The Guilty Never Leave [4/?]
Title: The Guilty Never Leave [4/?]
Author/Artist: me.
Characters: England-Centric, America, Prussia, and a cameo by another character though they don't have lines.
Rating:PG-13
Warnings: Fail!Writing, Slightly-insane!Enland
Summary: Beyond a shattered looking glass, fairytale becomes nightmare, imagination becomes madness, toys become weapons, friend becomes foe, and time is running out... Based off of American McGee's ALICE.
Chapter 1/ Chapter 2/Chapter 3
Chapter 4-School Daze
Arthur made his way around the outside of the fortress wall. He looked inside of the fortress and towards the building. He stopped to blink and rub his eyes. The building was moving. Literally rocking back and forth slowly.
“Please don’t tell me I have to go in that place.” Arthur mumbled.
“Entering School requires a leap of faith.” Alfred said.
“Why is it you always appear at the most inconvenient of times, to give me your rubbish called advice, and little hints of what I must do.”
“Dunno, it just makes me feel good to see you get all frustrated.”
“I could strangle you right now. I honestly could.” Alfred laughed as he vanished. Arthur watched the building rock back and forth for a few minutes. He felt nauseous. He shook his head quickly, “alright now...one...two...”He leaped towards the building, and barely caught the edge. He crawled inside the window and stood up. Even though the outside of the building was rocking back and forth the inside was not.
Arthur quickly noted that it was quiet inside the school, he also noted the one child walking around in a square with his arms out in front of him as if in a trance.
“Pardon me, boy but...” The boy didn’t even turn to him in response he just kept walking, eventually the boy walked too far and walked straight into a wall, his arms still out as if trying to push the wall out of his way. Arthur decided it was best not to talk to the child anymore.
He entered the large doors that were next to the child trying to push the wall. He carefully looked around before making his way any farther in the building. He tried to see if he could find any doors. He found several. The first door he tried opened up to what looked to be an auditorium.
The theater was dark, and the lights on stage were lit, proudly displaying children standing in two rows, they weren’t saying anything, nor were they performing. More like all they were doing was shaking, twitching, laughing, crying. Sometimes they would switch one moment they’d be wailing and crying the next their tear filled eyes would be laughing hysterically.
Arthur went towards the stage, where he found Gilbert, with a glass of beer. When did he...? How did he...? He figured it was better not to ask.
“There’s a bit more to do than you suggested, don’t you think?” Arthur asked placing his hands on his hips and looking at Gilbert. Gilbert took another swig of his beer.
“No need for sarcasm.” Gilbert said, sarcastically, “I admit, my memory ain’t what it used to be. But I’m here now, I’ll try to amend its deficiencies. The library contains a recipe for the potion. Consult the Book of Bizarre Things...” Arthur and Gilbert both looked back at the entrance where they heard a loud bang two Card Guards came running in. “Shit! Run!” Gilbert took off. Arthur was more than happy to take off running, but stopped when he thought about the children.
They may be insane but they were still children. He felt terrible for leaving them behind. Arthur turned around and fought the Card Guards. He didn’t want to kill them, especially in front of children. But they guards left him no choice.
The guard’s bodies laid on the ground in a puddle of their blood. Arthur looked up to see how the children were doing. They were still there, laughing one moment then crying the next. Completely unphased . Arthur was beyond horrified. Were these children so used to bloodshed and death that they were completely numb to what he had just done?
Although he had to admit, it had been easier to kill the guards this time.
“What did I say about being the Hero...” Arthur turned around to see Alfred standing right behind a little girl with a ribbon in her hair laughing manically.
“I have no time for your nonsense.” Alfred laughed.
“Look...I’m just saying, don’t- HEY!” Arthur had already taken off towards the entrance to the theater to find the library.
Arthur looked around to see where there was another set of doors. He ran up the stairs and noticed something out of the corner of his eye. He carefully and quietly approached the object. It was a croquet mallet in the shape of a bird.
