Maxwell: Despite my account name, I’m still Maxwell! But anywho…new fic! Um…yeah. I’ll just…yeah.

Spiffy Info:

Warnings: Suicide, mentions of rape

Music: The Dresden Dolls© and the song for the occasion…Gravity© -- Yay…

Saying: “Dreams are for fairytales, welcome to reality.” Hatter or Chess said it. We’ll find out later.

About the story: After another suicide attempt, Victoria (A.K.A: Alice) is transported to Wonderland. Upon this, she meets some odd characters…very odd. Two young men know as Hatter and Chess (A.K.A: Mad Hatter and Chess) tag along with her…why? What’s going on?

Just for the record: This is FICTIONAL. If it really happened, do you think, I, would have access to such information? Hell no. No one would even think of giving me a glance. So no, this isn’t real. If you are offended by what is to happen…please go. I hate being told not to write what I don’t know… And the characters/settings/plot/etc. are mine. Amazing isn’t it?

Malice in Wonderland

-Prologue-

Welcome Back to Hell

“Victoria? Victoria, how are you feeling?”

“Uh…” I toss my head to the side, groaning painfully. “Stop…”

“Victoria, how many fingers am I holding up?” A blurred hand appears in front of my face.

“Huh? I don’t know…three?” I can’t tell through my foggy vision.

“Oh come on dumbass, you can count!”

“Goddamn it Hatter! Screw off you asshole!” I slap the hand away.

“Victoria!” I hear my mother shriek. “Watch your language!”

“M-mom?” I open my eyes, blinking a few times. “Mom, is that you?”

“Yes, who else would it be?! Oh my God, do you know how worried we were!?” She went on and on, but I blanked her out of my mind.

Achingly, I tried to sit up, but the doctor kept insisting I lay back down and rest. Now able to see again, I looked around. Where was I? Where was Hatter, Chess, that creepy drug dealer? Where was the Queen? Those scary little cards or whatever those things were? Where was I? I grabbed my head, the dull throbbing panging.

“Where am I?” I ask, trying not to talk loud, it hurt too much.

“West Street Hospital.” The doctor smiled, checking over my charts. “You’re looking much better…much.” He rested a hand on my shoulder, you just lay here while I talk to your mom, okay?”

I just nodded, lying back on the bed. I looked over to see him take my mother aside, probably to suggest a therapist or something. I felt sore, nauseated from having my stomach pumped. Ugh, did that feel bad. But that was it…I could feel it. Not like when I was there…I don’t think I felt anything.

‘Of course I wouldn’t though…it was just a dream.’ I told myself, closing my eyes. “And thank God for that…” I placed my hand on my chest. I wrapped my fingers around something that lay there and jumped. “What the-?!”

Looking down, I see I’m holding an old brass watch, much like something my Grandfather once had. I studied the object when it hit me. “No way…” I heard the door opening and shoved the pocket watch down my nightgown. “What?” I asked.

“Get dressed,” the doctor smiled. “You’re free to go.”

“That’s it?” I asked.

“That’s it.” He left me in the room, shutting the door behind him.

--

“Victoria, where are you going!?” Mother yelled. “Get down here, we’re not done talking.”

“I’m not feeling well,” I replied. “I’m going to take a nap.”

“Fine, but once you’re up we’re going to-” I slam my door shut and silence her psychobabble. Once inside the safety of my sanctuary, I plopped onto my bed. I pulled the pocket watch out of my shirt, re-examining it cautiously.

‘What happens if I open it? It’s not going to take me back or something weird is it?’ I was truly unsure. I didn’t want to know but then again…something made me want to open it. “Only one way to find out…” I mumbled under my breath, trying to get the damn thing open. “Come on…” Still no success. Frustrated, I threw it. It bounced off the wall and hit the ground with a thud. “Stupid piece of-”

Soft music emanated from it. I looked up to see the twisted face of the clock again. “No way…” I couldn’t help but stare at it. I slowly peeled myself from my bed, crawling towards it. “I thought that was all a dream…” Closing the watch, I look towards the floor, my mind began to spin. “So it all really happened? Hatter and Chess? And that…world!?

I sit on the floor, staring blankly. I suddenly feel like laughing. Some may say I’m hysterical, but I know I’m not…I’m not! I’m not crazy! I saw all those things, all those deaths! I’m not insane, so why don’t you believe me!? I thought it was a dream, I really did! But he said it! He told me, he told me the truth! Now how did that line go again…something about…dreams…? Oh yeah…

-Dreams are for fairytales, welcome to reality-

Maxwell: --’ Okay, so not exactly how I expected the prologue to go but…this is the only part that will be seen through Victoria’s eyes so...be thankful for that! It’s hard for me to write for a psycho…not like my usual works, but I still hoped it was liked! Thanks for reading…chap. One is soon to come!

Oh, and I apologize for such a crappy summary! I'm in the works of making a new one but for now...just go with it!