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 Through the Looking Glass of Memory, Dyann//Solar
hollis artemis braith
 Posted: Oct 27 2012, 03:31 AM
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How did this happen?! It was supposed to have been a peaceful day for him. The only thing on his mind was to scope out the trees of Central park, looking for the perfect angle for his next project. He had gotten his paws on several cans of glow in the dark spray paint. And the idea had just hit him during lunch one day making him spill his ice water as he jerked the napkin his glass was resting on closer.

Ignoring the spreading puddle, Hollis merely shifted a bit over on his table as he plucked the pen from behind his ear, long hair down for once, and started scribbling a line of trees. Each individual trunk would look like nothing but when you stood just right, the paintings would line up creating a madly grinning skull and the words Happy Halloween in place of its teeth. It was a simple idea, much simpler then his usual work, but Hollis was sure the kiddies of New York would enjoy it.

So, Hollis had done as he planned. Taking his time as he wandered the park in a pink and lavender stripped sweater and a pair of tight grey jeans, the knee of his right leg ripped. Examining each cluster, Hollis found the perfect spot and curled up at the base of the trunks with a peach.

It wasn’t long before the park started clearing out and Hollis had finished his snack. “Time to get to work.” he tossed the peach pit away and got to his feet. A quick glance around told him he was alone. But he had to move fast this section of the park was rarely empty for long.

Popping the lid of his canister, Hollister gave it a good shake and started working. His hand moving faster and faster as he painted a glowing violet skull with bright teal highlights. His teeth were bright orange and curled up to meet his eyes. Perhaps he was feeling a bit reminiscent of his home today to create such a smile. In no time at all, it was nearly finished and Hollis took a step back. A snap echoed in the empty park causing Hollis to turn and see a pair of men just a few steps away. Perhaps on their way to a party from the way they were dressed. Zombies if he guessed right.

Oh…uh…” Hollis looked back and forth between his work and the men. He’d never been caught mid job before. What did he do? Run? Lie and say it wasn’t him? “What do you think? Should I leave it as is or add some eyes? Personally I think glowing red eyes would be a rather nice addition but I worry it might distract from the…over all...piece.

A strong scent reached his nose like rotting flesh and decaying plants that he only smelled a few times before on the jabberwocky battle field. Putrid and festering. That couldn’t be right. Hollis rubbed his nose, wondering if he had inhaled far too many paint fumes tonight when suddenly one of the men unleashed an inhuman howl. Ok. So those were definitely not costumes. The creatures came at him and Hollis did the only logical things to do. He climbed up the nearest tree.

So now, he’d sat up in the branches, kicking away grasping fingers as he glared down at the duo of men below him. Stupid sods. Didn’t they know better then to corner a Cheshire Cat? Particularly one that had lost his ability to flee.

His was agitated and crabby now. So much for a wonderful Halloween. It was a shame he didn’t have a lighter, he could have used the can of spray paint as a mock flamethrower and taken care of the zombies below him. But sadly, he had no use for one so he didn’t carry one. Perhaps tonight was proof as to why he should always have a lighter on hand. Yes that seemed like a good idea. The zombie swiped at Hollis, just missing his ankle. Hollis Shrank back, about to snap and start hissing at the zombies, the sound of footfalls came to his ears. Light. Quick. Female? “Excuse me! ” he called to the figure walking along the path. “You wouldn’t happen to have a lighter or some other sort of method to fend off the undead would you?



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 Posted: Oct 27 2012, 12:32 PM
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It had been 2 years since she had a really in-depth vision of Mad Hatters and purple striped cats. The past couple days have been mellow in the bustling city of New York, even with Halloween coming up. She had her costume picked out, a black laced Lolita dress with stockings that had cards suits on them: spades, hearts, diamonds, and clubs. Her boots were just under her knees, and she decided to leave her hair down with no color in it for once. The bow on her back really made the outfit stand out, and she was pleased with how it looked on her. It was almost like she was made for outfits like this. Although she had the faint thought that she should have worn something blue.

Her day today was going to be spent hanging out with her friends, going bar hopping (she wasn't drinking, she was just making sure they were okay), and then walking through the park to see the Halloween decorations that the city usually put up each year. Thankfully her friends decided to stop after the second bar, when one broke the heel on their outfit, and decided to stay in at another friends house, so Dyann could actually make it to the park while the sun was just setting. She would be able to see the entire magical experience of everything coming to life. It was a rather magical experience, and she wouldn't miss it for anything.

If only she knew what the rest of the night was going to hold for her, she probably would have just stayed at home and watched Vincent Price movies all night.

As she swung her cat head purse by her feet as she walked, she gave a small smile to herself, happy with where she was after moving to New York two years ago. She had plenty of proceeds coming in from her children's book, and she had the pleasure of knowing her family was doing just as well. Her nose wrinkled a bit as a smell of what she thought was rotting trash blew under her nose, and she shook her head at how some people could live in such filth. This thought only made her think of the disarray the Mad Hatter and March Hare lived in. But that was only what seemed to be a never-ending supply of teapots and chairs.

She paused in her walk and blinked a bit. Mad Hatter? March Hare? Wherever in the world did those names come from? And tea? What would a hare ever do with tea? She laughed softly to herself as she did a twirl to make her dress span out, and decided to veer off the paved sidewalk and walk between the trees. The autumn air smelled wonderful, and she inhaled deeply, slowly exhaling as she weaved through trees. There were makeshift ghosts and pumpkins hanging from them with some covered in fake cobwebs, and Dyann couldn't help but keep a smile on her face. There was nothing wrong with this Halloween holiday. Although, someone really needed to fix whatever was making that smell. Putrid it was.