“Since you were so kind of you to leave me before hand...and I guess now you want an explanation for this?” Alfred’s tail flicked itself back and forth angrily, Arthur scowled, “Here’s a riddle, when is a croquet mallet like a Billy Club?” Alfred began grinning again. Arthur had no idea what the answer was, “I’ll tell you...Whenever you want it to be.”
“So basically, what you’re telling me is, is that I now have a new weapon to fight with...and it’s a Croquet Mallet...”
“Precisely...Not that you probably deserve it after what you did back there to me.” Alfred vanshed. Arthur searched the main lobby area for the doors to the library.
Once in the library, Arthur was amazed at how many books there were. The books came in all different sizes and styles. Arthur would just love one moment to sit and read them. He thought about it, a small break shouldn’t hurt that much. Besides, he’d only read the titles. Arthur wandered through the library looking at the vast amount of books that laid about. Some in perfect condition, some in the worst condition possible for a book, and some were in the condition of just the covers with the pages completely missing.
Arthur came across one book and stared at it for a moment before going to pick it up and looking at it. The moment he got near the book, the covers shook and the book opened up, flipped itself over soothe pages were face down, and took off like a bird flying towards the ceiling. Arthur stood there with his jaw dropped. Books were not supposed to do that. He watched as the book flew higher and higher.
“Now the question is...how do I get the book down?” After what seemed like hours, Arthur located a set of stairs and climbed them to the next level of the library. When he arrived at the top, Alfred was there to greet him.
“Steps to enlightenment brighten the way; but these steps are steep. Take them one at a time.”
“I don’t understand why you must visit me constantly, versus just following me, Cat.” Alfred gave a haughty laugh as he knocked over a book case, then left nothing but his grin behind. Arthur muttered curses under his breath.
Arthur noticed a similar book to the one that flew away from him, he approached it carefully before touching it. It, like the previous book took off into the sky, towards the ceiling.
He found the remaining books, with little effort, save for the card guards who he just knocked unconscious. He looked at the floating books. Then he looked at the ground below, he was easily four stories up in a school building which on the outside looked like it had no more than two stories. Arthur slowly made his way across, one wrong move and it’d cost him his life. And dying in his messed up Wonderland was not his ideal way to go.
He slipped once, but other than that he made it across, to find another book. But it was considerably larger than the others. Arthur examined the book before trying to open it. Who would need a giant diary-like book? Especially with no lock on it.
“There’s no lock, and it won’t open. Stupid thing, its stuck!”
“Treat it like a Chinese box or a stubborn lid, a tap in the right spot might do the trick.” Alfred replied, Arthur looked around to try and locate the voice. Nothing. Now he really was going crazy. But, Arthur simply did the first thing that came to his mind, he pushed the book off the edge and watched it fall. When the book hit the group it opened right up.
Alfred appeared right behind Arthur.
“You call that a tap?! Fortunate I didn’t say use force. You might of pulverized it.”
“Har har, very funny. Now how do I get down?” Arthur turned to face Alfred, but he was already gone, “Well...This is a bit problematic...” Arthur jumped for one of the books, which had moved closer to him. He latched on to the closest book and slowly drifted down towards the ground.
When he reached the ground, Arthur looked at the page the book was opened to.
“Mushrooms, Poppies, Sugar and Spice/ All those things are very nice/ When combined in the proper mixture/ makes a getting-small Elixir.” Arthur thought about t for a moment, “I really don’t like sweets...”
The moment Arthur finished reading what he needed for the elixir, the world started spinning and stretching. Arthur fell to his knees and clutched the carpeted ground, trying to get his mind together, along with his stomach. He felt the world fading from his finger tips, as his body began to numb. The last thing Arthur remembered seeing was the book wide open on the ground, the large pages beginning to remove themselves from the book, then black.
~!A/N!~
Yay for not having school this week due to snow! THANKS MID-ATLANTIC BLIZZARD! /sarcasm.
Yet another boring chapter...Once the "Getting-Small Elixir" is made, then things will sort of pick up... I hope. it depends on if I can write that day or if the words will fail me. But, since I now have the time I'm off to write more chapters~ yay
Author/Artist: me.
