerjak spoke, he jumped out of his chair, making his tea cup fall and shatter all over his black carpet. At the emotion of suprise, the fire turned a light purple, and hence purple still being a darker color, the room enveloped in darkness. Hatter's eyes reacted and started to glow their neon color, lighting up Jeagerjak's face as well as Majestic's, who's red eyes were glaring at his enemy.
Perplexed, Hatter just realized what Jeagerjak had asked, and he again jumped back, and the fire turned a greyish blue. Hatter finally spat out, all the while yet the fire turned another color, this time dark red, "What the hell do you think you're asking? Back off..." His eyes turned red for a second, but they went back to green as his fear got a hold of him. Hatter backed up some more, until he was against the side of the fireplace. He sniffed the air, suddenly alert, and his eyes went into the size of saucers. "What did... you drink?!" He stammered, eyeing his bar, then back to Jeagerjak, and vice versa again.
Jeagerjak was acting very strange, and it was even freakier that he'd said the same thing he'd said in Hatter's dream.
The Man with the Hat gulped, then growled, "What are you playing at?" He stood tall, standing his ground, but he was still up against the wall, a nervous wreck.
He should've just kicked the guy out of his house... But he had wanted to talk to him... about making a deal with him to possibly stop him from killing any more of the Oysters... but he hadn't gotten to that. He damned himself for letting his mind get the better of him, like it always did.


The constant change in the room's illumination began to irritate his eyes, from a dark purple and to grey then to a bright red. He blinked several times to adjust his eyes to the shift in the light. As Hatter backed away, Jeagerjak began to close in, the alluring smile still planted on his lips. "Who's playing?" he scoffed, taking the cards out of the box. He spread them out over his hands, exposing the face to Hatter and the back toward himself, as if imitating a magician. "Just pick a card," he said in a hushed voice. "Once you've memorized it, set it back in the pack wherever." His smile widened. "Don't worry, they're not bombed." He brushed the cards against Hatter's face, and then returned them to their indicating position. "It's just a little card trick," he said, tilting his head to the side. "Nothing more." Jeagerjak turned away once again, giving Hatter the chance to pick the card and set it back.


Hatter flinched as Jeagerjak proved the cards weren't bombed, but he still was suspicious... Finally, he grabbed a card, an Ace of Hearts, and then put it back into the deck. He frowned and wondered what the hell the guy wanted... Probably to kill him. Would he burn the shop down? The thought sent the hairs on the back of Hatter's neck up, and he shivered at the thought.
Now that he was a lot more calm, the flames to the side of Hatter turned to a cool blue, but was mixed with some yellow, making a rather greenish glow. He may be 'cool' at the moment, but his suspicions were getting worse by the second. What did this guy plan on doing with this damned card trick.
"I don't much like card tricks... Especially the 'trick' part..." Hatter growled, shifting his feet so that he stood tall and ready for action at any moment. Meanwhile, he glanced at Tipsy, still knocked out from before, and he wondered what exactly happened to her. So was it true that Jeagerjak had just kicked March out of his own house? But why? He tipped his hat, hiding his eyes in thought, his suspicions grew with a passion. He sniffed the air, catching Jeagerjak's breath, then wondered which potion Jeagerjak had actually drank.


Turning back to face Hatter, Jeagerjak's smile widened as he cooed, "Well, I think you might favor this one over the others." He slid the cards back into one pile, looking over at the more settle flames under the mantle with satisfaction. He reached into his pocket with his free hand and curled his fingers around the cool glass of the vial. Before pulling it out, he said, "So you are wondering which potion I took?" With his eyes gleaming, he indicated the bottle to Hatter. "Lust, is what it was." Jeagerjak flipped off the top and emptied the rest of the liquid into his mouth. Grasping his shirt, he pressed his lips against his, forcing Hatter up against the wall. He opened his mouth to transfer the tea into Hatter throat and kept his lips firmly planted on there until Hatter had no choice but to swallow the fluid. Once he did this, Jeagerjak gave Hatter a break for air and lunged at him again; this time fiercer, moving his lips around and not being shy to wrestle his tongue in there. The cards fell from his hands, scattering across the ground as he exosculated him repeatedly.
Jeagerjak pecked at Hatter's jaw and caressed his way downward toward his chest. As he descended, he intertwined his fingers with Hatter's hands and lifted them against the wall. His lips went below Hatter's collar and he broke away, carrying an Ace of Hearts in his mouth. "That your card?" he asked bluntly. Without waiting for a reply, Jeagerjak spat out the card and returned to Hatter's lips. He released his hands and lowered to wrap around his waist while pressing his pelvis against Hatter's.