With the sun setting further behind her, she caught a glimpse of bright neon colors on the trees. The way it was looking, it spanned from one tree to the next, creating a giant pumpkin face. Some of the surrounding trees had skulls on them, and she noticed they were starting to glow. "How curious......" she thought out loud as she started to make her way towards them. The smell of fresh spray paint drifted up her nose, and Dyann figured these skulls and pumpkins were still fresh. However, she was brought out of her trace by someone calling towards her. Come to think of it, there were strange noises following it. Taking a closer look, Dyann saw someone hiding up in the trees with two figures reaching for it from the ground.

“ Excuse me! You wouldn’t happen to have a lighter or some other sort of method to fend off the undead would you? ” Well that was rather odd to ask a complete stranger. Undead? Whatever was he going on about? Out of spite she pulled her purse up and started rummaging through it as she made her way closer, wrinkling her nose at the stronger stench of decay. She pulled out a tie-dyed Zippo, laughing to herself because she took it from a friend who thought it was to smoke while pumping gas. "You just might be in luck!," she called out to the figure. Looking up, she stopped in her tracks and stared. Right there. Perched in the tree. Was a young man in a pink and purple striped sweater. Hissing at two..... zombies? Two people dressed as zombies, obviously. But what glued her to the figure, as the long cat-like tail she saw wrapped around his leg and the ears that were folded back in frustration.

This young man looked so familiar and it bothered her. And how was it possible to even HAVE a pair of cat ears and a tail that moved like it was real? Deja vu crept into her curious brain the longer she stared. "Pardon me," she started, "But before I toss you this lighter, do I know you?" With that bit of vocals, the "zombies" turned and started to limp towards her. She wasn't paying attention, however, for she was far too distracted by the fellow perched in the tree.

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 Posted: Oct 31 2012, 12:33 AM
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Twas Brillig ~ Oh! Hello! I didn't see you there. You really must learn not to stand so out of sight. It's not polite to the shadows you see. They spend so much time perfecting their technique that you really do throw off the balance they're trying to master. it's quite rude.
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It seemed luck was on his side tonight as the person actually stopped and responded to him instead of simply ignoring his request for assistance. Soon, he’d have that lighter in his hands and he’d be able to torch these pests and then be on his way. Hollis batted the decaying hand away again before his eyes turned to the person who approached, the dead grass crunching beneath her feet – Ah hah! So he had been right. It was a woman! Seems he still had his intuition after all.

But he paused when he saw her, standing there in the park dressed in a black dress. There was something about her, something that he couldn’t quite put his finger on. The black Lolita dress, the card suit stockings. What was it? What was it about that dress that nagged at him as she held up a lighter and spoke. Do I know you? He tilted his head, brows furrowing. It came to him suddenly, and without warning. Singing like an axe as the memory sliced through the recesses of his mind. Her voice was a bit different, more grown up instead of the child’s voice that he remembered. But it was her. It had to be her.

Alice.

Was she really here? In New York of all places. After all this time, all his searching she had simply stumbled into his lap on Halloween of all nights. This was impossible. Hollis shifted forward in disbelief, nearly falling out of the tree and catching himself with a small yelp. What was wrong with him? He shook his head, hair fanning out as he tried to snap himself out of the daze her appearance had put him in.

Impossible. He’d never used such a disgusting word like that before. In Wonderland all things had been possible. Food that make you shrink or grow, talking caterpillars, singing flowers. There is nothing impossible. Ever. Not even here in another world are things impossible. A soft groan turned his attention from his long lost friend to the zombies. The hungry creatures suddenly far more interested a tasty treat that was in reach of their grasping fingers then the one that was stuck up a tree.

No. NO! His heart started to race, blood pounding in his ears. Move girl. Couldn’t she see them coming towards her? Didn’t she realize there was danger here? Run. Just go. He’d find her again. New York was only so big. He’d scour the city for her. So why didn’t she move? Back away? He didn’t want to see her die. Please. Please Alice. But her eyes stayed glued on him, bright and curious as to who he was and how she might have known him.

She was going to die. She was going to be eaten and digested by zombies and then her remains would reanimate. By the Bloody Red Queen…Alice was going to meet her demise and he was just sitting here. But what could a Cheshire Cat do? A small thing full of puzzles and songs. Its teeth weren’t sharp anymore and its claws had long been lost. Hollis wasn’t a fighter. He was a trickster, a mad sort of guide. A…A friend.

He straightened as something twisted inside his chest. That’s right. He’d forgotten his role in this situation. He was a guide. Alice’s guide. And while he might not be in Wonderland any more, it was his assistance that lead Alice down her paths. The feeling in his chest intensified and he had a need, a deep-seated desire to Move. To be at her side and snap her from this daze so she could be fully conscious to make her decision to either move or die. The zombies were nearly on her, the closest one’s hands reaching and stretching to touch her. To pull at her skin and hair and tear her apart. “Alice!” He reached out for her in desperation.

Shift.

And suddenly, he was moving. An instantaneous change as he was pulled from the branch from where he sat and landed atop the closest zombie, sending it face first into the dirt. Hollis looked up at Alice from the crouch position with wide eyes. “Ah…” H-he’d made a jump. A jump! Laughter erupted from a crescent moon grin that suddenly split his face and he jumped again. And again. And again. Coming to rest nearly nose to nose with Alice, the tendrils of quarts and violet smoke that accompanied each evaporation and reappearance lingering behind him. Curling and swishing like his beloved tail before it dissolved. “Loose something?” he asked, giddy excitement in his chest. He hadn’t been able to do that in a very, very long time. “You’re memories perhaps? That’s quite alright. I often find myself loosing grips with reality as well. But why would one want to keep their feet firmly on the ground when they can have their head in the sky.” Moans filled the air and Hollis turned, seeing the zombie starting to pick itself up and rejoin its partner in their slow advance. “And right now seems to be the time to fly,” he held his hand out to her. It was time to run Alice.