Characters: England-Centric, America, Prussia, and a cameo by another character though they don't have lines.
Rating:PG-13
Warnings: Fail!Writing, Slightly-insane!Enland
Summary: Beyond a shattered looking glass, fairytale becomes nightmare, imagination becomes madness, toys become weapons, friend becomes foe, and time is running out... Based off of American McGee's ALICE.
Chapter 1/ Chapter 2/Chapter 3
Chapter 4-School Daze
Arthur made his way around the outside of the fortress wall. He looked inside of the fortress and towards the building. He stopped to blink and rub his eyes. The building was moving. Literally rocking back and forth slowly.
“Please don’t tell me I have to go in that place.” Arthur mumbled.
“Entering School requires a leap of faith.” Alfred said.
“Why is it you always appear at the most inconvenient of times, to give me your rubbish called advice, and little hints of what I must do.”
“Dunno, it just makes me feel good to see you get all frustrated.”
“I could strangle you right now. I honestly could.” Alfred laughed as he vanished. Arthur watched the building rock back and forth for a few minutes. He felt nauseous. He shook his head quickly, “alright now...one...two...”He leaped towards the building, and barely caught the edge. He crawled inside the window and stood up. Even though the outside of the building was rocking back and forth the inside was not.
Arthur quickly noted that it was quiet inside the school, he also noted the one child walking around in a square with his arms out in front of him as if in a trance.
“Pardon me, boy but...” The boy didn’t even turn to him in response he just kept walking, eventually the boy walked too far and walked straight into a wall, his arms still out as if trying to push the wall out of his way. Arthur decided it was best not to talk to the child anymore.
He entered the large doors that were next to the child trying to push the wall. He carefully looked around before making his way any farther in the building. He tried to see if he could find any doors. He found several. The first door he tried opened up to what looked to be an auditorium.
The theater was dark, and the lights on stage were lit, proudly displaying children standing in two rows, they weren’t saying anything, nor were they performing. More like all they were doing was shaking, twitching, laughing, crying. Sometimes they would switch one moment they’d be wailing and crying the next their tear filled eyes would be laughing hysterically.
Arthur went towards the stage, where he found Gilbert, with a glass of beer. When did he...? How did he...? He figured it was better not to ask.
“There’s a bit more to do than you suggested, don’t you think?” Arthur asked placing his hands on his hips and looking at Gilbert. Gilbert took another swig of his beer.
“No need for sarcasm.” Gilbert said, sarcastically, “I admit, my memory ain’t what it used to be. But I’m here now, I’ll try to amend its deficiencies. The library contains a recipe for the potion. Consult the Book of Bizarre Things...” Arthur and Gilbert both looked back at the entrance where they heard a loud bang two Card Guards came running in. “Shit! Run!” Gilbert took off. Arthur was more than happy to take off running, but stopped when he thought about the children.
They may be insane but they were still children. He felt terrible for leaving them behind. Arthur turned around and fought the Card Guards. He didn’t want to kill them, especially in front of children. But they guards left him no choice.
The guard’s bodies laid on the ground in a puddle of their blood. Arthur looked up to see how the children were doing. They were still there, laughing one moment then crying the next. Completely unphased . Arthur was beyond horrified. Were these children so used to bloodshed and death that they were completely numb to what he had just done?
Although he had to admit, it had been easier to kill the guards this time.
“What did I say about being the Hero...” Arthur turned around to see Alfred standing right behind a little girl with a ribbon in her hair laughing manically.
“I have no time for your nonsense.” Alfred laughed.
“Look...I’m just saying, don’t- HEY!” Arthur had already taken off towards the entrance to the theater to find the library.
Arthur looked around to see where there was another set of doors. He ran up the stairs and noticed something out of the corner of his eye. He carefully and quietly approached the object. It was a croquet mallet in the shape of a bird.
