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Disclaimer: Again I don't own Alice: Madness Returns! I don't own Labyrinth or the Matrix, you'll see why later.

A/N: Here's the last of the trilogy. It's told in Cheshire's view. I don't think he's happy with me right now. Sorry for the wait, reality was brutal. This is the most awful chapter I've written and the longest. There's date rape, figging, and character death. I'm not too pleased on how I wrote Cheshire, he doesn't get a lot of screen time for me to get a feel of him. Oh well, I'll do better next time. Don't forget reviews are love!

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He glares at the cracked opened window. Steam pours out and the noises that follow. He sees a man rutting a young dark haired woman in a bathtub. The sight sickens him. He thought baths were for CLEANING not to see them mating like animals in heat. Ironic, since he is a cat. Not to say that humans cannot reproduce, they seem more prudish about the matters of sex. At least the bubbles hide the more explicit details still, to hear the pants and moans of, 'Harder!' 'Alice!' 'More!' 'Mine!' is plain sickening. Could they be any louder during their mating session? The man looks up from his coupling, sees him and gives a triumphant grin before kissing the woman's neck. Oh, how he hated that man.

'Oh, Alice, what have you done?'

He failed her; the savior of Wonderland is lost. He lost her to the depraved newly crowned Black King. He never knew that the Dollmaker had followed her here. The monster dragging Alice back to his hell, and he did nothing to stop it. He should have clawed the Dollmaker's eyes out when he had the chance. Where did he go wrong? Ever since the Red Queen was defeated, Wonderland was at peace until Alice started working for him.

1 Year ago.

He's in the real world, looking behind a window. He sees Alice getting ready to sleep, to escape her hellish concoction. He has to warn her of the coming threat, danger looms over Wonderland. Darkness and ruin started to appear like an oozing sore, destroying everything in sight. Even Queensland was affected; the once red heart-shaped palace was slowly being replaced by an imposing black castle. No one knew the evil force that replaced the Red Queen, whispers of a Pygmalion was searching for his Galatea. The Dollmaker, the Wonderlanders call him. He never saw him face to face; all he knows is that the Dollmaker is infinitely crueler than the Red Queen. Rumors of the insane children disappearing, a train is heading to Wonderland, destroying everything in its path, this usurper trying to replace the Red Queen as the sole ruler of Wonderland.

Time is of the essence, he must get Alice to Wonderland soon before it is too late. She's asleep, good then the travel will be quick. As he was getting ready to send Alice to Wonderland, the door opened. Then he sees him.

To normal humans, the man was tall, slim, wearing wire-rimmed glasses. With his distinctive clothing of an upperclassman, he seems like a respectable Victorian gentleman that most women would want as a husband. To him, he sees a monster. Black ooze dripping out of his sockets and mouth, doll parts stitched onto his clothing, sharp black claws waiting to tear an unsuspecting maiden. 'So this is the Dollmaker. Wait…what is he doing? What is he doing?'

The Dollmaker walks over to a sleeping Alice, a cruel smile forms on his face. He strokes her hair and whispers, 'Mine.' He keeps whispering things into her ear, while stroking her body. He's poisoning her mind with honeyed words, tainting her body with his touch.

Furious, hackles raised, he tries to get Alice to wake up. How dare he touch the savior of Wonderland? The Dollmaker looked up, and frowns. Ruins started appearing around Cheshire, hideous black ooze with blank doll faces leering at him. 'She's mine; I won't let a filthy beast like you take her away from me. My beautiful queen, my Galatea. She belongs to me!' the Dollmaker viciously snarled while holding Alice close.

He's outnumbered, he can't win this fight. 'She will destroy you! She will save us from your evil, and then your reign will come to an end.' With that, he flees from the ruins heading toward the parts of Wonderland untouched by his evil.

He waits for a chance to get Alice alone. So far his attempts have been thwarted by him. The monster follows Alice everywhere, from the trips to the market to sneaking in her room at the dead of night.

'Bastard, can't he find a whore and be done with it?' He knew better though, he never sees the man with any women or children for the matter. The man (if you can call him that) is so fixated on Alice that he's worried Alice will suffer the same fate as her sister should she refuse his advances. Poor naïve Alice, all too trusting of the man not knowing the danger of a wolf lurking in the shadows for his little red riding hood. So far the disgusting monster hasn't made much progress destroying her will. Good girl Alice, at least you have some sense of preservation.

And so he waited, and waited for his chance.

2 months ago London

'Now before our next session, go collect those pills from our high street chemist.'

'Very well doctor.'

The doctor was too busy with the boy to follow Alice. Now this was his chance! As expected, Alice was wandering off following a white cat. Oddly enough she seems to have a habit of following albino animals. 'Some things never change do they Alice? As they say, curiosity did kill the cat so to speak. Though your curiosity might be your salvation this time.' He had to make her face the ghost of the Jabberwock, to make her remember in order for her to go back to Wonderland. The sun is almost setting, time is running out. He's almost there, the champion will return at last-

'I thought I told you to collect those pills instead of wandering off Alice.'