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 Posted: Oct 31 2012, 08:28 AM
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For a moment, just a small moment, their eyes locked. Those thoughts of dancing cards and smoking walruses drifted through her mind again. "What do they mean....?" They were rather annoying, because it wasn't truely possible for any of that to happen. Unless someone had a LOT of money and time on their hands, to create such lavish costumes. That moment they shared, staring into another's eyes, is something Dyann would treasure forever. For that moment gave her the feeling that she belonged. That she finally found a long lost friend. She would never let it go.

The moment would've been better if it weren't for those people dressed up as zombies, what with their inconsistent moans. "Yes-yes. You have wonderful costumes. Do you mind, however?" She couldn't help but be her blunt self. She was having a moment with this pink and purple striped fellow with the cat ears and tail. Why did they have to ruin it? Although, had she really paid attention to the fellow in the tree, she would have noticed the look of panic on his face. But no, Dyann was being Dyann, and standing her ground at the face of danger.

As the zombies kept shuffling towards her, a breeze blew from her right, and something in her brain snapped, like a trigger. Alice It was like a faint memory, calling her nickname that just her family used for her. Why, in all of the places and times, would she be hearing it now? This night was just going to get stranger and stranger, wasn't it? The stench of death and decay, however, would just be getting worse. Death and decay, two of the most unpleasant smells, would be the saving point in Dyann's little world within the world. It brought her back to solid ground and gave her the sense of danger. "Oh....." It finally hit her, those weren't costumes. They were actual, flesh eating zombies. She took a step back, raising her left arm as if that would save her, panic starting to sink into her brain.

A silent cry pulsed through her brain, through her entire being, begging for help. With hardly any response time, she heard a "poof" and the next thing she knew, the white haired fellow in the pink and purple striped sweater was crouching atop one of the zombies. He had a slight look of panic on her face, that quickly changed to glee as he disappeared in another could of smoke to land behind the other zombie, back to his tree branch, to the left of Dyann, before stopping right in front of her. Their noses touched and it was like a surge of electricity ran from his nose to her entire body. The thoughts of mad Queens and tiny Kings bounced around her head like a bouncy ball. She placed her right hand to her temple in hopes of stopping the ball-like thoughts, but it sadly didn't work.

She stood there, rooted to the dewing grass, nose to nose with the white haired boy with the cat ears, who apparently could dissipate in a could of pink and purple smoke. Blinking a bit, it all seemed vaguely familiar, yet new all at the same time. He spoke of loosing something, and before she could reply that she had not, in fact, lost anything, he continued. Rattling on about memories and oddly enough, keeping their heads in the sky. It wasn't until he turned at the sound of the first zombie regaining it's footing before she was able to move again. She gasped loudly, almost as if she had been holding her breath. What was this feeling? Why was she not terrified of the boy would could teleport?

He held out his hand and spoke of time to fly, and Dyann stood there for a minute. "Flying? Th-that's impossible....." She did grab his hand though, for the zombies were just within reach of the boy, and she let her instincts take over. Gripping his hand so they couldn't be separated, she started to run. To her relief, he followed without a second thought. Making her way back into the dense of clustered trees, she weaved them in between each one, praying silently that they weren't following. Once she turned back to look at her new companion, thinking he would be panicking or have a look that would suggest he was being dragged around by a crazy woman, but what she found was the exact opposite. He looked positively thrilled. Like there was nothing else he would rather be doing right at this moment then running away with zombies with her.

After dodging a few more trees, she slowed to a stop, resting an arm against a tree as she tried to catch her breath. Turning to make sure he was okay, she noticed they were still holding hands. Quickly letting go, she tucked some of her hair behind her ear. Still faintly panting, she decided to ask some questions. "Who... who are you? And... what did you need.. with a lighter?" She wasn't going to ask about the zombies, or why she was having visions of her book, or why he had ears and a tail. Oh no. That was too simple. She was ever so set on why this young man wanted a lighter.

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 Posted: Oct 31 2012, 11:15 AM
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Nothing is impossible Alice!” He laughed, glancing over his shoulder and sticking his tongue out at the zombies in triumph. “You of all people should know that.” Her hand grasped his and she tugged him forward. A surge of fire spreading at the point of contact. It felt right to have her hand pressed against his. The sense of comfort and contentment settling in his chest as they ran, making him simply forget that they were being chased, that there was danger. He had found Alice. She was here and real and the warmth of her hand made him want to do nothing but curl up in her lap and have a lovely session where she did nothing but stroke his fur and scratch beneath his chin until he purred. She squeezed his hand, glancing back with concern clearly written on her face. He sent her a wide grin that faded when she turned back around. His eyes drifting to their clasped hands, heart growing heavy as he once again realized he wasn’t a cat anymore. He had no fur or whiskers. No tail. How could he have a petting if he was no longer in cat form? Perhaps he could coerce Alice into letting him rest his head in her lap and she could play with his hair? Oh. He nearly purred. That was a lovely thought.

They slowed to a stop, Alice letting go of his hand and the cold chill of the October night returning to caress his palm and remind him just how empty it was. He flexed it fingers, trying to get the warmth to return but his hand stayed cold. It seemed he was always cold. Something he noticed now that he didn’t have his fur to cover him. What he’d give to be himself again. But things were dangerous. Hollis turned away from Alice, looking through the trees behind them. Very dangerous. At least the zombies were rather slow moving. It would give them time to rest before trying to put a bit more distance between them.

And once more Alice drew his attention from the world with questions. “Always a curious one, Alice. That’s what I like about you.” He grinned, flashing bright white teeth. But the smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. Who are you? The question stung more then he cared to admit. It had been years since he’d seen her and they had both changed, but still. Could she not recognize him? Sense that he was someone that she knew. Did she not feel what he had that moment their eyes connected? That sense of kinship, of otherworldliness. “What better way to destroy a zombie then by lighting it on fire? Purifies the soul, destroys the vessel, and all that.” That and how could he resist the chance to finally play with a flame thrower? Even a homemade one. “ And here, I am called Hollis. ” He gave her his false name, a bit of playfulness returning to help bury the hurt he felt about being forgotten.

