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A Black Alice.

Violet roses now dotted around the interior of the cart and the floor was a beautiful burgundy. Black lace fell from the tops of the windows to add some privacy. The intricate designs in the lace wove around like an appealing spiders web. The roof and walls were decked out in black and I instantly felt more at ease. 

Grim was fast asleep with his head resting on the fake black roses, petals were crushed underneath the pressure he was putting on them with his face. Giggles turned into laughter as Grim's face was bumped by the cart and he ended up hitting his head off the window. Laughter exploded into hysterics after I saw the confusion plastered all over the poor reaper's face.

"Avi..." A mixture of regret and relief were strung across his face. Regret at falling asleep and leaving me alone to do whatever I wanted. Relief at not having to deal with the fuschia anymore. "Are you nervous?"

A short humph left my mouth and I shifted my body to face away from him. "Yes."

Black smoke hung over me like an omen. Fear tore at my brain and dismantled my body whilst I tried as hard as I could to keep a calm face. Breathe. The world outside looked monochrome with specks of randomly placed colour. The colours bounced about in a disorganised way and pain arose in my chest. "Grim? Gri-"

The skin was hanging off Grim's face and an eye hung out of its socket. Blood was splattered from the floor to the ceiling and my dress was torn. Long harsh rips of the fabric was missing, my hair was down and matted in a way I would never let happen. Knives were sticking out the wall next to my head. My breathing had hitched and the corset wasn't helping. 

Terror was having fun messing with my body like I was just a small ragdoll in the hands of a puppeteer. Shutting my eyes tight, I screamed for help - for somebody...

Anyone.

Strong hands gripped my shoulders and wrenched me from the awful sights I had seen. "Avi, Avi relax. You're safe. You're safe. What happened?"

Wet tears puddled below my eyes as I tried to get my voice to work. I felt choked by the boa constrictor in my body. It had sunk its teeth into my heart, poisoning my body with fear. The kind of fear that stops your heart without a second of warning.

"Sir, Ma'am, we have arrived." The crackle of the servant guiding the horses broke through my fear. 

"Let us go then. Shall we, Grim, my dear friend." The fake smile on my face quickly evaporated into a smile full of mischievous excitement.

"Not afraid anymore?"

"I simply had an odd vision but perhaps it's because I feel like I'm falling down a hole."

"Don't worry, I'll be your black rabbit."

"An alice is still scared of the unknown, black or otherwise."

"I won't be long Avi."

"Nor will I reaper."