WHAT? What is he doing here?

There he was, wearing a coat and top hat with a displeased expression on his face. Alice looked just as shocked as he was. How did he not notice him following them?

Without a word, Doctor Bumby grabbed Alice's arm and dragged her off to the chemist. Snarling, he follows them only to be blocked by imbeciles who care nothing but their own vapid useless existence with their silly politics and vanity. He'll have to wait for Alice to be 'punished', usually the mad doctor would make her wash the windows or sweep the yard at dusk. He desperately wishes for that to be true, he doesn't want to know what happens if Bumby decided to get creative.

He finds them later in his office. Good, the fiend hasn't seen him watching from the building across from them. The doctor seems to be reprimanding Alice, nothing bad so far. Wait, what he's holding?

Bumby is handing Alice a blue pill and a glass of water leading her down to sit on the chaise lounge. No, he didn't. She wouldn't-she couldn't. 'Don't swallow the pill Alice! Wonderland needs you!' Alice hesitates, but Bumby seems to say something to threaten her. She meekly swallows the pill. 'STUPID GIRL! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!'

The doctor is holding a key and moves it back and forth in front of Alice. He prays that Alice will still fight his hypnosis. Minutes passed and time …seems…to…stop…

'MY MIND IS IN RUINS!'

Alice screams and cries. She curls up in a ball and sobs hysterically. Doctor Bumby is holding her in an embrace. He sees that-that thing grinning madly. That monster rubbing her back and wiping off the tears he created as if he's comforting the poor girl from a nightmare. An hour passed, the crying seems to stop. She seems to have calmed down; noticing the relaxed state Alice was in the doctor finally made his move.

Doctor Bumby grabbed her head to face him and kissed her roughly. She resists at first only to surrender and return his affections. Clothes were being torn off, objects scattered throughout the floor in their frantic kissing frenzy. Both of them naked as the day they were born were on top of the desk. He can't watch this, he turns away. He hears the loud pants and moans, he failed her. He escapes to Wonderland to see the damage she has created in her wake.

3 Months later Wonderland

Everything is in ruins, the Hatter is drowning in tea in grief, caterpillar transformed and flew off to who knows where, and the Red Queen fled somewhere far away to where the ruins can't reach her. The place where the Jabberwock was slain remains untouched. The Vorpal Blade still embedded in its remains, a sad reminder of who was destined to wield it. He can hear the ghost of the Jabberwock sneering at him. 'Where is your precious champion now? Off whoring herself to the man who killed her family. The Red Queen's reign is no more, now the Black King rules in her wake. He keeps her caged in his bed for his amusement. Pity I couldn't see that foolish child's failure. To think of that unnatural child would accept his offer of being his queen makes me sick.'

Of course! Wonderland laws still apply; there is always a king and queen ruling Wonderland. If Alice hasn't been made queen, then she is still fighting. There's a chance now, he has to go to the Black Castle to see Alice. He hopes the Dollmaker won't notice him. The Jabberwock although the epitome of hatred never lies likes humans do.

Currently in London

He tries to get her alone in the alley. Too bad the bruiser had the unhealthy habit of following her every footstep. For the love of-the vile creature never seems to stop in his mad pursuit of sex. Pushing Alice against a wall in broad daylight! Has this monster no decency? Alice is no better, hooking her legs around his waist and holding on for dear life. He swears that man reminds him of another strange creature, a pink rabbit that seems to keep on going…

1 month later London

He finds her trying to kill the doctor with a letter opener. Unfortunately she failed in her task. Damn it all.

Meanwhile in Wonderland

The castle is filled with ruins and broken doll parts. Echoes of the insane children crying out for freedom makes his entire hairs stand on edge. It takes several hours for him to locate Alice; the castle is like a labyrinth with its twists and turns. Each dead end contains a shell of an insane child holding a broken doll that looks eerily like Alice. And he thought the Red Queen was the face of ultimate evil, he was wrong.

He finds Alice chained to an ebony throne. She's naked, covered in black slime cowering before a figure he knows all too well. They're surrounded by ruins with their blank doll faces. He's too late. He hides in the shadows to hear their conversation.

'Now, now Alice. Is that any reason for you to talk to your king? I ask for so little. Just let me rule you and you can have everything that you want.'

The Dollmaker strokes Alice's face lovingly with one hand, the other holding a familiar blade…

'You raped my sister, killed my family, sold children as prostitutes and destroyed Wonderland! You monstrous creature, such evil will be punished. You used me, and raped me but you will not destroy me!' She struggles to put on a brave face but falters at the sight of the Vorpal Blade in his hand.