Hollis. The name would taste stale and unfamiliar to her. If she was the Alice he knew, something he was desperately hoping for, she was always a curious one. And she’d pry trying to figure out from just where she knew him. But he couldn’t go giving away his secrets so easily. Especially after being forgotten. Let the game begin Alice. Just try and solve this little riddle.

He flipped over onto his hands, legs extending over his head in a handstand. “And you, Dear Girl?” His fingers curled and uncurled, the dirt and dead grass dry and brittle beneath his fingers. “Why so eager to simply throw me your lighter?” Hollis would have bet money that it was simple curiosity that had gotten to her, egging her on. Either that or fate.

The overly large sweater Hollis was so fond of slipped from its place and flash his pale stomach briefly before he somersaulted to the ground. Laying flat on his back, Hollis took a moment to breath and relax, letting the excitement drift away. “You know what is difficult?” he asked, musing more to the night sky then to Alice. “Trying to stand on your head when it won’t detach. How do people go about their daily lives in such a manner? Humans with their heads screwed on tightly.” He scoffed. Ridiculous. And yet, oh so easily fixed with just a little swing of the executioner’s blade. He’d been beheaded once. Terribly unpleasant. Thankfully no damage was done, his head already able to remove itself in his cat form. The Queen had thrown a hissy fit of course. But he simply retaliated by painting all of her roses a rather lovely shade of mauve.



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 Posted: Nov 1 2012, 12:21 AM
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His hand felt cold, even though hers was wrapped around his and they were running for their lives. The electricity was still there, however, and it made Dyann all the more curious. The way he grinned at her, the way he seemed so comfortable around her. They had to have known each other, or at least he knew her. She didn't really know how, since she kept her face off her book. Heck, she didn't even do public book signings; she just signed until her wrist was numb and shipped them to those who pre-ordered. It wasn't because she was ashamed, she just didn't want to be involved with the hassle of being stopped by her fans.

Leaning back against the tree, she let her head thump softly against the cool bark, breathing softer than before, but still heavier than normal. She wasn't sure if there were any more out there, or if they were still being followed, she just knew the growing stitch in her side was a sign that they needed to rest for a bit. It had been awhile since she ran like that. Just like the time I had to run from the Card Soldiers. Another thought crossed her mind. Why were they coming on so sudden? Of all the times she couldn't sit down and write, she got inspiration. At least she had the smarts to not wear heels.

Snapping her back up, she stared at the white-haired fellow when he called her Alice. "Alice? How.. how did you.... no. You couldn't have." The only ones that called her Alice were her family. Even then, it was rare. Only when she was in trouble or they thought she had gotten lost. To hear it from a complete stranger? It was impossible. Though, Alice was a rather common name. Perhaps she reminded him of another Alice? He flashed a grin and she could only stare. There they were again, those perky ears that matched his sweater. "I must say, those ears upon your head are rather dashing on you. However did you get them to look so life-like?" Curiosity. It always got the better of her, no matter how hard she tried to contain it.

He had mentioned something about a flamethrower, but Dyann was far too distracted by this intriguing boy standing in front of her. Well, at least he was standing in front of her. Without missing a beat, he was doing a handstand. "Well, Hollis, my name is Dyann. Not Alice. So I do believe you have me confused with someone else." Hollis seemed lost in thought, staring at her with the softest eyes. Eyes that seemed to beg to be remembered. Eyes that were all that was left of a vanishing cat..... She shook her head to clear that thought. Now was not the time! "Whoever said I was going to give you the lighter? Is it a crime to be curious? Besides, the lighter isn't even mine."

Hollis then went about rattling on how to stand on one's head while being able to remove their own head. "That is rubbish! One simply cannot stand upon their head!" Something was growing deep down in side of her, and her English accent was starting to resurface. Her parents wanted her to fit in, so they paid good money to have her master the works of the Americanized version of "English." Without helping it, she put her hands upon her hips and looked down at the boy. For someone who was just chased by zombies, he was rather calm.

Taking a few steps to the side, she took a good look at his face, while keeping her hands upon her hips. He was rather curious looking, what with his white hair adorn with striped cat hears, wearing a sweater to match. The color scheme seemed so familiar. Leaving her with a feeling of warmth mixed with guidance. Whoever this Hollis character was, he didn't mean her any harm. He just wanted to look out for her, to keep her safe... Why did this all feel so familiar?

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 Posted: Nov 6 2012, 05:48 PM
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Twas Brillig ~ Oh! Hello! I didn't see you there. You really must learn not to stand so out of sight. It's not polite to the shadows you see. They spend so much time perfecting their technique that you really do throw off the balance they're trying to master. it's quite rude.
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Hollis looked up at the stars. Or at least, where he assumed the stars would be. It was always difficult to see them through the leaves on the trees and the constant glow of the city’s lights. He’d never properly seen the stars in this world. Were they different then the ones in his? Would they have the Spinning Box and the Desert Walker constellations? Just as he was about to ask Alice if she knew the stars well enough to answer his curiosity, she mentioned his ears. “My ears?” he touched the human ones on the side of his head. One. Two. Both still in place. So, what was it she meant that he had a rather dashing pair on top of his head?

Oh dear…Alice, have I stolen someone else’s ears again?” Slender fingers brushed their way through his hair as he sat up. No extra ears here. He tilted his head, hands splitting his hair into two sections and starting to braid the chunk that fell over his right shoulder. “What ears are you seeing I wonder? My own? Or perhaps you’re seeing how I see. Phantom images of hearts and roses and crescent smiles. Of dodos and oysters and singing flowers.

