Chap 10

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I was panting, in shock, no idea what to say or do. He was just starting at me with that crooked smile, almost like he was in a daze. A day dream. It wore off soon enough. He shook his head as his grin disappeared. Then his eyes reconnected with mine and the maniac like smirk returned. "Oh, I'm terrible sorry for scaring you, my dear." His voice was bizarrely deep, scratchy. He raised his can and held it half way with his fingers on the left. He offered me his right hand, the black on his long nails shining. I started up at him as he smiled down at me. I hesitatingly rested my hand in his, making him grin as he pulled me to my feet. He didn't release my limb though. His smile was crooked as he dropped his viper can and took my fingers in both his hands. His blue eyes shone as he rose my hand to his face. "Forgive me for my terrible manners, I am The Mad Hatter. But you can call me Hatter." He placed his mouth gently on my knuckles, his lips cold to the touch. I grew tingly and shivery as the kiss on my hand lingered for a moment before he released me completely. I should run, but I couldn't help but fix my stare on him with a smile. "Hatter?" I repeated. His crooked, manic grin appeared. "Yes, Mis. Y/N. Hatter." That's when I stumbled back in alarm as I frowned. "H-how do you know my name?" Hatter frowned too, then let out a cackle. A crazy, loud one that echoed. "Oh dear, oh dear. That will never do!" I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. "What won't do?" Hatter didn't answer my question, he simply turned his back on me and stepped on the viper head of his cane which lay on the ground violently. The stick flew into the air before returning to it's master's right hand. He looked over his shoulder at me with that crazy grin. "Come along!" He grabbed my hand and began to pull me roughly. "Where are we going?" I asked as I held the skirt of my dress. "Going to see some old friends. They'll trigger memory!" Trigger my memory? I sighed in confusion as the mad man tugged me along.
Y/N means your name

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