'Punished? By whom, with what? Psychotic silly bitch, you've lost. You tried to kill me many times and failed. I could kill you for this you know. But I won't, I love you too much to let you go. Just fear me, love me, do as I say and I will be your slave.' The blade is touching her face traveling down to her thighs.

'Let me go…please…' She pleads, trying to get away from him fearing death for the first time.

The Dollmaker sighed, and procured something large from his many pockets. It smells sharp and spicy. He carves it forming an odd shape. No…he wouldn't.

'I've been patient with you Alice. Yet you refuse to listen. You'll have to be punished, darling. It's for your own good. Get on your knees with your hands on the floor.' He ordered, making sure the chains around her are tight enough to remind her who was in charge.

She refuses, still trying to retain some dignity.

'Either that or I will carve up your face!' The Dollmaker hissed.

Slowly she gets on all fours, bitterly trying to contain her tears. The Dollmaker pours oil on the ginger root and inserts it harshly in Alice's rectum. She screams in agony, back arched trying to rid of the burning sensation.

He can't move, if he makes a sound the ruins will be upon him. It will be the end of both of them. He sees the Dollmaker looking at his direction. The bastard knew he was there! Damn him! Damn him to hell!

The Dollmaker grins madly, rubbing Alice's thighs. 'You brought this to yourself you know. I spared you many lashings, but now I'm going to correct that error. You're going to count out each time I strike you. I'll give you thirty strikes and then I expect an answer from you. Will you be my queen? Fail to count or answer and I will start all over again. Do we understand darling?' Giving her a light smack on her bottom.

Alice cries from the pain and struggles to answer with a weak 'yes.'

'Good girl, now…count!'

Whack!

A scream followed by a sobbing 'one.'

Whack!

More sobbing with a weak, 't-two.'

More screams and cries. Each whack was harsher than the last; every whack follows with a bigger scream. Those screams will haunt him forever. By the end of thirty Alice has collapsed on the floor. She's curled up whimpering from the pain. 'No more…please…' she sobs, finally broken. The Dollmaker bends over and asked, 'Now Alice, will you be my queen?'

His heart breaks when he hears her reply.

'…Yes, anything…p-please no more…'

'As you wish; my darling wife.'

The Dollmaker removed the ginger root and kissed her roughly. She makes no effort to resist. Pushing himself in her, he consummated with his prize. Wet sounds echoing throughout the room. The bastard had to give a show. The lands shifted and changed. He has to leave now.

4 months later London

Something's changed, he could feel it. He hasn't been in the market since Alice surrendered. Alice looks healthier now, well better from her disheveled self when she first started working at the orphanage. She's dressed in finer clothing, but she's paler, her eyes having a blank glazed look. The biggest surprise was a gold band on her finger…

That…utter…BASTARD! He'll claw that doctor's eyes out the next time he sees him. Speak of the devil, the doctor turns up, gives Alice a chaste kiss and holds her hand.

Seeing red, he no longer cares for his safety. Fangs bared and claws stretched, he manages to tear the man's coat. He got a few bites and scratches in until he feels a sharp pain on his side. Bastard kicked him! Hissing he retreats for now only to look back to see Alice 'cooing' over the horrid man. He feels like retching up his breakfast.

2 months later Wonderland

He keeps running. Ruins are everywhere. The old Alice is gone; there is only the Black Queen. And she is just as cruel as her king. Twisted and warped by that lunatic's torture, she no longer recognizes him or anyone for that matter.

3 months later London

Alice is pregnant. Surprisingly the doctor seems pleased with the news. Probably happy knowing he's getting new merchandise, disgusting wanker. He hopes for a miscarriage, that thing shouldn't be allowed in this world. It would be more terrible than the Jabberwock and the Red Queen combined. Strange that he would miss them.

6 months later London

She gives birth to a healthy boy and girl. The doctor is seen smiling and cooing over his new children. He's going to have nightmares for life.

2 weeks later London

Oh dear, the insane man is jealous of his own children. This will not end well. He'll have to watch over Alice's children from him. After the pregnancy, Alice seemed to regain her sense of self. At least she cared more for her children than her husband. Too bad she hasn't notice the oozing jealousy every time she breastfeeds the children. How did she ever gotten into those dangerous situations?

Meanwhile in Wonderland

All is not well for the Black King; Alice no longer gives him the time of day. She's far too busy enjoying motherhood. Strange to think having progeny would give her a reason to fight or to return to her normal self. He'd rather have her not boxed into a sham marriage and have his offspring but beggars can't be choosers. He'd never tell anyone this but the children do look…adorable…for humans anyways.