He looked up at the girl as she rambled about him not knowing ‘Alice.’ Of course he knew Alice. Everyone knew of Alice and this girl, while she had lost some of her memories was definitely Alice just…Not Quite Alice As She Used To Be. But he’d give it time. All things meant to be remembered eventually were. Like the name of the little song he had a tendency to hum. He could never remember its title, but he knew that he knew the name somewhere in the back of his mind. “Such a curious thing you are Al – Dyann.” He caught himself with a smile, fingers pausing in their braiding before starting again, slower this time. “Perhaps I have confused you for a girl I once knew. If you aren’t her then I offer my most sincere apologies. But if you are who I think you are then it is you have gotten yourself confused with someone else.

Pushing himself to his feet, Hollis dusted the dead grass and leaves from his clothes, smirking when that lovely accent of hers started coming through. And the world shifted. The black of her dress giving way to blue. The card suits that decorated her stockings fading away to leave just plain and innocent white. And suddenly, he could see her. Alice. His Little Alice. Stubborn and pouting and crying and laughing at all the confusion that Wonderland had to offer. He saw her grow and shrink, talk to flowers and caterpillars. And the scent of tea floated to his nose. The sound of a ticking overpowering the gentle breeze that ruffled the dead leaves still desperately trying to cling to the tree branches. How had he missed that before? The tick tock, tick tock of a pocket watch. Ever present and constantly ticking in his head.

We both know that you would have handed the lighter over. It’s no use trying to lie to me.” He was a master at twisting words, all in good fun of course. There was no use for lying in his world. But that didn't mean he couldn’t have fun with half-truths and veiled meanings. Hollis turned his grey eyes to Dyann’s. He dared not to blink for fear this image would fade. She would have done it regardless of it being hers or not, simply because someone had politely asked to borrow it. And that is what proper English girls do. They assist those in need. ”As for curiosity…well…There’s nothing wrong with that. I myself am quite curious. But that comes with the territory.” Cats were curious by nature after all.

He blinked and the image of his Alice dissolved back into the black Lolita dress. The trees that had started to look like those of his favorite bit of the Wonderland forests shifted back into the oaks and maples of Central Park. Nothing made sense anymore. How could anyone live like this? Hiding behind rationality and reason? Did she miss it too? The comfort that came with the madness of his world, a world where one didn’t need to hide how they really were and those who were, shall we say eccentric, were never hidden away. Locked in padded rooms and made to wear those white jackets that forced you into a constant hug. Did doctors think that those who were ‘unstable’ just needed to love themselves to regain sanity? How utterly idiotic a notion.

The wind stopped. Then changed. Snagging Hollis’ attention as he turned to look back the way they came from. Sharp eyes scanning the darkness between the tree trunks for movement. Had he smelled decay once more on the wind? He couldn’t spot anything. Curse his human eyes and the weakness they had at night. “We should probably move on. Lingering too long will only get us on the Late Night Dining menu. And – oh.” He stopped mid step, foot still raised in the air. “My things…

The duffle he’d left behind held his paints and most recent sketchbook. Hollis supposed that he could leave the bag there and retrieve it later. But there was always the risk of a police on patrol or a random person picking up his pack. Then he’d never find it. What to do? What to do? This wouldn’t do. He didn’t have enough money to buy all new paints. He barely had enough money to eat everyday. He could fetch his things quickly now that he could vanish again. Yes. This could work. “Just wait a moment Dyann. Be back in two ticks.” Without a second thought, he vanished to quickly retrieve his things in a swirl of smoke. His wide grin lingering just a fraction of a second longer then the rest of him. Hollis reappeared at the base of the tree where his artwork started. No undead here. That was both good and bad, but he didn’t have time to linger on that thought. He scooped up his duffle and evaporated once more. Reappearing in the exact same location he had left from. “Miss me?



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He sat there, staring up at her, and she couldn't help stare back at him. He made her feel things in the back of her mind that she was told to forget. Things that revolved around singing flowers and smoking dodo birds. It all seemed like nonsense. But whatever made sense in this world? Men could get away with beating on their wives and children. Politicians could corrupt the government and just get a slap on the wrist.

But what about Red Queens playing croquet with pink and green flamingos? Yelling "OFF WITH THEIR HEAD!!" whenever someone disagreed with her. Of the Cheshire Cat finally breaking the last straw of her fragile patience?

There it was again. That drifting feeling that something was lurking in the back of her mind. She would have a hard time getting to sleep tonight, if she would make it home again. If only she could have some tea. That would make everything better for her. But no. Her body had to be allergic to it.

The wind blew, shifting the leaves and causing one to fall. She watched as it spun and twirled before landing beside Hollis' hand. The colors of that sweater were simply distracting. Comforting, yet distracting. Something new, yet something ever so familiar. She turned her attention back to Hollis, who was fondling his head and speaking in tongues of taking others ears. "Why, the set atop your head that....." And just like that, she was cut off. He fondled the spot where she had saw them, and they disappeared. She bit her lip and shuffled her feet a bit. Maybe she got too close to the fresh paint? She was seeing things now. Cat ears on a human. Impossible.

"It is very much so that you have me mistaken for another Alice. For the name is a rather common name. It is, however, a nickname from my parents. However you made the connection, I shalt never know." The itching feeling was back in the mind. Like a caterpillar creeping along a mushroom. Whenever he called her "Alice," more of her made up world crept into her mind.

She straightened up quickly as Hollis made his way to his feet and she smoothed out her dress, trying to not make eye contact with him. She was almost afraid of what he'd make her think of if she looked him square in the eye. He brought the topic of the lighter back up and she turned to look at him. It was the proper thing to do, afterall. "Why are you assuming that I would have? Just because one says "Please" does not mean that I'll automatically give it to you." She would have given it to him, of course. Her parents raised her to be polite and whatnot. Curtsying, looking others in the eye as they spoke, sharing. Stuff like that. But really. Who was Hollis to think he was that she would just give it to him?

