Be My Alice

Leo's Red Stalker

I'm okay. I'm okay. I'm. Okay.

I'm not okay. I'm NOT okay! I'M NOT OKAY!

The Krang is here! Here with me! Here in Wonderland! I'm in Wonderland! I'm Alice in Wonderland! I'm living in a FRICKING fairy tale!

So clearly, I'm not okay. I'm stuck in a different dimension with a killer alien which I know for sure is out for my blood. I've been unconscious for a whole week! The Krang could've been here longer than I have slowly spreading his territory and turning Wonderland into his new homeland.

I couldn't let it happen!

How to finish him off is the billion-dollar question.

"Why is a raven like a writing desk?"

I blinked. I looked over at Sam who was twirling a long needle between his fingers. "What?" I asked.

"Why is a raven like a writing desk?" the blonde Hatter asked again. What kind of question is that? It was so... random? Unexpected? Weird? Oh yeah, it was totally weird. "My father asked me when I started getting curious. The question got me baffled. I pondered and wondered. Wondered and pondered. Pondered and pondered. Wondered and wondered. Then I finally gave up and asked my father."

"What did he say?" I asked, curiously.

"He doesn't know. He told me the riddle to get out of his hat. It was a comfortable hat to sit in."

For some reason, I started to laugh. It wasn't that funny and yet the short story made me smirk a bit. I couldn't believe a short story had an impact. It made me feel better... even for a bit. I clutched the jacket close and inhaled the different smells of tea. The scent made me relax.

Our walk was quiet. For a guide, Sam didn't say much. I'm surprised he didn't ask about my home. I thought he'd be asking all sorts of questions. I guess he's got as much on his mind as I was. We finally got out of the forest and were greeted by a calm river. I had to cover my eyes with the brightness of the sun. How long were we in that forest? How does time work in this world?

"Are you alright?" I was also greeted by Sam's face. He's VERY close. "I could never tell how the Mocked Turtle became pale. I imagined their skin tone would be lighter. Your skin is like a mint color." He touched my cheek. I recalled our unintentional kiss not long ago. "Huh... now your face is a muddy cherry color. Fascinating."

I shoved the blonde's face away. "Alright, Prince Charming, if we're traveling together, we need to set some ground rules."

"Understandable. We are on the ground; ergo there should be rules. We need to update our progress whenever we go to a different area. Will the rules be the same or will they be different?"

I blinked before shaking my head. "Okay. Rules. They won't change no matter where we go."

"How complicated." How was that complicated?

"Whatever. Rule 1: Respect the six-foot rule. No one and I mean no one wants to see someone get close to their personal space. You may never know who will get you!"

"I am always on guard. I can snap their neck faster before they strike." The fact that he said it like it was no big deal baffled me.

"Right..." Sam did kill that plant monster with a top hat machine gun. Donnie would love that! Oh no... I'm getting homesick! Breathe, Leon! Focus on your goal! "Rule dos: questions are allowed BUT ask normal questions."

Sam tilted his head. "Normal? What defines normality?"

I shrugged. "I dunno. You're talking to a mutant turtle."