***

Awaking with a start, the silver-haired girl sat up and blinked several times. She looked over to where Jeagerjak and Hatter were and said, "I feel a little funny."
Jeagerjak pulled back and glowered at the silver-haired girl, shouting, "Go away!" The girl jumped at the demand and obliged, rising to her feet and hiding in a closet.
Jeagerjak returned his focus on Hatter and smiled. "Would you mind showing me around your place?" he asked, fluttering his eyelashes a bit.


"So you are wondering which potion I took?"
Hatter glared, uneasy. The flames turned to a yellow-gray. He watched Jeagerjak pulled out a half-filled and half-empty vile. It was a bright red. His eyes widened, and before Jeagerjak said it, Hatter knew fully well what it was.
"Lust, is what it was."
He watched him put the stuff into his damned mouth, and suddenly Jeagerjak lundged at him, and he almost shrieked, but couldn't because of the guy's damned mouth on his. His eyes widened, and the flames irrupted into red and grey and yellow and more colors all at once. He grasped the wall he was pressed against for support and forcefully swallowed the liquid. Instant emotion swept over him, and he gasped when Jeagerjak let him take a breath, only to slam his damned lips back onto his without rest. He cringed, and pushed at Jeagerjak but didn't have enough room to actually punch him. And he was too confused from lust to stop himself from almost acting back. He wrestled his tongue back, shutting his eyes tight to ignore the fear and pain he was getting in his heart. He tried pushing the damned fool back again, but only let out a slight moan as the damned bastard went to his chest, and failed when Jeagerjak grabbed his hands and pinned them to the wall.
"That your card?"
Hatter opened his eyes to see the Ace of Hearts in Jeagerjak's mouth, and he was about to blow up with rage when he was once more pushed back by his damned lips. He cursed behind the kisses, his words smothered.
"Vou mmamded vazz... mmmph... vuck vou!"
Finally, the damned bastard lowered to Hatter's waist, but unfortunatly pushed his pelvis up against his own, and Hatter grunted and ended up grasping the damned fool's shoulders to try to pry him off.
He suddenly jolted back into fantasy, and noticed Tipsy was awake. His pupils shrank a little, since they had been almost fully dialated. He was about to shout to her for help, but Jeagerjak got to her first, jumping as he barked the poor girl orders. He watched her hopelessly, go to the closet and he almost whimpered as she shut it.
"Would you mind showing me around your place?"
He slowly, very slowly turned his hatted head towards his foe, eyes glowing red. The flames blew out of the fireplace, almost burning some of the furniture, but Hatter was very pissed.
He suddenly threw back his fist and slammed it into the guy's face and sent him sprawling onto the ground.
But, sadly (and fortunate), the Lust potion was still effective, so what a better way then just to jump the damned foe right there.
Hatter lept, and the flames suddenly went out. He pinned Jeagerjak to the ground, the room only lit up by Hatter's red glowing eyes.
"HOW DARE YOU!" He roared, and suddenly got control of himself and pulled Jeagerjak to his feet by his shirt. His eyes suddenly turned back to green and he sighed, went to the fireplace, started it again, and turned to Jeagerjak, the flames a slight red, but with some soft purple as well.
"Fine." He said, and stalked past him and started up the stairs.