She crossed her arms again and turned her head off to her right. He was a rather peculiar person. She could tell it in his motions and the way he spoke. It almost reminded her of a cat, oddly enough. There was a shift in everything around them, and Dyann noticed Hollis look back from where they came from. Was he able to ear something she couldn't? Goodness, her world was making so much noise in her head she really couldn't hear much outside of her and Hollis. She placed a hand to her forehead and tried to push back the thought of a purple striped cat telling her to run. She saw him speak, but couldn't understand what he was saying.

She didn't mean to scream, but she did. It was loud and shrill and startling to the quiet all around her. Quickly covering her mouth with bot of her hands, she stared at the spot Hollis was. The only thing that remained of him was the widen grin that seemed to curl upon itself, and smoke that was the same color as his shirt. It was eerily quiet. She didn't like it. The comfort that she felt with Hollis around was gone just as fast as he was.

She looked around quickly, and that's when she saw them. Card soldiers. Just out of the corner of her eyes. She backed up against the tree she had leaned against just moments ago, her eyes wide. How was she seeing them? They weren't real! Then she smelled it. Death. Decay. The zombies. They were back. Wherever in the world was Hollis? Why did he leave? "Oh, how I wished I would have listened better!" She was alone in this mess. She needed some guidance. She let it slip from her lips something she thought she would never say out loud: "Oh Cheshire, wherever could you have gone?"

Without missing a cue she heard him before he reappeared. "Miss me?" Then he reappeared. In the same colored smoke as he left. It was like flipping on a switch. Everything came rushing back. Falling down the rabbit hole. The Unbirthday Song with the Mad Hatter and the March Hare. Painting the Red Queen's roses red. Everything seemed to swirl around her and she made an attempt to reach out to Hollis before everything faded completely.

As she slid down the base of the tree, she saw her Cheshire cat trying to catch her. A look of panic on his face as he dropped something. His striped tail bristling up. She could tell that she was smiling. The comforting feeling was back. She just couldn't stand up anymore.

"Maybe I'll rest.

Just...

for...

a....

bit..."

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Cheshire, wherever could you have gone? Cheshire. His name echoed in his ears, soft as he reappeared before her. Happiness swirled in his chest. Alice had she remembered? Did she know who he was now? Oh please let it be true. He wanted it to be true so badly. Before he could do anything but smile, his eyes bright and wide from excitement, she started to slip down the tree, her eyes growing distant and hazy. A hand extended to him. Reaching. Pleading. A desperate attempt to find him once more.

ALICE!” His smile dropped along with his duffle and he sprang forward, forgetting entirely in his anxiety that he had agreed to call her Dyann. Panic and fear on his face and he shifted mid step. Not wasting the time to physically cross the distant between them as he suddenly reappeared back at her side, his arms around her, slowing her decent to the ground. So she wanted to rest a little? He pulled back just a bit to study her face once she was leaning against the tree. A smile still on her face. “Oh Dear Girl…” Hollis cupped her face, thumb stroking gentle, soothing circles on her cheek. With a small laugh, he rested his forehead against hers. A rumbling coming form deep within his chest, a purr of contentment. “Still causing trouble. Whatever shall I do with you?

Though the words were softly scolding her, Hollis felt nothing but joy. Tonight was going better then it ever could have. He had his Alice. AND she remembered him. Joyous day. He was so happy, his chest tightened with a longing to scream out and his body ached with a tingling that he got for the urge to evaporate. He could make his was around the world in eighty jumps and be back for Dyann even opened her eyes.

But he heard a sharp moan, fear tracing its finger down Hollis’ back. Leaving behind a slimy, cold feeling as his shoulders snapped taut. The zombies. He could smell them. Hear their shuffling footsteps. Hollis whipped around, finding they had been joined by, not only the original two zombies from before but and additional three. His expression shifted as the undead hobbled closer. Anger twisting and deforming his features. No longer was he a serene Cheshire. Instead, he was a cat who was being backed into a corner, his family threatened. He hissed. Teeth bared, hair bristling, and murder in his eyes. Daring them to move closer.

They did.

Oh. Not good. Not good at all! Any other thing would have at least blinked, a bit startled when a perfectly normal looking boy suddenly hissed like a cat. But no, these things kept moving closer. More persistent then the card soldiers they were. Hollis clicked his tongue in irritation. He wanted to sit out beneath the trees with Alice, his head in her lap as she ran her fingers through his hair, reminiscing about all that had happened, all that had changed. Just like the old days. The last thing he wanted to do was have to run from zombies again. But they were persistent, like a mouse in a maze, trying to find it’s cheese. Except this time, he and Dyann were the prize at the end of it all. Tender flesh to sink their yellowing teeth into. What he needed to do was get his Dear Girl out of here. Not simply to another part of the park like before, but really, truly out of the area. Inside. To someplace safe where they could hide and let this whole thing blow over. They could wait out the zombie apocalypse with tea and biscuits and perhaps even some head rubs on her part. But first things first.

Reaching for his duffle, Hollis slipped it over his shoulders. Eyes never leaving the five rotting men that approached. “Well, Gentlemen. It’s be a killer evening with you tonight. But as you can see, my Dear Girl is ever so tired… I really must get her to bed.” The zombies groaned in protest. At least, what Hollis would assume as protest. Was there enough rational thought and life left inside the rotting corpses to actually protest? Brushing those thoughts aside, Hollis slipped an arm behind Dyann, another under her knees and he stood, cradling her in his arms and wishing that he could evaporate with her in his arms but his powers had always been focused solely on himself.

He shifted her weight a bit in his arms, trying to get a decent grip. He was never a strong thing, never had a need to be. But now, he found himself wishing that he could carry her as though she was made of aether and air. But he’d do his best. He’d protect Alice, guide her to safety once more. “Hold tight, Dear Girl…” he whispered, lips placing a gentle kiss against her hair. Good night, sweet dreams. The nightmares would be gone when you open your eyes again.

