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Raul had never been one to believe in ghost stories or fairy-tales, or anything supernatural in general. No, he was one of those people rational to a fault, and it didn't help at all that he was studying financing at college. In spite of this, lately he could not help but feel that, somehow, he was being watched. This, of course, seemed extremely irrational since there was absolutely no proof or reason to support it. Shaking his head with a sarcastic half-smirk, Raul decided to take a stroll in the park opposite his university, if only to clear his head. It was nightfall, and the final rays of sunlight scattered pitifully on the grass as Raul walked aimlessly among the trees. His sharply blue eyes lit up as he found a young woman, whom he didn't remember seeing before, occupying the usually empty bench hidden between two large willows. From his angle, all Raul could make out was the glorious red hair cascading wildly over her shoulders, a cute little braid, and a lovely green top hat laced in black. Glancing around to make sure they were alone, Raul decided that some fun away from his sometimes dull girlfriend Kristine wouldn't harm anyone. Plastering a charming smile on his face, Raul strolled up confidently to the fiery-haired beauty.
The girl turned to face him and Raul's smile widened. Her skin was pale and looked soft and delicate, her perfectly-shaped lips an alluring shade of red, and the smoky eyes. Those pale green orbs were of a much lighter shade than her hat, like that of a cat, mint green, almost glowing in the dark.
The shy little thing shook her head, and Raul took the chance to look her over. Slim, medium height, a long emerald green coat, black boots, large hand bag, and an extravagant-looking top hat.
Alice blinked.
Raul whistled silently.
He was quite proud to see the first grin appear on Alice's face at his not-so-subtle suggestion. Taking that as a yes, he held out a hand for her to take and together they walked towards his flat. He knew that Kristine would not be there until much later, so he was in no fear of getting caught mid-act. He could have his quick fun with lovely Alice and THEN his girlfriend. Unlocking the door, Raul motioned for her to get in before closing the door behind them.
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His first feeling after returning to consciousness was ropes tight around him, making it impossible to move no matter how hard he tried. Telling himself to stay calm and analyse the situation, Raul carefully opened his eyes to find that he was still in his home…and he was bound to a chair beside his dining table. He tried to free himself, but in vain. Raising his head a bit more, he gasped as he saw Kristine at the opposite of the long table, also bound and seemingly unconscious. He was confused even as he forced down the panic. What the hell happened, and where is…
Raul froze, not daring to turn his head as the clicking of heels grew near. From the corner of his eyes he could see a blur of purple, green, and…red. Crimson red hair. Raul felt a chill run through him. And there she was. Alice in her green top hat, but in a different outfit. Red high-heeled boots, pencil pants stripped with green and black, green vest laced in black, purple shirt buttoned all the way up, and black-and-green collar with a…pink ribbon? It seemed so out of place that Raul could not help but stare even in his situation. And how did he not notice that she was flat-chested? Raul shook his head. No, this couldn't be happening. It just couldn't be! It would be ridiculous if he and his girlfriend were threatened by some random, frail girl!
Swallowing, Raul tried,
A scratchy shrill laughter cut him off and he could not hold back a wince.
Mouth dry with fear, Raul managed to ask,
Alice – no, the Madder Hatter's green eyes darkened with an unknown emotion. Raul held his breath. Had he asked the wrong question? No God no…
Raul nodded frantically even though he had no idea what the psycho was talking about. His eyes widened as he suddenly noticed the three tea sets laid out on the table – his grandma gave him those! – what the hell, were they really going to have tea or something?! Right then, Kristine stirred, letting out a groan. Raul let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. With Kristine awake, the psycho would not pay much attention to him, right? Maybe he could find a way out of this after all…
Raul's heart beat like a drum, his mind racing. Was that what she wanted? If he followed her rules and played her game, maybe she'd let him go… That had to be it! What else could she want? Any logical person would come to the conclusion that, in a situation like this, a sacrifice was called for. So… Sorry, Kristine. There was no other option.
Taking a deep breath, Raul nodded as calmly as he could.
Kristine visibly shook, tears of despair streaming down her face. Raul looked away.
Madder Hatter's laughter shook the room. She laughed so hard that she doubled over and almost fell off the table.
Raul didn't dare breathe as Madder Hatter slid off the table, pausing at his chair for a few seconds and, as if making a decision, skipped to Kristine who was sobbing uncontrollably. Raul almost laughed out in relief. Was he losing his mind?
Raul's mouth opened and closed soundlessly, like a goldfish out of water. His breath hitched in his throat as the red red gash on Kristine's throat continued to bleed crimson. The white tablecloth was stained red. Everything was red… But not a drop landed on Madder Hatter. How could she not be bloody all over? Raul's mind was a haze and he watched stupidly as Hatter took out another pair of scissors. Silver. Rimmed with red. Too sharp…
Madder Hatter giggled at him.
A pair of scissors in each hand, Madder Hatter slowly cut through Kristine's neck with a twisted smile and twisted gentleness. ''Kazza…kazza''…
Raul began to vomit. He wished he had closed his eyes… He wished… He wished… God, if you're up there!
Humming the tune of London Bridge, Madder Hatter easily sewed the hat onto Kristine's scalp.
Raul was at a loss for words. But he had to try, he HAD to…! Maybe Hatter would let him go? She already killed Kristine… It was gruesome… He should beg… Yes, beg…
Dark laughter filled his ears. Madder Hatter's amused voice drew nearer, nearer.
Raul's eyes snapped open, and he regretted it. He regretted being born into this world. He regretted hoping. He regretted everything.
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Madder Hatter sipped the still warm tea with a smile, sighing in content as the aroma of tea mixed perfectly with the metallic smell of blood that hang heavily in the air.
Chuckling, Hatter finished his tea, scrubbed the rim of the tea cup clean with a towel, before carefully placing it back onto the table. Admiring the artistic scene he created one last time, Hatter strolled to the door with a Cheshire grin. Before he stepped out of the flat, he took out an antique locket hanging by a silver chain on his neck, previously hidden under his shirt. Opening it with a click, Hatter stared down at the words carved on the inside. The initials ''S.H''. and ''M.H''. were joined by ∞ the symbol of eternity.
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A sudden chill ran down his spine as a giggly voice sounded from behind him.
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