The silver-haired girl had actually fallen asleep in the closet in which she was hiding in. The thing that woke her up was the pandemonium upstairs. As she stirred away, she had leaned against the door, which gave out. The blow from the ground woke her up entirely. She leaped from the floor and looked up at the trembling chandelier above her. She remembered that Hatter and Jeagerjak had been out here when she had awaken from unconsciousness. The silver-haired girl blinked and murmured, "Hmm... I wonder what they're doing up there..."
Her inquisitive look turned to beaming as she cried, "They must be having a tea party!" She ran across the room and started upstairs... until something shiny caught her eye. The silver-haired girl turned her head to the side and she gazed upon the innumerous vials of glimmering liquid on the shelves behind the counter. Her feet slowly lowered themselves to the ground once more. She awed at the sight of the vials in order of color, from reds, to blues, to greens, yellows, silvers, the whole crayon box. She approached them cautiously and slowly, as if coming into the presence of a holy shrine. Her eyes passed over the many labels. "I suppose one wouldn't hurt," she said, picking up a bottle of ecstasy.


"This one looks pretty," slurred the silver-haired girl, downing a silver-bluish liquid into her stomach. She tossed the vial against the pile of broken glass off to the side. She didn't read the label of the tea(not that she even could), but felt like dancing with someone a few moments later. The girl approached a nearby hat stand and curtsied to it, then began twirling around the room with it, singing a random and unpleasant humming song. She tripped over a carpet and collapsed to the ground with the hat stand on top of her. The silver-haired girl then began to kiss one of the bars of wood.


Hatter growled unpleasently as Jeagerjak tempted him. But the lust was gone, so he found this odd for him to be wanting to be with Jeagerjak again. He pushed him off, his eyes red. "Back off... you used a potion... and I KNOW it has worn off by now, so no more games. Get out of my house...." He glared at him evily.
Suddenly there was a large thump from downstairs, and he jumped half a foot in the air before dashing to the door and flinging it open and ran down his staircase, skipping four at a time. Once he reached the bottom, he saw that Tipsy was awake, and he almost exploded from anger as he saw broken glass shattered in a corner. She'd practically drank most of a shelf of teas!!!
And she had one of HIS hats on!!!
He roared with fury and then ran at her, grabbing her by the hair and flung her across the room. "GET OUT!! EVERYONE GET OUT OF MY HOUSE! GET! THIS IS MY SHOP! I WILL NOT HAVE MY WORK RUINED BY A DRUNK PERVERT AND A IMMATURE LITTLE BRAT!" His eyes flared once again, a deep red, almost black as he stomped toward the silver-haired girl and grabbed her by the back of the elbow and raised it in an awkward position. He stalked over to the front door, opened it, and tossed her out into the mud.
He then turned to glare at Jeagerjak, tears actually filling his eyes from rage, guilt, and the fact that he knew he was going to be alone again if Jeagerjak left. He didn't give a shit about the girl, but Jeagerjak...
Just thinking about it confused the hell out of Hatter, which made him even more angry, sending the flames in the fireplace to blaze and start his chair on fire. He cried out and rushed over to the bar, forgetting the two, grabbed the water hose and blasted the flames out.
Once he was done, he collasped down to his knees, breathing heavily. Too many emotions, too fast. He started to shake uncontrolably and he bit his lip as the emotions started pouring out. A single tear crept down his still damp and flushed face and he ended up bowing his head, sitting back, and starting rocking himself, not making a single noise, and hiding his face in his knees.