The mob moved, a break in their ranks appearing, and Hollis darted forwards, escaping between them. Cold, rotting hands grasping after him and the girl in his arms. Catching nothing but air. He was a cat on a mission and nothing they could do would stop him from getting Alice indoors. To safety. It was his job as Guide to do so…but even more important still, it was his choice as her Cheshire to see that it happened.



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Falling. Always falling. No where to go. Or was there? It wasn't a typical fall either. Instead she was spinning, doing somersaults midair. How ladylike was that? Her dress kept showing her petticoats. Petticoats? She wasn't wearing any petticoats when she was in the park. Wait. This wasn't even the park. Why was she falling? What had she done to fall this time? There was no rabbit hole. No White Rabbit leading her astray. She was just in Central Park, looking at the decorations.

The smell of rotting flesh invaded her nostrils and she couldn't help but gag on the horrendous stench. All around her, she could see green and yellow Card Soldiers surround her. Falling with her. Trying to grab at her. Unable to. Then she saw it, she was surrounded by a purple and pink haze. He was keeping her safe. Even though he wasn't here, her Cheshire was making sure the Card Soldiers didn't get their hands on her.

Her limp body had started to fall. If it hadn't been for Hollis, she would have probably hit the tree and stayed on the cold, damp park ground for whoever knows how long. Cradled in his delicate frame, there was nothing more she could do then to barely smile as he gently caressed her cheek. Time was of the essence now, and there was no safe place for them to go, not while she was unconscious and they were surrounded by zombies.

All of a sudden all the Card Soldiers started chanting her name: "ALICE." She turned and looked at the 10 of spades, it yelled "ALICE." at her. Turning. Jack of Hearts. "ALICE." Again. 2 of Clubs. "ALICE." It was all too much. Too loud. Too violent. She pressed her hands to her head, almost in an attempt to squeeze the sound out. Then she heard it. "My Dear Girl." He was talking to her again! "Help me!," she cried out to nothing. "I can't stop falling! I'm surrounded by Card Soldiers! HELP ME, PLEASE." Her dressed puffed out. The Card Soldiers stayed in a continuous free-fall, while she slowly drifted to a stop. There wasn't even a moment to figure her surroundings out before her legs took off forward, running on their own accord. She didn't know where her legs were taking her, but they kept on running.

Shifting slightly in Hollis' arms, her face crunched up into a distorted look of unpleasantness. "Help.....," she whispered out, in an attempt to get anyone's attention. Hollis' lips found her hair as he gave her a comforted kiss upon her head. "Library....." She lived not too far from the park. Not even a full block away. It was safe there. Her flat was on the second story, so it wouldn't be a huge mess getting them there. If Hollis could hold out long enough to get them there...

Suddenly she started running faster. She still didn't know where. Home, hopefully. There was a clatter behind her, and she saw the Card Soldiers fall to the ground. Next thing she knew, they were right behind her. Chasing after her. They wanted her. She didn't want them. She wanted to be curled up under a tree with her Cheshire. Dozing off with the sunlight keeping them warm. Her breathing got heavier. Her arms tired. Running. Still. Forever. Persistent. There was a goal. Whatever the goal was, she wouldn't know. Her vision was a bit blurred from the Cheshire Haze that was surrounding her, but that didn't stop her. Her legs kept her moving. They started to veer off to the right. No. Left. Right was wrong. Left! LEFT!

"No... left....." Even though she didn't know it, she was guiding him to her house. Now if he listened, was another feat on it's own.

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The trees and grass gave way to concrete and tar. The smell of car exhaust assaulting him and overwhelming the stench of dead leaves and even deader men that lingered in his nose. But which way? Which way did he go? Hollis had no true home to keep Dyann safe. He bounced from place to place, tucking into abandon lofts or even into Bastian’s little store of curiosities. Occasionally, Camilla would let him curl up at her place far outside the city on days when he had nothing better to do then make the long trek to her home on foot. But that would do little good now. He couldn’t bring Dyann to any of those places. The sleeping girl shifted in arms whimpering, her once beautiful face contorting in pain or fear. Help. It was soft, broken.

Hush Dear Girl.” Hadn’t they been here once before? Yes. He remembered. HE had been lounging in the Purple Woods, lazing about with a song on his lips. Oh how did it go? Softly he started humming the tune, trying to remember the words before they assaulted him along side of another vision. “All the mimsy were the borogroves, and the mome raths outgrabe.” He tried to blink away the vision of the violet colored tree trunks. Of the little girl who floated beside him in blue. She looked up at him with wide eyes, fingers laced in a silent plea. What had she asked that day? For him to help her find her way. Ah, that was it and he responded with a simple fact that it all depended on where she want to go.


"Oh it really doesn’t matter, as long as…"
"Then it really doesn’t matter which way you go."


But. Things were different this time. He had a place to go. “To a safe haven,” he whispered. And the image of the child Alice giggled, running ahead of him. Wha..?

Library.

Dyann shifted in his arms, the image of the public library coming to his mind. Well. He’d done crazier things then listen to an unconscious girl’s babbling. So he ran harder for the library, his feet slamming against the pavement as he carefully avoided the gaping cracks in the sidewalks and kept an eye out for any more creatures of darkness. His body started to ache, not used to being pushed to such limits when the library came into sight. Now they could duck inside and be safe for a little. Long enough to catch his breath at least. Starting to turn right towards the side door with a broke lock, Dyann’s voice rang out. Stronger then before. Left.

Without so much as a second thought, Hollis spun on his heel and started left, Another image flashing in his mind of a building. A sense of safety ad peace washing over him. Home the image screamed. Almost home. Left. Straight. Left again. St-no Right. Hollis kept running, following the signs and the images that rang out inside his head. In the distance, he could see his little Alice-Who-Was-Alice-No-Longer, half see through and fading even more, waving at him. Urging him on even as his own hallucinations faded away. Turning the familiar woods that he knew into the unfeeling streets of New York. He gripped Dyann (Dyann-Who-Was- No-Longer-Alice-In-Name-But-Still-Alice-In-Heart) tighter to his chest. “Second chorus.”



