Alex's Wonderland

Chapter 1

Exploring The Wonderland

A large garden greeted his eyes. All around it, people were bustling around, planting flowers and picking weeds. The amount of energy in there was far too large for him to comprehend at the moment, but he still decided to go see why everyone was being ever so energetic at this time of day. He stepped into the garden, and at once, every eye was on him. The faces of these people all had a design. Hearts, spades, diamonds, clubs, they were a pack of cards! Not knowing what to do he slowly backed up, going through the doorway once again. The people all took a step forwards, which Alex thought was odd. He took a step to the side, and once more they copied him. He did the experiment a few times, and they followed his movement each time. Not taking his eyes off of them, he grabbed the door handle, and closed the door on the odd sight.

But when he turned around, he beheld an even odder sight to him. The empty hall was now filled with darkness and many more doors. The only thing giving light to the room was a single, floating orb near the ceiling from where he fell. Or at least, he thought he fell from up there, as there was now no hole. Walking forwards, he decided to try and open another door. He chose a red one with the design of a black spade on it. He tried opening it. Locked. The next door he chose was a green door with the design of a club on it. He tried opening it. Locked. Door after door he tried. All were differently coloured and had either a diamond, heart, spade, or club on it. And all were locked. The last door he could see was light blue with a darker blue diamond on it. That was the only door who's symbol was a colour. All the others had black symbols. This had to be the door. It was different than all the others. His hand was shaking as he reached out for the handle of the final door. The moment his finger touched it, a searing pain went through the back of his hand as a blue diamond was burnt into it, along with the words:

"Meet the final Alice, everyone. Be nice..."

The word ALICE, though, was written in his own blood. It wasn't burnt into his skin, that word was cut into his skin. Alex stared at the confusing message for a moment, trying to figure it out. When he gave up on decoding the message, he raised his eyes to where the door was. Only, there was no door. Looking around, he realized that there was no anything. He was surrounded in pitch blackness. The only thing there that existed were him, and a rectangular hole which led to some odd tie-dye land swirling with an even more menacing presence than the black world he was in now. He collapsed, unable to take the madness.

What will become of me? I don't know where I am and the only thing here is this portal thing, and me. Should I go though it? Even though I have no idea what it is, it may just get me out of here. I honestly think I've tested my luck enough for one day, but it may just be the only way out...

All of these thoughts coursed through his head, jumbling him up even more than before. He stood up, shaking like a leaf, and took a step forwards into the odd portal. Just like that, everything around him was whirled into substance. As the sky, ground, and surroundings all took a form, he found himself in the middle of a dark forest. The path he was standing on was lit with little glowing mushrooms that were lining it. Alex started walking. He stopped to look behind him, but what he saw made him immediately regret it. A large wall of horror-contorted faces was following him, making return impossible. He decided to block that image from his mind and continue walking forwards. It seemed like hours until he reached a fork in the road. There was a sign with two arrows pointing at each path. The arrow pointing right had a picture of a building that resembled an orphanage. The sign pointing left had a picture of, what seemed to Alex, a symbol from the second world war. It reminded him of a swastika at least. That path seemed a little more ominous than that of an orphanage, so he took the path of the building. About five minutes down the path, he realized that the wall of twisted faces was no longer following him. He continued on. When he reached the building, it wasn't what he expected. The building was not an orphanage. It was a house. In the front lawn, a long table was set up with items for tea. At the table were two people. They were surrounding only one corner though. As if his presence woke them, they jerked their heads up, beckoning him to join them.