Jeagerjak frowned at the sudden change in Hatter's mood. Evidently, the effect of the tea had worn off. He didn't think that he would be feeling shameful of what happened afterward. Before he could respond, Hatter had stormed downstairs to the sound of shattered glass. He threw on his clothes and followed downstairs to find him screaming at the girl he knew as Tipsy. She stared at Hatter with a perplexed look, not exactly heeding to what he was punishing her for. Jeagerjak glowered at Hatter when he was referred to as a 'drunk pervert'. The old hatred of the guy was beginning to return. He felt so very insulted, especially after what they had just done. The silver-haired girl's confused expression remained on her face as Hatter jerked her arm upward and dragged her out of the room, then throwing her outside in the forest. She looked down at her mud-caked body and beamed, slapping her hands against the mud like a toddler.
Jeagerjak stared at the roaring fire across the room. The flames furiously licked outside of the mantle, then began to make the rocking chair nearby combust. He turned back to Hatter, the shadows and illuminates of the fire making his face and eyes flicker repeatedly. As the two glared at each other, he noticed the glimmer of tears in his eyes. Jeagerjak's brows pulled together at the sight of this. Why would Hatter be crying? He watched him scuttle off toward the bar to douse the flames with the hose. Once the flames finally succumbed, Hatter had dropped to his knees, gasping for air. He watched as he rocked back and forth on the floor. Before he could feel pity for the guy, Jeagerjak turned around and strolled out the door. He found Tipsy skipping around the trees covered in mud. She then began to whirl around, extending the drapes of her filthy dress with her arms.
"If a tree falls in the middle of a forest," muttered Jeagerjak, watching the girl as she spun around the trees until getting dizzy, "could it fall now?"

Hatter finally calmed himself down, and stood up, his old, emotionless look back on his face. He went to the door, and without any word, slammed the door shut and bolted it.
Then he stood there, gazing at the wood of the door, but seeing right through it. He clawed at it, his nails leaving marks down the dark oak. Finally, he sighed, after several minutes, and opened the door, the rage, and all other emotions gone, besides hope. "Okay..." He growled, and went over to the two. "Get in here and we'll have a tea party like you wanted, Tipsy, mmm 'kay?" He grabbed Jeagerjak and Tipsy's upperarms and dragged them inside and slammed the door shut again.
He turned to face them after bolting the door again, then cracked his knuckles and rolled his head.
"We got plenty of tea, girl," he said, looking to Tipsy. "So you don't need to worry. We shall have a LONG tea party. And maybe I'll invite some friends." He winked at Jeagerjak and then sighed, finally just accepting he wasn't gonna be alone tonight. The flames went to a goldish yellow, lighting up the whole room, even hurting Hatter's eyes, and he just made a grimace/smile and then walked upstairs to get dressed the rest of the way.
Once he entered his room, he almost recoiled out of it once again by the smell. He frowned, then took out an Energy potion and threw it on the ground, making a cloud of yellow smoke start to cover the room.
It cleared, and the room not only smelt better, but it seemed much more alive. Tonight was gonna be fun, so Hatter had to prepare. But first; to find a Mad Hatter's hat.
His search over the bed was on.

The silver-haired girl and Jeagerjak exchanged perplexed faces as they were pulled back into the shop. The girl blinked once at the idea of a tea party and murmured, "A tea party?" Her faced beamed, exclaiming, "Oh, what a wonderful idea, man with hat!" Jeagerjak frowned at the wink that Hatter had given him. For some reason, he felt oddly unsafe. He grimaced from the sudden illumination radiating from the fireplace and rubbed his eyes. The silver-haired girl trotted over to the tea shelves and began guzzling down random vials of the tea. Sighing, Jeagerjak seated himself on the nook. As he extended his arms in a long stretch, he began to think of the Oysters that were still out in the forest of Dark Wonderland. He couldn't determine whether they would be alive or not. Whatever the case, Jeagerjak would be occupied the rest of the evening. Besides, he wasn't really in the mood for slaying the savages.

