I awakened with a start. I was covered in sweat and my heart was pounding heavily. My sheets felt drenched. I turned on a light and felt my moistened cheeks. Blood stained my fingers.
‘It’s happened.’ I thought, woefully, ‘The Red Queen…she’s going to be rid of me…’
I got up and ran to my closet and got out a suitcase. I started jamming things haphazardly into it before I fell to the ground and started crying. After about five minutes, I started laughing…hysterically.
Death’s cold hands felt wrapped about my neck. I had already lost one of my stupid real world jobs…what else was there for me to do?
‘Maybe it’s my time to go now…' I thought. But I knew that was bullshit. I had been alive for a very long time now, and I didn't have much of a reason to stop living just yet. At least that's what I blindly wanted to believe…
I got up and grabbed my cellphone. I dialed The Cheshire Cat.
"Meoooooooow~~~" She said sleepily, "How may I help yooooooou?~~"
"I’m in deep shit." I said, my breaths labored, "The Red Queen is going to kill me. I can feel it. Her malice was sent just a few minutes ago. Did she find the man?"
"Indeed she did. I was talking with the Mad Hatter today. It seems that she’s taking a liking to him already." The Cat said.
"Good." I said, as my anger boiled in my veins, "Then we must use him to be rid of her."
"She’s starting to brainwash him as we speak. How ever are we going to turn him against her?" The Cat asked.
"Meet me at The Cute Dough Bakery in a few hours. I will devise a plan and say it there. I don’t trust these lines…" I said, rushed.
"Mmm. I agree. Farewell until then." The Cat said. Then she hung up.
It wasn’t that I was worried about the Cat getting captured. She always pulled a disappearing act and was deemed untouchable in Vulgarland. Not only that, but she was just as skilled a fighter as I. I knew she would be safe.
But the less details anyone knew about our plot, the better.
I quickly got dressed in my white suit and headed to the cafe. It was always open late. I took a seat. I kept nervously checking my watch as a waitress came over, handed me a menu, and poured some coffee.
"Gonna be another late night again?" She asked with a smile.
I smirked. “You could say that. I’ll order in a few minutes. I’m awaiting my comrade’s arrival.”
She nodded and walked away.
I rested my face in my hands. I smelled…cat…
I looked up and the Cheshire Cat was gazing at me through those yellow eyes. She had came as a human. Light purple and pink streaked hair flowed around her shoulders in ringed curls.
"My Usagi-san…pardon my French here, but darling…you look like shit." She said with a chuckle.
I felt the corner of my lips twitch. “Listen, if you were on the butcher’s chopping block, I’m sure you wouldn’t look so fabulous yourself…” I spat.
"Now now, calm down. If we do things correctly, our little "Alice" will be our ace in the hole." She said, playing with her lace gloves, daintily.
I rolled my eyes. “He’s just some guy who died. There’s nothing special about him. Alice…fell because she listened to the Queen’s lies. Much like I have…” I said.
"Nothing special about him you say? I beg to differ…quite the contrary, my dearest friend. That man had nothing to live for. And now he does." The Chesire Cat said, with her famous grin.
"If only I could get close to him. If only…I could speak to him in person." I said. I felt my desperation growing by the second.
"You could. The Queen won’t be returning to this realm for sometime. Not until she grooms him to her liking." The Cheshire Cat said.
"Then I know what I must do." I said, "I must see the Queen myself. I must act like I know nothing. It will be a diversion and then you must speak to him on my behalf."
The Cheshire Cat chuckled again. “Do you really think that you’ll make it out alive? You’ll need more than my help to accomplish this feat you speak of…”
I sighed in frustration. I hated when this stupid cat was always right. “Fine.” I said finally, “Speak to the others on this matter. For now this is a plot…but I know it will soon be a full on war…”
"Ah yes, but of course. But I’m sure you already know, that in order to win a war, you must know your opponent’s weakness. Do you know The Red Queen’s weakness?" The Cheshire Cat purred.
I gave her scathing glare. “Of course not! Do you honestly think she would be stupid enough to reveal such a thing to me?! Even all the years I remained loyal to her, she doesn’t trust me. I’m certain trust doesn’t even exist in her vocabulary!”
"Well, then I think you’re setting yourself up for failure, honestly…" The Cheshire Cat said, with a wave of her hand.
I restrained myself of the urge of wanting to punch her in the face. “Shut up you stupid cat. You know more than anyone that it’s YOUR job to find out this information! And I don’t care how you do it…” I said, through clenched teeth.
"Aww…are you asking me? That’s so cute of you Usagi. I do believe your manners are getting better~" She said sweetly.
"I hate you." I said, vehemently.
"And that is why we are the best of friends. You know what they say, there’s a fine line between love and hate~~" She said, stifling a laugh. She knew my temper was getting at it’s limit, and didn’t wish to anger me further.
It was becoming apparent that the Cat knew something, but wasn’t saying it. “Speak you stupid fucking ball of fur.” I said, “I know you know something.”
She giggled. “Ah, I could never hold my poker face long enough before you. A pity…” She said, almost despondently, “At any rate, do you know why the Queen is constantly devouring the parts of others?”
"No. I thought she regarded it as a mere delicacy." I said, tilting my head to one side in puzzlement.
"She feasts on organs to retain her life force. And I’ve even seen her devour souls in sacrificial rituals. Blood…anything that has life attached to it, that is her source of power." The Cheshire Cat explained.
"So how the hell can we stop someone like that?" I asked.
The Cheshire Cat smiled and got up. “So sorry my dear friend, but that is all I can say for now. I must bid you adieu.” She began to walk out of the bakery.
“STOP RIGHT THERE! You haven’t finished telling me what I need to know!” I said, rage encroaching on the edges of my vision.
As she walked to the door, she turned around. “I have said too much already. We shall meet again. By then I’m certain you’ll have figured it out for yourself. Au revoir my love.”
And with that, she left. I stormed out after I paid my bill for the coffee and began smoking.
“HOW?! HOW DAMN IT?! HOW DO YOU KILL SOMEONE WHO EATS OTHERS TO SURVIVE?!" I screamed as I crossed the street.
I wanted to crawl into a ball and wither away. If this so-called “Alice” was my only hope in defeating The Red Queen, then I sure as hell hoped he could help me figure it out…
Otherwise we’d all be doomed.