3 months later London

Every night he keeps a silent vigil over Alice's children. They might be the only hope for Wonderland, but it would take years for them to grow up. He knows the madman wouldn't sell his children to the perverts, least not when Alice is watching their every waking moment. It alarms him to see that every night the doctor would stand over his children's crib holding a pillow. Of course he makes a loud ruckus waking the children up, foiling his plans. It's a thankless and tiresome job indeed. The things he does for her…

3 months later London

The scene before him is so eerily domestic; he could have sworn he entered the wrong building. The family at the breakfast table, the doctor reading the paper while Alice is feeding the children with some sort of mushy concoction. The doctor gets up, gives Alice and the children a kiss before leaving the orphanage. Strange, a few months ago he couldn't stand his own offspring. Something is rotten; he's going to get to the bottom of this. He'll protect Alice's children with his life. It's the least he can for failing her for so long.

Doctor Bumby was out near the seedier outskirts of London. Mindless children with numbers hanging around their necks infested the marketplace. Curious, why would the man come here? Following the doctor into another orphanage, he fails to see the hidden danger-

PAIN!

Rocks, many rocks, hurled by horrid children. He tries to get away but can't, the pain is too much. He feels many feet stomping on him. The pain is just too much, everything is getting dark. He sees the doctor and the Black King combined approach.

Doctor Bumby waited until he feels that blasted cat can't get up. Shooing the children away, he approached that filthy creature that deems itself the guardian of his children.

'Did you really think I'd let you take my Alice away from me? She's mine.'

Meanwhile in Wonderland

He's dying; he can feel the life leaving him. The Black King is standing before him, here to gloat.

'You will not be near my wife or children any longer filth.'

'Alice will never forgive you for killing her children!' He struggles to breathe.

The Black King is amused, 'I no longer bear any ill intent for my children. They are hers and mine, I gave her children and she's all the happier for it! She loves me! She no longer cares for revenge, she's happy with me.'

The Black King produces a mirror showing Alice smiling with her two children in a playroom. He hears laughter,

'It's time for your nap darlings. Your father and I need our rest too. Stubborn like your father…I have your father to thank for giving me you two. My precious little ones. I no longer hate him now…the father of my children…my husband…my king…' She smiles at her children, giving them a kiss on the forehead.

'No…' It hurts; everything he did was for naught.

The Black King smiled wickedly, 'You see? You've lost, you failed!'

Failed…

And that's the end of it folks! Geez, this chapter is longer than the first two combined. Yes I added a few lines from the Labyrinth and the Matrix only because I thought it would fit well with the story. Remember the blue pill from the Matrix? If you take the blue the story ends, take the red you go further down the rabbit hole. The whole 'fear me, love me, do as I say' came from the Labyrinth with David Bowie. Somehow I think Bumby trying to kill his own kids out of jealousy would be more chilling just because of his mad fixation on Alice seems to fit more. There were a lot of ways I could have ended it, but I never intended for the story to have an actual happy ending. Kinda weird to have Bumby be all domesticated, probably why I had it XP. I read one anti-AlicexBumby post that raised a few eyebrows. It's FICTION. Lay off the internet, no real person would want to do what Bumby did in real life and no one deserves Alice's fate in real life. Amazing to see how many crazy people on the internet over shipping wars. And to think Alice was mad…

Comments? Reviews? Any inappropriate flames will be destroyed by the Jabberwock. He likes eating trolls.

Hello, everyone. This is a fanfiction I wanted to try, due to my appreciation of the American McGee games. I specifically want to focus on the 'Alice: Madness Returns' game, and I apologize if this isn't what you want to read.

A quick note: This story will have an OC as the main character. I also plan to include content that wasn't released in the official game in the story, mostly concerning Wonderland itself.

Second quick note: I have rated this story as 'M' because the actual games are Mature rated, containing violence and mature themes.

Now a DISCLAIMER: 'Alice: Madness Returns' is owned by Spicy Horse and Electronic Arts. The 'American McGee' series is owned by their creators, including unreleased content for said games. The author owns any OC's or custom elements introduced into this story.

Onward to the Chapter!

Thump. Thump. Thump.

My heart beats in a slow rhythm, the first thing I notice in and around me. I take a breath, and gag on a sour, smoky taste in the air. My legs crouch into my chest as I try to block out any more of this air from entering my nose and mouth.

I feel like vomiting on the cold ground beneath me from the taste. My stomach growls in either hunger pains, or a desire to empty its contents. It takes me a second to realize I'm lying on my side against a hard, broken surface.

I finally uncurl when I feel something knobby poke me in the back. I open my eyes to see a brick wall with several moldy spots in front of me, but not the source of the poking that now happens every few seconds. It takes me a few seconds of concentrated effort to roll over to my other side. The first thing I notice from this action is pain as bits of my skin peel off of the cold surface beneath me.

