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Cara in Wonderland	By : amskitty214 Category: Titles in the Public Domain > Alice in Wonderland Views: 4897 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work fiction, based on the Alice in Wonderland book series.

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Author's note: Thank you all for reading. I'm Alex. I just wanted to get this out there so I wouldn't be bothered later. I do use a few lines from the actual Alice in Wonderland, and in no way, shape, or form am I even remotely implying that I own them or are using them maliciously.

Also, some of the themes in this story are not intended for anyone under the age of 18, because it is meant to be dark, gory, and disturbing. If this is not for you, please turn away now. I accept constructive criticism and advice. Flame at your own risk of sounding stupid.

Cara in Wonderland, how do you get to Wonderland?
Over the hill or underland, or just behind the tree?
When clouds go rolling by, they roll away and leave the sky.
Where is the land beyond the eye, the people can not see, where can it be?
Where do stars go, where is the grass that's blue?
They must be somewhere in the sunny afternoon.
Cara in Wonderland, where is the path to Wonderland?
Over the hill or here or there, I wonder where.

A white rabbit...? How strange in this season...Cara thought. She stood from her position at the base of a large tree and brushed the dirt off of her dress. A sudden wind blew and Cara looked in the direction it was blowing only to see the rabbit, sitting and looking at her with large greenish eyes.

“Why, Mr. Rabbit, must you entice me so? You stand out very much here, where the weather is dark but you glow like the moon. Go home, Mr. Rabbit,” Cara said softly, not knowing whether or not to believe the rabbit could understand her. It seemed so…understanding.
The rabbit moved toward her. Slowly it moved, but surely did it decrease the distance between them. The wind blew again and Cara pushed her hair behind her shoulders and ears.
When Cara reached out to touch the rabbit, it began hopping away, but not fast as if scared, but slow like it wanted her to follow. Taking the hint from the odd white rabbit, Cara began to follow, through woods, plains, grasses, and into a cave. Cara had to crawl on her knees to be able to fit, and it was pitch black inside, rendering her blind.
“I probably shouldn’t be doing this…” Cara said to herself. She shook her hair out of her face and kept crawling through the dark tunnel. “Mother is going to be wor-Ah!”
The first sensation of falling she felt was the tumbling of her stomach. After a moment, Cara realized she wasn’t falling fast at all. In fact, she fell as if she was floating gently downward. It was then that she opened her eyes and looked at the strange scenery around her, flying up as she went down.
The walls shimmered and shifted, glowing and fading. Objects such as antique chairs, books, candles, and the like floated past Cara, and once, a chair floated under her, appearing as though it wanted her to sit on it, rocking slowly until it rocked a little too much and she began to fall again.
Suddenly, softly, Cara landed upon a pile of twigs and leaves, misplaced as they were for the room she was in was painted regally, with gold and red and dark brown woods. The ceiling, however long the fall may have seemed, was only about ten feet higher than her head, and no holes or strange floating objects could be seen.
She walked into a room in which the door shut behind her of its own accord. She found herself in a large, round hall where the ceiling hung low and doors adorned the walls. When she tried to open them, they were all locked. Sadly, Cara walked to the center of the room, wondering how she’d ever get out again.
Suddenly she came upon a clear glass table, with three legs and about the height of her waist. Nothing was on it save for a tiny golden key, which at first Cara thought was to one of the many doors along the walls, but after a moment she realized it was much too small to fit in any of them. Looking around the room again, though, she noticed a low curtain she’d either not noticed or paid no attention to before; behind it was a tiny door about fifteen inches high with a tiny keyhole. To her delight when she tried the key in the hole, it fit, and the tiny little door squeaked open.
She got down onto her knees and peeked into what lay beyond the door. A beautiful sunshine shown down upon the loveliest garden Cara had ever seen.
“If only I could go into the garden…” Cara mused to herself, standing straight and pushing out imaginary wrinkles in her dress. She turned around and much to her surprise, on the small table a glass bottle with a corked lid and a tag tied around its neck had appeared. Cara picked it up and watched the red liquid slosh around inside it, then read the label: “DRINK ME”.
“Curious…” Cara said quietly, turning the bottle in her hands. She’d read stories where children got kidnapped and poisoned because they’d forgotten one simple rule of caution from their friends or parents. She knew, with liquids and such, that if it was marked ‘poison’, it would surely disagree with you, sooner or later. This bottle, however, wasn’t marked ‘poison’, or anything at all for that matter, so, curious as she was, Cara took a small sip. Quickly she recapped the bottle and felt her bones contracting and the room was growing larger and larger. Or, it seemed she was growing much smaller.
“Oh! The garden!” Cara exclaimed, turning tail and heading for the tiny door she’d been much too large to fit through before. The door, however, was closed and locked again, much to her dismay. Pouting with her hands on her hips, Cara turned and looked up through the glass of the table at the tiny key she’d set back down moments before. “But the key is all the way up there, and I have no way to reach it!”
She backed up a little and felt her legs hit something solid. “Oh!” A box about the size of a chair had appeared behind her, made of clear glass and filled to the lid with cookies, each with a frosting message upon them: “EAT ME”.
Seeing no harm in just having a taste, and just as well the cookie gave clear instructions, Cara took a bite of one. Instantly, she felt herself growing larger, back to her original size.
“Oh, joy!” Cara grabbed the tiny key and put it carefully into the pocket of her apron, raising the bottle of not-poison to her lips once more, shrinking to the appropriate size of the door. She took the key from her pocket and unlocked the door, breathing in the fresh flowery scent of the garden.
Walking upon the springy green grass, surrounded by tall, flowery hedges, Cara hummed a pleasant tune. At a point, she passed a rose bush occupied by the most beautiful white roses, all except one, which was a deep, crimson red.
“How curious! A red rose among the whitest roses I’ve ever seen!” Cara reached her hand out to touch it, ever careful of the thorns; however, the thorns weren’t what worried her when she retracted her hand. What worried her was the blood that coated her fingers, still sticky and warm, and the fact that it was why that particular rose was the same sickly crimson.
Eyes wide and positively frightened, Cara stumbled back, holding her soiled fingers from her, staring from her fingers to the offending flower. It was once she backed up that she realized that that particular bush was the only one with any white flowers still on it. All of the rest along the hall of rose-hedges were dark, bloody red.
Cara felt a stinging behind her eyes but tears did not come, for her tear ducts seemed to have been frozen, as her eyes hadn’t closed; she was terrified of what she might find behind her eyelids.
Something fell upon her head. Cara looked up and much to her surprise, a pair of feet hung before her. Upon backing up, she realized those feet were indeed attached to a body, of which had no arms, and no head for that matter, and it seemed to be floating in midair. A large, curvy “C” was carved deeply into the nude chest of the obviously female corpse, which was still fresh as it was dripping quite liberally onto the white roses below it, now turned red.
A deep chill ran through Cara’s body as she stared at the mutilated body.
Quickly, frantically, wild blue eyes gazed about above the bloody hedges, taking in each and every one of the dismembered bodies, each one just as gory and just as violated as the next, and all of them…women. Above the patch of pearly white roses, however, was there a space, waiting to be filled with another dripping, ‘C’-marked body.

So distressed was she by this twisted, enchanted, cadaver-filled garden, the poor, lonely girl didn’t feel the scream that tore its way out of her throat, only aware of the darkness that engulfed her and threatened to swallow.

Author's note: Hi, Alex here again. :] I really want to know what you all think of this one. I started it a while back and I really want to hear some of your thoughts. I want to know how I am for writing macabre! :D Peace out!
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