Wicked Wonderland

Part 4

As the soft rays of the sun shined down on Alec's small form he softly blinked his eyes open. He felt warm arms wrapped around him as he rolled over. Apparently, Peter must've fallen asleep when he sang Alec the lullaby. 

Alec couldn't help but smile at his papa's loving nature. 

As Alec sat up stretching his limbs he noticed Chester leaning against the door frame; muscular arms crossed across his chest. He smiled softly at Alec and Peter. "He loves you more than you know Alec... We both do."

Alec smiled, "I know daddy. I love you both too..." Alec's smile turned into a frown. The events of the past few hours going through his mind. He was confused and lost. 

'What was his life like before Peter and Chester brought him here? Why did he have no memories of this 'Wonderland' place? What were his real parents like? What's going to happen once they return to Wonderland? Will he be strong enough to defeat his uncle?'

Peter noticed the change in Alec's face, "Alec, no matter what happens we will always protect you. You're a strong person and we will be here to help you through this."

Alec nodded, "Thank you, daddy." He took a deep breath and stood from the bed. "Let's do this."

Once everyone was ready Chester lead them down into the basement of their home. He walked over to something large laying against the far back wall; covered in a dusty old sheet. He reached up a pulled off the sheet in one swift tug. Behind the sheet was a huge, old mirror. 

Alec looked confused, "I thought you said we had to go through a doorway?"

Chester shook his head, "Not all doorways have doors. Remember this Alec, in Wonderland, things are never always as they seem." Without saying another word he walked into the mirror. 

Alec couldn't believe his eyes. He knew the wall behind the mirror was solid as a rock, and he just watched as Chester stepped into the mirror, then disappeared. 

"Impossible." He didn't even realize he spoke when March chuckled lightly.

"Nothing is ever impossible, just improbable." He said over his shoulder as he too disappeared into the mirror.

Peter waited patiently beside Alec, knowing it was a lot to take in. Then he nodded his head towards the mirror as he looked to Alec, "Are you, ready sweetie?"

Alec nodded as he stepped forward into the mirror.

Alec suddenly felt as if his body was floating. The world around him seemed to bleed together. Colors and shapes all mixing and swirling about, no longer making any sense. He felt dizzy, or maybe high? 

Alec knows what being high felt like. He wasn't innocent. He had experimented as a freshman in high school with his 'friends'. Or rather a bunch of really hot seniors who thought he was too sexy to be a guy. 

They dared him to suck their dicks to see if they could get hard with a guy. Sure enough, Alec was a professional in that department. True he was still technically a virgin; never actually taking anyone's dick in his ass, but he was very good at giving head. They liked his expert mouth skills so much that they requested his services often. They would give him shotguns of marijuana and have make-out sessions. 

This feeling now was almost euphoric; erotic even. Alec didn't want this sensation to end, but as soon as he started to enjoy it, it stopped and he landed on the ground with a hard thud. 

He winced in pain and he tried to stand up. His eyes went wide when he noticed where he was. He was in a small square room covered in black and white tile from floor to ceiling. There were three doors in front of him. Each is a different size. He watched as Chester inspected one of the doors. 

"I don't remember there being three doors." He said as he turned to March who was standing near Alec.

March shrugged his shoulders, "You've been gone for a long time, Lord Vladimir has changed a lot of things since then." 

Peter finally showed up and walked over to Chester. "Well, which door is it?" He asked  March in a calm voice. 

Marched pointed at the middle door. Peter and Chester walked over to the door he pointed to. 

Chester pulled a strange-looking key from his pocket and placed it in the keyhole of the door. He turned the key and an audible click was heard as the door unlocked. Chester turned the doorknob and pushed the door open. Inside it was pitch black. Chester looked back at March who just shrugged his shoulders.

Not knowing what to expect Chester told Peter and Alec to stay put as he walked into the darkness. Suddenly the door slammed behind him and Peter yelled in terror.

Alec tried to run towards the door to see if he could get it open, but March grabbed his wrist in a tight hold. 

Alec turned to him to ask him what the hell he was doing, but Alec noticed his face had changed. It was no longer the scared man he saw before he was someone completely different. This man wore a long dark cloak with his hood over his head. His face was visible, but it scared the hell out of Alec. It was mangled and scarred and he had an eyepatch over his right eye.

He smiled wickedly at the horror that took over Alec's face. "Who are you?! Let go of me!" 

The grip on Alec's wrist only tightened as he struggled to pull away from the terrifying man. 

Peter noticed Alec's panicked yells and turned to see what was happening. His eyes turned dark as he saw the man Alec was struggling against. 

Peter launched himself in their direction. "Let him go, knave!" 

The knave chuckled darkly as he brought Alec to his chest, unsheathed his sword, and held it to his throat. Peter stopped abruptly in his attack in fear for Alec's life. 

The knave smiled wickedly, knowing all too well Peter was no fool. "I always knew you were a soft, little bunny." He leaned down and buried his face in Alec's hair; inhaling deeply. "Too bad I have to hand you over to Lord Vladimir, you would look so lovely spread across my bed, little prince." He growled softly into Alec's ear. 

Alec couldn't help but whimper at the man's dark lust-filled voice. He was so scared he didn't know what to do. 

The man dragged him over to what seemed to be the correct door and opened it. Alec in a moment of panic tried to struggle. "P-please. Let m-me go. Please, d-don't..." Before he could beg anymore the knave brought the hilt of his sword to the back of his head and brought it down hard. Alec went limp as darkness tried to overcome him. The knave then quickly sheathed it and picked the boy up bridal style. 

Peter trying once again to stop the knave was too late as he slammed the door behind him and bolted it shut on the other side. 

Before Alec passed out completely he heard what sounded like the knave yelling out in pain and his body being flung from his arms. A soft voice melted into his ears as he succumbed to the darkness. 

"It's ok now my love. You've finally come back to me. I won't let anyone hurt you. I'm here now. I promise to never let you go. I will not fail you...again."