I then see the mottled and bruised face of a man with matted brown hair who, if he wasn't wearing a suit coat and pants blackened by grime, would probably look quite nice. He holds a large stick in one hand, which he pokes into my stomach without stopping. His blue eyes don't shine when I look at them; he doesn't seem to react to my eye contact, or when I slide back to the empty wall, out of his reach. He now taps the ground where I was with his stick as I notice a large bottle in his other hand. The peeling label on the bottle says 'ELEPHANT ELBOW'S RUM' in large black letters.

My stomach calms down as I take a look at my surroundings, my eyes moving faster than my brain. I'm lying against one of two long brick walls covered in mold, the stick-tapping man slumped against the other. To my left is a smaller wall that's hidden almost completely in shadow, the end of this sort of alleyway. Discarded bottles like the one in the man's hand litter the gray stones beneath me; cobblestones, my mind says, without my knowing why.

I stand up slowly, the wall slimy to my hands as I press against it. The man stops tapping as I stand fully upright, and I accidentally lock eyes with him. His own eyes widen, and a bit of color fills them as his mouth opens slightly. Is he going to say something to me?

No, actually. He just give a dopey grin as his eyes cross over. That sends a chill down my spine, and I turn away before does anything else. The only path I can take away from this drunk leads to an equally-dark crossroad of paths. Each step I take is more like a stumble as my mind, now awake and active, starts to ask questions.

Where am I? How did I get here? Why did I get here? Why is this place like this? What time is it? How long has it been since I last ate or drank something? Am I getting a headache? What was with that man's reaction when he finally seemed to notice me? Was it that rum he drank? Or, is it me? Is something wrong with me?

On that last question, I take a moment to look myself over. My skin seems pale in this darkened space, but I wear a white collared shirt stained on one side with grime, black pants, and black shoes with white socks. A few pokes around my stomach tell me I don't have much skin on my bones.

A hoarse meow reaches my ears as I step into the dark crossroads. I turn my head and see a white cat sitting on the path to my left, which leads to a sun-lit path and a few distant voices. The cat's yellow eyes look at mine, the pupils slightly dilated from the lack of light. I can see its ribs though its fur and skin, but its tail swishes back and forth energetically. Before I can blink, it gets up and walks down the path towards the light.

I look at the other two paths, leading between two-story and three-story houses, neither of them having any sort of light like the path in front of me. No other person is near me, save that drunken man from where I first woke up. It seems like I have a decision to make regarding where I go next. Do I step out into the light that I know nothing about, or remain in the darkness that I at least have some sort of familiarity with?

The cat draws my attention back to it with a loud hiss. It's just about to enter the sun-lit path, but it looks back at me. I feel a tug rise in my chest, like a string that connects to the cat, pulls me with the cat. I take one step forward, then another, and then several more in quick succession, my legs moving faster as the cat darts into the passing crowds of dark-clothed people.

I emerge into the light, and almost instantly press my back against a wall to my left as a man with a belly far too large for his britches wobbles past me. A rotund cigar bobs in his mouth, the smoke from that cigar shrouding his black bowler hat. I hold my breath to avoid coughing from the smoke; it burns my eyes like the alleyway's air.

There are more people than this fat smoker out here, which I notice a moment after he moves on. A few women in brightly-colored dresses, and uglier faces, stand in a group at one corner. Predatory grins are on their faces as they watch the men walking by. I don't hear anything they say, but they point to a few men's legs, and what's between them, as they talk. I don't think I should get involved with that.

Two burly, shirtless men talk among themselves in front of a butcher shop, close by to the evil-looking ladies. These men don't notice the attention they're getting from the females. Or, they could just be ignoring it, I don't know.

A distant tune comes from across another corner, but I can't see the source of the music from where I stand. The notes sound scrapy and messy, like the player needs more practice. Again, I don't think I should get involved.

The buildings, now revealed under what sunlight I can see through the smoke-filled sky, all look the same. They all have aged wood and stone, peeling paint, spiked roofs, and chimneys that spew more black smoke into the air. So, that was the smoke I was tasting in the alleyway; it hasn't reached the streets, yet, but the air tastes bad enough already. The few windows I see on the buildings are shrouded in darkness.

Nothing feels safe, here. I feel like a fish out of water, afraid to step into this strange place.

My feelings are shoved aside as someone pushes me against the wall with an angry, 'Leave off, you mongrel!'

This comes from a tall, black-suited man with a bowler hat, stubby chin, and wild brown eyes who seems to be smoking a cigar. We lock eyes for just a second, but that second is enough for him to step away from me with a frightened expression and a muttered, 'Bloody fuck!' He looks around, and then jumps as he notices something I don't see.

'Oy, 'e's seen us,' a deep voice shouts out. 'Stop, in the name of the law!'

Two very muscular men charge towards the two of us from within the crowd, one closer than the other. I look them over in just a few moments. They both wear navy blue uniforms made of tail coats, top hats, trousers, and black boots. Their footsteps sound like giant's stomps to my ears. I shouldn't be near them, should I?

