Into the Looking Glass: A Modern Alice in Wonderland

This is Ch. 5....I think... XP

Okay guys, sorry it's so late, i had strep throat for the longest time -_- enjoy :)

When I woke up to the afterlife, I found that it was dark, moist, and smelled like rabbit shit. I’m accustomed to the smell, from walking through the woods with Alphonse, where they live.

I would’ve wrinkled my nose, but I was too exhausted, confused, and cold to do anything other than shiver and draw in gasps. My eyes were closed, but even without them open I could tell that I was in some sort of dark, shitty small place. It was cold, and moist, and from my shivering I concluded that the earth beneath me was mud.

As my body tried to warm itself up with shivering, my mind started to wake up too. I remembered vivid flashes of the grey sky as water closed over my head, the suffocating burning feeling of the air in my lungs, and the hot hate that rushed through my veins at the black shark eye staring down at my drowning form.

I then realized, finally, that if I was breathing I wasn’t dead, as I thought. I also realized that, sometime in my flashbacks, I’d opened my eyes. There was no difference between them shut or open, but since I was finally coming back to my senses, I could hear other noises besides my pounding heartbeat.

There was a dripping noise from above me, and the reason why I was so cold was because I was lying in a pool of wet earth, from the cold water dripping down beside me. I started shaking more, not only from cold, but from fear as my mind fully woke up.

Where the bloody hell was i!?! Some sort of dark place underground? A torture chamber? A grave?

I blinked again, and stopped breathing through my mouth so I could hear the other noise in the vicinity. I froze as I heard the familiar deep, raspy breathing, and I felt the hate warm me again.

I sat up in the mud suddenly, blind but burning with hate too much to succumb to my fear. I crawled over to the sound of the raspy breathing, now having another coughing fit. Before I could reach her, and possibly throttle her in my anger, there was a gritty sound, and then another. A flame suddenly burst into life in front of me, and I paused in my frantic crawling to adjust my eyes. When I blinked again, the match was out but a candle was lit, the white translucent wax glowing with the colours of the flame.

The candle illuminated the holder, who was also the source of my anger, confusion, and hate. The shark eye blinked at me, auburn hair wet and stringy in the candlelight. I was suddenly furious at the calm expression on her face, like she kidnapped people daily and shoved them into drainage hole or something in a freezing pond, then left them in a fucking grave to wake up and wonder if they were dead-

“You can yell at me later,” her voice broke my struggles to figuring what to curse her with first, “But first we need ta get through the tunnel. You never know what’s listening in the darkness, nowadays.” There was a hint of nostalgia in her voice, but I was too mixed up with emotions to care.

She stood up, and I was at first surprised at height of….I guess it was a tunnel. That would explain the damp, musty air, but it still didn’t explain the rabbit shit.

I stood up too, and was even angrier as I realized that I was covered in mud, soaking wet, and reeking of rabbit shit. I guess some of that wasn’t mud after all.

In the flickering candlelight, I could spot the little, dark round feces, and a mound was squished into a mud puddle where the outline of my body was. My face flushed with embarrassment and disgust, but I was too furious to care about the shit on me.

The girl had started walking forward, taking the light with her. I raced up to her, and she turned to the sound of my slapping footsteps, just to be slammed against the tunnel wall by me.