A Little Late
Alice, assuming that all of the nonsense of Mayfield has blown over, finds a package in the mail. Curious, she opens said package, revealing the much treasured weapon she'd been hoping for: The Vorpal Blade. A small smile forms on the girl's face as she grabs the weapon, wanting to hold it in her hand properly, see it glint in the air before it came down on a desired target...
...and then her world goes wring again.
Even though its impossible, she'd back HERE again, Rutledge, and she looks at her arms: the scars of the first time she tried to end it all, and she could hear the administrator's click clack of shoes as she realized she had never left here: she had always been. The thoughts of her fighting in Wonderland left her and she was the scared little girl she'd been when she arrived several years before. Her muscles tensed, her eyes doing something they had done in a very long time: they filled with tears.
"Mum...dad..." she whispered, her hands still clutching her weapon, her senses completely askew. She was still in Mayfield, but so long as she had the blade in her hand, she could only see the asylum again. "Please....I didn't mean for you to die. Come back, I'll be good."
She sniffs, and starts to run. Her emotions were at a spike now: between running like a little girl, her eyes seeing things no one else could see: the cruel touch of the Warden's hands, the needle that put her to blissful sleep, and the eventual acceptance of her wretched fate.
If you approach her, you take your chances in your own hands.
...and then her world goes wring again.
Even though its impossible, she'd back HERE again, Rutledge, and she looks at her arms: the scars of the first time she tried to end it all, and she could hear the administrator's click clack of shoes as she realized she had never left here: she had always been. The thoughts of her fighting in Wonderland left her and she was the scared little girl she'd been when she arrived several years before. Her muscles tensed, her eyes doing something they had done in a very long time: they filled with tears.
"Mum...dad..." she whispered, her hands still clutching her weapon, her senses completely askew. She was still in Mayfield, but so long as she had the blade in her hand, she could only see the asylum again. "Please....I didn't mean for you to die. Come back, I'll be good."
She sniffs, and starts to run. Her emotions were at a spike now: between running like a little girl, her eyes seeing things no one else could see: the cruel touch of the Warden's hands, the needle that put her to blissful sleep, and the eventual acceptance of her wretched fate.
If you approach her, you take your chances in your own hands.