The black-suited man next to me barrels through the crowd with wild abandon, away from the uniformed men, and me. I see his cigar falls to the street out of the corner of my eye. I don't get a breath in before the closer of the two men starts shouting from behind me.

'You little cur! You're under arrest for helping Jack Splatter escape!' This man has a rough voice and a deep frown, as he grabs my suit, whirls me around, and raises a fist towards my face. I look away and shut my eyes from what he'll do next.

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'Hold your tongue, Williard, you're scaring the wee kid!' I open my eyes as the second uniformed man, with a thicker black mustache, holds the younger 'Williard' back from going full out on me.

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'We'd almost snuck up on Splatter, Charlie,' Williard desperately comments without letting me go. 'But, this tyke had to alert him to our presence. Now, that waste of mother's love's gone back to whatever hole in the ground he calls home!'

'You think this urchin deserves harm because of our incognito plan? 'E just appeared, that's all; 'sides, Splatter will turn up again, like a damn termite. Now, what's your name, lad?' The question is directed at me by 'Charlie', who I now turn to face and answer.

At least, I try to answer; for some reason, I can't recall my actual name. Fear makes my throat freeze up and block any words I could say to solve this problem.

'E's afraid to talk,' Williard quickly notes to Charlie. 'E probably knows something about Splatter, at least. Splatter panicked only when 'e appeared!'

Charlie doesn't respond. My fear spreads to my eyes, which burn as my hands start to shake. Charlie's eyes widen in the same way the drunk man did, but he also frowns at something I can't see.

'You're right, Williard,' he states. 'There's something off about 'im, something that needs further looking at. Come on, lad, a rest in a gaol cell will open your mouth towards what you know.'

Charlie's hand rests on my shoulder; his touch makes something inside me break with tremendous force, force that I use to scream, 'Wait!' to the men, and struggle out of their grip. I don't know why I'm doing this, but the image of being trapped somewhere, against my will, frightens me to the core.

'Please,' I breathe out, my voice sounding high-pitched to my ears. 'I… something's wrong. My head… I can't remember things…' I clutch my head as it pounds in quick sequence, opposite to my heartbeat.

'Ay, don't lie to us, lad,' Williard snarls as he grabs my arm. 'You're coming with us!'

The constable's grip is like iron, now. Charlie grabs my other arm before I can break away a second time. The pounding becomes too strong for me to muster any force against their actions, and I slump to the ground in defeat as they drag me away.

The gaol is a three-story building in an area with a cleaner air, and more sunlight, than where I first woke up. The building has large white pillars supporting the floors, with rows of brick and large windows between the pillars. We enter the first floor, which has a large lobby with simple tiling, and pass a few people sitting in seats with dejected or upset expressions. However, we quickly move past them and up a flight of stairs to a cell with a wooden floor, peeling white wall, thick metal bars, and one of the windows I saw earlier providing sunlight. Williard unlocks and opens the door while Charlie holds me from running away—not that I want to at this point.

Charlie forces me inside, my body falling before the window as he slips out. Williard quickly closes and locks the door again, from what I can hear. I don't rise up from the floor, the pounding in my head transitioned by this point into an overall cold that makes me shiver, despite the fact I'm lying in direct sunlight. My eyes are clamped shut as I feel sweat run down my body, my shakes increasing as I crunch my legs to my chest again.

'Lad's pretty young, eh?' This comes from Williard, and I can barely hear his words through the roaring in my ears.

'Mmm,' Charlie agrees. 'A young one, fresh off the slums, I suspect. Makin' his way into the world, but sadly wasn't prepared for it.' A groan escapes my throat as a new spasm of shivers makes me slam my foot against the floor like the drunk man from the alleyway tapped his stick on the ground. I have no control over it, I'm too occupied by my pounding head and picking up whatever Charlie and Williard are saying.

'You think he's another insane case,' Williard asks. 'Should we send him to Rutledge?'

'The asylum? That damn place don't need another broken mind, though they would certainly take care of 'im. Take 'im off of London's streets, for sure. I mean, they cured that one girl last year who'd been in there for ten years, or so. Man, that's a story for the papers there, curing that Alice Liddell.'

At the words 'Alice Liddel', I freeze up. My eyes snap open and stare at a small hole in the nearby wall. Charlie continues to speak, but I don't hear anything from him as, to my growing horror, a large, yellow eye with a slit for a pupil emerges from the hole, glances around the room, and then settles on me. The eye blinks once as a deep, firm voice whispers sing-song words into my ears.

'Ah, Alice. What have you done?'

The eye melts into a pool of blood. I scramble back towards the bars, afraid to touch the red liquid. The guards shut up from whatever they were talking about as I roll over to face them. This time they both back up with surprised expressions when I look at them. Clearly, there's something about my face that people here don't like to see.