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Her breathing was catching in her chest, but she couldn't stop running. Not with the Card Soldiers right on her tail. She could hear them, yelling her name, she could smell car exhaust and rotting flesh. She was terrified that she wouldn't be able to get out of this nightmare. This is what it had to be. Just moments ago she was talking to Hollis, her Cheshire Cat, about standing on heads. It was a pleasant conversation, one she hadn't engaged in since she crossed over. She needed to survive this so they could catch up. So they could be together again...

"All the mimsy were the borogroves, and the mome raths, outgrabe." Cheshire! He was singing his song to her! She knew this song, he had taught her once- after the madness with the Queen had died down. Despite being in a happy place, the Cheshire Haze that was surrounding her was beginning to grow stronger, and she couldn't see where she was going. Waving her arms madly in front of her, her legs kept her going in the straightest of straight lines. How would she get anywhere if she couldn't see? No. No, no... NO! She blew out heavily and there was a keyhole cutout in the Haze. Peeking through it, she could see New York. She was there! She had to be!

Instinct had her trying to tuck hair behind her ear, but the hair wouldn't move! She tried to look to the right, to see if she knew where she was, but the vision went towards the left! "How odd.....," she thought to herself. Looking up, she saw it. Straight ahead! There was a rabbit! It was hopping from them! But every time it touched the ground, small puffs of blue smoke came from it's feet. She wouldn't lose him this time! Oh no, pushing herself ever harder, she started running faster. She would catch that rabbit!

There was a hot dog stand to their right, "Left! Go left!" she shouted. Sure enough, they went left. The rabbit just ahead of them. A four way intersection just ahead, "Straight." they kept going straight. She saw a fragile hand fall out in front of their vision, and she felt a small twinge of pain in her right arm. It clicked in her head. She was seeing through Hollis' eyes! Just like that, the purple Cheshire Haze cleared and he could clearly see through his eyes- no longer a keyhole. There! There was the Internet Cafe where she wrote her first book! "Left! They turned.

She was so caught up in this realization that she almost missed her turn! They were going straight, when the Post Office to their right told them otherwise. 'No! Cheshire! Right! Turn right!" It was amazing how as a human he still had his cat-like reflexes. A surge of warmth washed over her as he held her tighter. Just ahead, there was her flat complex. She thought hard on the image of her door. Second story. Only door on the left. They made it up the stairs, and she saw the keypad where the code needed entered. Drat. How would she be able to tell him?

Without giving much of any thought, she thought hard about the code in her head. Surely if she thought hard enough, he would hear her, right? There! The door opened, and he rushed in. He ran into the main lobby, and for once she was thankful it was empty. Running towards the stairs, she felt herself going higher and higher, even though she was staying in one place. One landing down, second landing, goodness he was going to be so tired when they stopped.... "My door! There's my door!" Second door on the left. Her door.

Her stomach dropped out, and she hoped her purse was still with them. Otherwise, they would be able to get in.

Suddenly, everything was shaking. She was falling again. Spinning. Tumbling. Everything was getting dark again. Her breathing came easier. She felt calm, even though mentally she felt exhausted.

He had rested her against the door, and had sat down beside her, resting his head against her shoulder. He was panting softly, poor thing. Fighting to open her eyes, they felt so heavy. Feeling was slowly coming back to her limbs. The nerves coming to life. It felt like pins and needles were coursing through her. It didn't hurt, oddly enough. Her finger twitched, and she managed to slide her hand over his. Never again would she pass out, this feeling was just dreadful! His hand was pasty and warm under hers, and she was just able to very gently stroke his hand with her thumb. She forced her eyes to blink quickly. Vision was slowly coming back, but it was all in a haze. She exhaled heavily and tilted her head back against the door.

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son. The jaws that bite, the claws that catch.....," she managed to mumble under her breath. She shifted the wait in her neck to let her head rest gently against Hollis' head. Feeling couldn't come back into her body fast enough. "Soon Hollis, I'll be back to you...."

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Hollis came to a halt out side of a door that he knew belonged to Dyann as the unconscious girl whispered it in her sleep and the image of the number that hung from the door burned its way into his mind. So this was where his Dear girl lived. Perfect. Now if he could only get her inside. He looked to the door, knowing that it would be locked, and groaning when the image of her keys tucked inside her purse flashed through his head. Her purse. Where had he left it? Just pull out his whiskers one by one, he’d lost it in the chaos.

He knelt, putting Dyann up against the door. He could run back out and find them he was sure or even better, he could pop inside her place and simply unlock the door. Oh, but did Dyann have roommates that she’d rather not have him startle suddenly? Yes, the safest thing to do would be to go our and look for the purse. But…He’d just sit here. Just for a moment to catch his breath. He was so tired, everything ached. What he needed was to simply sit here and sleep for a while. Just, curl up in Dyann’s lap ad let her warmth and fingers that would run through his hair carry him off to dreamland. He shifted just a bit, head falling to rest against Dyann’s as she leaned into him. Warm. Solid. Safe. And so very, very real. He’d found her again. His Alice, His Dear Girl.

And she remembered. Everything. Him, wonderland, even the little song that he always sings. His lips quirking into a tired little grin. It was small, lopsided – the right corner curling higher then the left. A tender little smile that he reserved for Alice only though she never knew nor saw it. “Dear Girl you are already back. So sleep a while. I’m here.I’ll protect you. Words could not express how excited he was to have her so close again. He wanted to sing and dance and jump for joy but his body was too exhausted from their escape. So, for now he’d simply lay here beside her. Guarding her once more until she was ready to retreat inside her apartment. For now, he’d simply sing to her until sleep would undoubtedly over take them both. He didn't want to ever part from her again. He cared far too deeply for the little girl who came stumbling into Wonderland and turned the already upside-down world right-side-up.“Third chorus.




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