Malice in Wonderland

They're all MAD here!

A/N: The narcoleptic rat of which you will read is my personal version of the dormouse.

Alice glanced behind her, whimpering at the crimson trail of blood that followed her. Turning back around, she started painfully at the sight before her.

She had encountered a maliciously grinning, raggedy, green-haired madman.

With a knife.

Weakly shrieking, the girl stumbled backwards and carelessly tripped over something that very faintly resembled an enormous sleeping rat. With what seemed like extreme reluctance, the languid beast rose from its place of slumber and snarled at the wounded girl who had disturbed his beauty sleep (which, Alice noted, he sorely needed). The thing bared its jagged red teeth in a yawn, and that, my dear reader, is when little Alice knew.

That is when she absolutely knew.

She would not be getting home again.

This place, whatever and wherever it was, was the embodiment of evil. There was no way out. Every single inch, of every single corner, of every single forest of this world was demented. The air was seething with hatred; the earth was bloodthirsty; the inhabitants- they were all mad here!

Alice knew she should give up- let the crazed clown with a smile cut into his cheeks chop her up and feed her to the somnolent rat. Nevertheless, humans are such resistant creatures, and while her mind screamed for her to lay down and take it like a man, her instincts forced her to make good use of the adrenaline that pumped through her wee body.