I clutch the bars with a hand, my strength returning rapidly as I hoist myself to a standing posture, the headache and cold replaced with a determination that fills me to my center. This determination has an identity, a name, a person it is connected to, a person I must find if I am to calm this chaos in my mind.

A single question comes to my lips, which I ask to the two confused guards in a focused tone. It's so different from the fear I had before, I'm not completely sure it's my voice. But, the question is certainly mine.

'Where is Alice Liddell?'

I sit on the cell floor, the name 'Alice Liddell' the only stable point in my head, the only thing that keeps me anchored to right now, and not drift off into some other realm in my imagination. The rest of my mind flies around in a storm of confusion and ideas, concepts forming and then breaking apart almost instantly afterwards. This storm isn't painful, really, just annoying to have, especially when there's nothing in this cell to draw my attention towards.

Williard and Charlie hadn't answered my question. Actually, they hadn't said anything before walking out of sight. They had also looked at each other in confusion. I had shouted the question to them again as they left my field of view, but they remained silent. I had stayed there for several long seconds as someone in another cell I couldn't see started laughing his head off. I didn't think my question was funny.

Now, I sit before the window as the sun lights up the sky a bright orange. Its heat warms my body and keeps me calm against this mental storm.

One thought that keeps coming up in the storm is that I can't remember my name, if I ever had one to begin with. Should I remember it, though; what if it's a name that gives me more problems? Those two officers, Williard and Charlie, wanted to capture that suited man who had ran into me, a man named 'Jack Splatter'; what if I had a name like his, a name hated by the law? Would I have given my name up for a reason, then?

Does my losing my name connect to that alleyway where I woke up? Did I experience some trauma that led to me being there, like a physical injury? Is that why my face makes people back away in fear? But, what if the injury is a mental one, instead? Is Alice Liddel connected in some way to my injury?

The storm breaks apart as I hear someone approach my cell. I turn from the sunlight to see Charlie say to me, 'You've got a visitor, lad. He says he can help you.'

I quickly stand up, powering through a wave of dizziness that comes from my rapid rising as Charlie nods to someone out of my view. Another man moves beside Charlie, but he isn't a member of the constables.

This man looks older than Charlie, but his figure is slimmer, his shoulders broader. His face is quite long and thin compared to the people I've seen here, his chin quite pointed and his cheekbones easily visible. A quick glance at his uncovered hands shows they are quite bony, as is his nose. His eyes are small and pale, but they seem to have a glimmer of power inside them I can't define, but I know is there. A full dark brown beard and mustache add to his similarly-colored hair.

He wears a brown coat and top hat, black trousers, a white shirt and gray waistcoat, and a red tie. Large round-rimmed glasses rest on his face and further accentuate his eyes. He looks at me, and actually isn't scared away by my focused gaze. This automatically sets me on edge, though I don't know why. I just catch Charlie step away from the cell, but probably not too far away.

'Good afternoon.' The unknown man says this to me, his voice smooth and elegant compared to the officer's deep tones. 'My name is Dr. Angus Bumby. I am the psychiatrist, and head manager, of the Houndsditch Home for Wayward Orphans. I was informed of your specific wants a few hours ago by the Constables who work here. However, I want to make sure that I am understanding the situation correctly. Could you please explain to me exactly what it is that you want?'

The doctor's ending question makes me flinch; I hadn't planned an explanation yet, the mental storm being too discordant for me to speak what I want to others. However, if he is willing to listen, then I can't ruin this one chance I have to leave this place. This cell doesn't seem to have any problems of its own, but it offers no help to figuring out where Alice Liddel is. I take a deep breath and close my eyes, doing my best to calm the mental storm and form the words I need to say.

'I don't remember anything about myself,' I slowly speak while trying to recall everything that's happened to me. 'That part is clear. I woke up in an alleyway, next to a drunken man, and followed a white cat onto a brightly-lit street. I then bumped into a man named Jack Splatter, who then noticed he was being followed by Williard and Charlie in an incognito plan to, I suspect, arrest him. Jack ran into the crowd, and the constables began to question me. I couldn't answer anything they said, so they brought me here and called me an insane case.

'One thing is certain, Doctor,' I say as I open my eyes to meet his own. 'I must find Alice Liddell. I don't know why, but I am certain that it will help me remember who I am. Can you help me do that, Doctor?'

Dr. Bumby doesn't speak for several moments; he strokes his chin with his hands as he looks me over. I feel the cold from before start to return the longer I remain paused like this, but I try my hardest to keep from shivering in front of this man. He seems to be judging me with his eyes, but I'm not sure whether he's trying to find flaws or benefits.

'You seem very determined to find this person,' he then says while crossing his arms over his chest. 'How can you be so sure she, if this is a girl you're talking about, is even in London?' I bristle at this question, but do my best to keep a straight face.