***

Choosing a random store from his surroundings, Damien strolled into a pink and purple triangular building with a swirling colored door. The inside was surprisingly larger than how small it appeared on the outside, and the dimensions didn't even resemble a triangle. The concrete floor was checkered with various types of colors. Slot machines outlined every single wall with a rectangular tables covering the majority of the floor... and the ceiling. The rest of the room was covered with 'people'. Short columns rose from the floor and the ceiling and illuminated the room with a dull light. Damien presumed the place was some sort of casino. He zig-zagged throughout the floors and approached a long nook that resembled one at a bar... except with swirling hat stands protruding out of them. He noticed a plump man bending over with his back facing him.
"Excuse me!" he cried, trying to talk over the voices in the place. The man straightened himself and turned around. The form of him looked quite regular, except for the single strand of curly hair sticking up from his bald head, the clown paint on his face, the two buck teeth sticking out of his mouth, and the too small clothes he was wearing.
"May I help you?" he said in a very nasal voice. Damien stifled to make a grimace, but replied, "I am having... quite a trouble. You see, I am not from around here. I've been lead in here by mistake, and I need to return home."
"So, you're an Oyster?" asked the man bluntly. Damien blinked and said, "I'm not sure what you mean."
"Look," he sighed, "I don't want any trouble. If the Queen finds out I've been harboring Oysters, she'll have my head. So if you could just turn around and exit my store." Damien raised his hands and said, "I'm not trying to cause trouble, truly. I was just wondering if you know where I could return to my own world." The man shook his head, saying, "The only way to return to The Sane World is by going through the Looking Glass. I don't have access to my own."
"Do you know anyone who does?" asked Damien.
"The Queen might. The man who lured you in must have one. But other than that, I can't help you. Now please leave." Damien returned him a 'thank you' and a fake smile, then turned around, cussing under his breath.

Hatter came down the steps nimbly but swaying slightly. He had put on a new suit that actually was a rather fancy one. He tugged at the tie, feeling uncomfortable in clothes that didn't have a tight fit. The tie itself was a deep blood red, as well as his silk long-sleeved buttoned up shirt underneath. However, the whole outfit showed most of his chest. His overcoat was looked to be shreaded slightly and went down to his pelvis and then spilt into an upside down v and curled at the edges. His pants were highly decorated with belts that were strung from one side to the other on his thighs, along with some chains that looped. More chains were added to the overcoat, some looping under his arms and to the middle of his back. His shoes were clogs that had the tips curled slightly, but with fasionable overly-large belt buckles.His hat was different, having a belt around its bridge, and then some spikes drilled into the belt.
Finally stepping down on the last step, Hatter cleared his throat, glancing at Jeagerjak from the corner of his eye, seeing the fire turn a light pink due to his embarassment of having this suit on, but it was the one he always wore to a tea party.
Speaking of tea parties...
Annoyed, Hatter cleared his throat again and then barked at Tipsy. "Excuse me, you're drinking all the tea. If you keep doing so, there won't be enough for the party." He gritted his teeth, but tried to stay calm, nonetheless.
"Majestic." He suddenly said to his bird friend. The raven squawked and then fluttered its wings and landed on Hatter's shoulder. "Why don't you go and find some of our friends and invite them to tea?" Majestic nodded, then fluttered off, going out the door.
Hatter knew that only a few close friends would come, hence he didn't like to give out where he lived. But he knew already the Cheshire Cat would definatly come, and of course he'd have the Doormouse... Tipsy, if you counted her as a friend, and then Jeagerjak...
Hatter eyed Jeagerjak again. Confusion suddenly tore through him again, and he blushed and gulped. He shook his head to clear it, then strode over to the bar and started pilling up the tea bottles onto a silver platter.
Sighing, Jeagerjak took cautious steps toward the silver-haired girl as she downed the vials of tea. "I don't think it's such a good idea to drink that much," he said, managing several paces between him and the girl. After guzzling another glass, she swiped some of the fluid that trickled down her chin and then threw the glass at Jeagerjak. He was able to clutch his fingers around the vial before it could collide with his face. He removed his finger from the label that read "Irritation". He scoffed and murmured, "'Course. And I thought it was anger."
"I shall do anything I wish to, Man With Hat," hissed the silver-haired girl, with a snobbish look on her face. Jeagerjak gave her a frown and felt the vial crumble in the grasp of his fingers.
"Just drink another potion, bitch," he muttered bitterly, swiping the glass off his hands. The silver-haired girl stuck her tongue out at him and reared her head back to swallow another vial of tea. She furiously shook her head and grimaced for a moment, as if swallowing cheap vodka. After setting the glass amongst all the others, she swung her head toward Jeagerjak, with a drunken smirk on her face. She then shifted her legs so that she was in a crouched position. Furrowing his brows, he took a step back and said, "Stay away from me, creeper." Before he could move out of the way, the silver-haired girl went into a full-fledged spring onto him. "Shit!" he exclaimed before toppling to the ground with the silver-haired girl on him. He expected her to try and strip off his clothes, but she just had her arms wrapped around him and rubbed her face against his chest. He huffed and glared up at the ceiling as the silver-haired girl cooed over him.
Jeagerjak turned his head over to the staircase when he heard the jingle of chains and footsteps. He pushed the girl off of him and stood up, composing himself again. He repeatedly stepped away from the girl, but she crawled after him each time. The silver-haired girl grasped onto his jeans and hooked her arms around his legs, burying her face in his crotch. Grunting in surprise and embarrassment, he grasped her hair and threw her onto the ground. "Dammit," he muttered, placing his foot on her back to prevent her from pouncing onto him once again. He looked up at Hatter once again and smiled at his newer, sexier suit on him. "Voh-doh-dee-oh-doh and twenty-three skidoo," he cooed smugly. The silver-haired girl looked up at Hatter and writhed out from under Jeagerjak's shoe. She wrapped her arms around Hatter, squeezing him as he poured the tea. Jeagerjak scoffed and said, "I think she drank some sort of lovey-dovey tea or something."

