L.J's Alice
I stopped laughing when I saw her hanging upside down on the arm of the couch, smiling at me."Hey babe," She drawled. "Long time no see, yea?" I grinned.
"Too long. How's my little madhouse escapeé doing?" I strode forwards and placed my hands on her shoulders, the frowned when I could feel her bones. I scowled.
"Why are you so thin and why the hell are there chains around your wrists?" She furrowed her brow.
"They didn't feed me much at the asylum and I was traveling in the woods for two months, living off of what I could. Plus they saw a news report on me, I ran and led them on a wild chase for two hours before they caught me. Then they put these chains on me so I wouldn't run off." She righted herself so that she was right side up. I sighed and broke the chains with my hands, then scooped her up for a hug.
"Don't you ever get yourself sent to another asylum ever again. D'ya hear me, sugarpop?" She laughed.
"I hear ya ticket master."
"Five years is too long Alice." I murmured.
"I know. Especially when one of us is perfectly sane and living in a madhouse, while the other is psychotic and walks freely." I chuckled at her words. She then broke free of my arms and walked over to Jeff, who, surprisingly, was pinned to the wall by knives in his hoodie. I laugh as Alice walks up to him and knees him in the balls, saying, "That's for taking my mask, asshole." She snatches a black mask with grey lace from his pocket and slips it on. It covers half of her face.
That's when I notice her clothing and I can't help but drool. Thank gods my mouth is closed. She's wearing a black corset that matches her mask, soft black jeans, knee high converse and a leather jacket. Oh, she's grown into such a beautiful woman. I remember back to when she was thirteen, on the last night that I saw her. She was broken and sad, but that had seemed to lessen ever since I came to her. I came back the next night to find her gone. I didn't know what had happened to her, until I went back home and saw the news on the t.v.
Flåşhbäćk
I woke up and went downstairs, plopping down next to Ben, who was watching the morning news. I wasn't paying attention, until one thing caught my eye.
"Today, around five p.m, Alice Hatter attacked her father when she saw him eating a bag of candy. According to her next door nieghbor, Mr. Ivan Markovik, he wasn't surprised. And switching to Tom, with Mr. Markovik at the scene." The camera switched to two men stabbing outside of Alice's house. One was tall and pale skinned with black hair and tribal looking tattoos, while the other had a mic and was very obviously a reporter.
"So why aren't you surprised that miss Alice attacked her father over a bag of candy?" The reporter asked.
"Well," said Markovik in a Russian accent. "She was skin and bones. Hell, just a few weeks ago when it was storming like a mother, I was watching out my window to make sure she got home safely A few minutes later I saw her and her thin hoodie was plastered to her. I could count her ribs if I wanted to.That candy," He growled. "Is probably the only thing what kept her from dying. Poor angel." He shook his head sadly. Tom was about to ask another question when two men in white walked out of the door, one of them carrying Alice. The camera zoomed in on what she was holding to her chest. It was a clown doll with a black and white cone nose and monochrome colors.
"L.J, L.J," Her voice was rough and raspy. "Where is L.J? He promised to take me home tonight." She tried to get out of the nurse's arms and succeeded, running over to Markovik. She clung to him.
"Ivan! Ivan tell L.J I'll find him!" She cried. Ivan crouched down and held her close.
"What does he look like Angel Moy?" She showed him the doll.
"This. L.J looks exactly like this." She said.
"Tell him please!" Ivan Markovik nodded, hugging her again. She gave him a kiss on the cheek, then willingly went back to the nurse and he cradled her once more. Before she was placed into the van however, she shouted, "He raped me! He raped me every chance he got! He hit me too!" Then she yelled directly at him.
"You're a sick bastard you r!pist! I hope you rot in hell!" They then placed her in the van and the female nurses kept hugging her and calming her down as they drove away.
Èňd Øf Flåşhbàćk
That trash that had sired the beautiful treasure who was now hugging me again, was sent to prison almost immediately, for five years. He would be getting out in a few months. And if Alice wants to kill him, I'll help her.
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