'I will find Alice Liddell, no matter where she is. I have to, if I want any chance of figuring my own past out.'

'What if she's in an asylum, like the nearby Rutledge, or even overseas? You may have to risk life and limb to find her, and she may not want to see you when you do. She might even be dead, you know.'

'I won't believe she's dead until I've seen her fucking corpse!' I scream this at Bumby, gripping the bars with anger-fueled strength. The picture of the one person I know to be true being dead is one my body, and mind, violently reject. Bumby blinks once at my sudden anger, and I release my grip after a few seconds, giving my hands a chance to recirculate their blood.

'Let's make a hypothesis,' Bumby then says while adjusting his glasses slightly. 'Suppose I know where Alice is, and I bring you to her. What would you do, then?'

My answer is instant, not needing any time to craft: 'I would ask her to tell me, honestly, who I was in the past, if she remembers it. I would not try to harm her, or upset her, unless she is upset by my former self.'

'And, what if she can't help you, after all?'

'Then, I'll start a new life, with a new job, and wherever I choose to go to live. If Alice doesn't want me around longer than need be, that's fine. However, I need to hear from her that she can't help me, no one else.'

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'Right then, time's up, Dr. Bumby,' Charlie suddenly says as he walks back into my view. 'It's getting late. While this conversation is interestin', and all, we have a schedule to keep.'

Bumby doesn't respond, but leaves with Charlie without giving me a second glance. Part of me feels like Bumby won't help me, that he'll take me to this 'Rutledge' place he and Charlie talked about. Either that, or he'll just let me rot away here in gaol. But, another part of me says I've broken through to him, explained my faults, and can trust him to help me out.

Neither side completely trumps the other, though, which makes me crouch down against the cell's far corner in a mixture of despair and impatience. My head bows as sleep consumes me.

A scream wakes me up, and doesn't stop as I realize I'm not in the cell, anymore. The yellow eye from before dominates a black horizon, the pupil darting around wildly as it screams without end. The ground beneath me pulses yellow ever few seconds, which prevents me from standing up as the scream starts to make my ears throb.

Gibbering words come through the scream's discordant noise. I try to crawl away from the eye and the rumbling ground, but I don't get far before the ground all around me begins to shake, even stronger than before. I start to panic as I now see some kind of black liquid covering my hands, more of it emerging with every shake of the ground. I try to brush it off, but that only spreads it onto the surrounding ground, and my clothes. I get covered in the muck very quickly, the smell of it extremely fowl to my nostrils.

'Alice!' The eye cries this out as I turn my head back to it and see it is being covered over by the same muck. 'Save us, Alice! Save us all!'

The ground beneath me breaks open before I can ask the eye how it knows Alice's name. I tumble through flashing yellow air into a pool of the same black muck. It sucks my body in, its smell and taste eye-wateringly foul. My screams turn into gargles as an inhuman face appears far above the muck.

The face laughs at my misfortune without a voice.

I gasp fresh air into my lungs, and feel liquid on my hands. I brush it off for fear that it's more of that black stuff, but it's actually a clear, sticky substance.

It suddenly clicks that I'm wiping my own drool, which makes me shudder in disgust at my own actions before I wipe them on any space I can, not that it helps me get any cleaner. Sunlight streams in from the window to show a new day. I'm not pleased to see it.

Footsteps resound down the corridor outside my cell, and I move to the bars to see Charlie and Dr. Bumby come up to me. They look a bit happier than yesterday.

'Alright, boy,' Charlie says as he unlocks my cell door. 'Dr. Bumby's bailing you out, not that you had much of a bail to begin with.' Charlie shoots me a lopsided grin at his remark, to which I try to smirk back, but don't get more than a raise of my lips. I slowly step out of the cell, and Bumby quickly takes my hand. His touch seems firm, but his grip feels like iron.

'Come,' he quickly says. 'You've been enrolled at Houndsditch. You're frankly too young to live your life in a gaol cell. I can help you find what you're looking for, but only if you let me help you recover your memories, in turn. Do we have an agreement?'

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'I trust you, Doctor.' I shake his hand as I say this, my heart pounding in joy that I'm finally on the right step to finding out who I once was. We walk down the stairway together, but Bumby releases his grip on my hand when we reach the ground-floor lobby.

'Remember,' he then says as we through the now-empty room. 'I'm here to help you. Recovering memories is a tricky buisness. I just want to make sure you understand that.'

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I nod in response as we enter into the outside streets. Even though they don't look clearer, I feel better about my situation, in general, as we head towards Houndsditch.

Alright, that's all I'll put for now. I hope you have liked what you've read so far. I will do my best to set up a schedule for posting new chapters, but that will depend on the chapter's length and how distracted I am with other important things (like work, and all that).

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