Hatter very slowly raised one eyebrow in a confused arch as he watched Tipsy fondle with Jeagerjak. "Ah... okay...." He muttered, looking over some of the teapots. When Tipsy hugged him, he grunted and then growled. "Get off!" He barked, but then hearing what Jeagerjak said, he sighed and set the tray down and sauntered over to a cupboard and retrieved a vial (labeled 'Original Character') of light blue liquid and forced it down Tipsy's throat.
"There. That outta do it." He grumbled, then went back to work on getting the appliances.

After about thirty minutes of settling with the goodies and setting the table outside, Hatter was focused downstairs in his alchemy lab making tea.
The factory was hot, and held many colors. The fire itself was just like the fireplace upstairs, changing strangely to Hatter's every emotion.
Speaking of Hatter, the man was pumping a tube that led to other contraptions that led to flasks filled with liquids that were boiling, freezing, and doing other things Oysters would find impossible.
Wiping his brow of sweat, Hatter walked over to his main station and pulled a lever down. The factory slowed to a stop, halting in mid-work. Some things were even frozen in mid-air as well.
Alchemy transmutation circles could be found all around on the walls, ceiling and floor. Hatter took out his pocket watch and examined it. He muttered under his breath, "Almost time for tea..."

Meanwhile outside at the table... the Lampposts were lighting up around the table since the sky only held an eerie red glow.
Cheshire Cat, Doormouse (sleeping in the teapot of course), Majestic, some of the good Flowers of the Garden, several Bread-and-Butterflies, Rocking-Horseflys, the Mock Turtle and the Griffon, the Carpenter (for the Walrus has been captured by the Black Queen), and... the White Rabbit (taking place for the Queen).
The White Rabbit... a very suave man. Very... dark and persuasive, a person who could easily manipulate. However, he was Hatter's friend. Funny to say, yes, they were friends, however, they hardly talked to eachother. Hatter just accepted him as a friend probably because he had helped Alice find Wonderland, but the White Rabbit's intentions were a mystery.
They all called him Emit Retsaw. Or WR, or ER for short, choose wisely. But only Hatter can call him by his old nickname; Whitey. And he called Hatter; Blacky. Inside jokes.
Emit sat with his legs crossed, one bouncing up and down out of habit, and he smoked a pipe with one hand, and toyed with his pocket-watch with the other.
Click, click. Click, click. Click, click.

OOC: Ahem... The White Rabbit:
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The Mock Turtle and the Griffon: i160.photobucket.com/albums/t...urtlesmall.jpg
The Carpenter: i207.photobucket.com/albums/b...Knast_Neko.jpg