“Since you were so kind of you to leave me before hand...and I guess now you want an explanation for this?” Alfred’s tail flicked itself back and forth angrily, Arthur scowled, “Here’s a riddle, when is a croquet mallet like a Billy Club?” Alfred began grinning again. Arthur had no idea what the answer was, “I’ll tell you...Whenever you want it to be.”
“So basically, what you’re telling me is, is that I now have a new weapon to fight with...and it’s a Croquet Mallet...”
“Precisely...Not that you probably deserve it after what you did back there to me.” Alfred vanshed. Arthur searched the main lobby area for the doors to the library.
Once in the library, Arthur was amazed at how many books there were. The books came in all different sizes and styles. Arthur would just love one moment to sit and read them. He thought about it, a small break shouldn’t hurt that much. Besides, he’d only read the titles. Arthur wandered through the library looking at the vast amount of books that laid about. Some in perfect condition, some in the worst condition possible for a book, and some were in the condition of just the covers with the pages completely missing.
Arthur came across one book and stared at it for a moment before going to pick it up and looking at it. The moment he got near the book, the covers shook and the book opened up, flipped itself over soothe pages were face down, and took off like a bird flying towards the ceiling. Arthur stood there with his jaw dropped. Books were not supposed to do that. He watched as the book flew higher and higher.
“Now the question is...how do I get the book down?” After what seemed like hours, Arthur located a set of stairs and climbed them to the next level of the library. When he arrived at the top, Alfred was there to greet him.
“Steps to enlightenment brighten the way; but these steps are steep. Take them one at a time.”
“I don’t understand why you must visit me constantly, versus just following me, Cat.” Alfred gave a haughty laugh as he knocked over a book case, then left nothing but his grin behind. Arthur muttered curses under his breath.
Arthur noticed a similar book to the one that flew away from him, he approached it carefully before touching it. It, like the previous book took off into the sky, towards the ceiling.
He found the remaining books, with little effort, save for the card guards who he just knocked unconscious. He looked at the floating books. Then he looked at the ground below, he was easily four stories up in a school building which on the outside looked like it had no more than two stories. Arthur slowly made his way across, one wrong move and it’d cost him his life. And dying in his messed up Wonderland was not his ideal way to go.
He slipped once, but other than that he made it across, to find another book. But it was considerably larger than the others. Arthur examined the book before trying to open it. Who would need a giant diary-like book? Especially with no lock on it.
“There’s no lock, and it won’t open. Stupid thing, its stuck!”
“Treat it like a Chinese box or a stubborn lid, a tap in the right spot might do the trick.” Alfred replied, Arthur looked around to try and locate the voice. Nothing. Now he really was going crazy. But, Arthur simply did the first thing that came to his mind, he pushed the book off the edge and watched it fall. When the book hit the group it opened right up.
Alfred appeared right behind Arthur.
“You call that a tap?! Fortunate I didn’t say use force. You might of pulverized it.”
“Har har, very funny. Now how do I get down?” Arthur turned to face Alfred, but he was already gone, “Well...This is a bit problematic...” Arthur jumped for one of the books, which had moved closer to him. He latched on to the closest book and slowly drifted down towards the ground.
When he reached the ground, Arthur looked at the page the book was opened to.
“Mushrooms, Poppies, Sugar and Spice/ All those things are very nice/ When combined in the proper mixture/ makes a getting-small Elixir.” Arthur thought about t for a moment, “I really don’t like sweets...”
The moment Arthur finished reading what he needed for the elixir, the world started spinning and stretching. Arthur fell to his knees and clutched the carpeted ground, trying to get his mind together, along with his stomach. He felt the world fading from his finger tips, as his body began to numb. The last thing Arthur remembered seeing was the book wide open on the ground, the large pages beginning to remove themselves from the book, then black.
~!A/N!~
Yay for not having school this week due to snow! THANKS MID-ATLANTIC BLIZZARD! /sarcasm.
Yet another boring chapter...Once the "Getting-Small Elixir" is made, then things will sort of pick up... I hope. it depends on if I can write that day or if the words will fail me. But, since I now have the time I'm off to write more chapters~ yay