Teaparty Of Insanity

The wingless bird

"White rabbit, white rabbit, now where have you gone?" chimed one of the Woman's thoughts.

      Where could he have gone this time? the Womans thoughts ran. Just then, she caught a flash of  something white scurry across her upper right vision. She looked up and watched as the elusive white rabbit, whom she had been expecting nervously glanced around. He examined  his clock while his eyes never seemed to stop darting to and fro, until he hurriedly ran into a small patch of trees. The trees were lush, and greener the farther they lend into there mysterious and dark center. "Now into the forest we go~", thought the Woman, amused and letting out a slight chuckle. She was in a playful mood and then a question popped into her head. What color exactly was the rabbit? Perhaps as white as freshly fallen snow, or maybe that of a doves' delicate feathers. It could quite possibly be the color of milk, for the texture could be soft and creamy. Oddly enough, she had been seeing this friend of hers for well over five years and she never got more than a two second look at him. What a tricky rabbit he was.

      They continued dancing gracefully around the varies trees and shrubs. They consisted of maple and oak, the rest of them thorned, filled like pointed daggers or needles, ones that could harm the weak. She kept going, mind focused on where the rabbit stepped, until they cleared the small greenery. The scenery was still confined of small thorn bushes, and violet flowering shrubs that lend into a deserted parking lot.

     "Oh my ears and whiskers, how late it's getting!" Exclaimed the white rabbit, as he steadily upped his pace, dashing across the hard stone filled ground not making a noise. Now they were at a full run, the wind caressed her face, pushing back her long red locks of hair. The ground suddenly got rockier as they enter the parking lot, while the gravel made a Great, I won't be able to sneak up on Alice this time, Rose thought and became irrated. Stalking the unsuspecting nor possibly willing victim the Rabbit had chosen for this evening, a guest you may say. One of her favorite moments of her hunt not quite knowing what to expect, but she also loved the thrill of a watch, like a hungry wolf does to an unsuspecting fawn, helpless to its power, and it will have no point in a struggle, but it will always fight,, and the timid animals prayers inevitably go unanswered. 

     At the end of the huge parking lot, dimly lit by a flickering light soon to die out. It was quite possible this parking lot hadn't any any guests in quite some time. hidden in the shadow of a nearby building, possibly an old abandoned trinket store, Rose could make out through the darkness of the setting sun that there was only one car, rather small, and with possibly a window broken out, and rather beaten. The white as doves feathers Rabbit began to slow down approximately 45 yards away from it, the broken down car, as Rose slowed her pace as well, the White Rabbit had kept his eyes focused on his pocket watch. Rose had the same, and waited for the familiar signal that she knew. It didn't disappoint her, as she neared 15 yards from the vehicle, the clock abruptly halted. It was exactly at 7 o'clock. From inside the window, The crimson woman could slowly start recognizing features of a young female.

      She had dark brown hair that could be compared to rich chocolate, that fell down and lingered just above her  rather slim shoulders. She was slightly bend forward, in the driver seat, and appeared focused on a black blurred out object just out of view. At this point Rose was 10 feet away, and was making up her idea to get the girl out of her car, into her grasp, one no one had been able to escape from yet,  and into the dangerous night that Rose roamed. Rose drew her focus from her new Alice for a couple seconds, and noticed just in time the Rabbit disappear into darkness, blurred out slowly. She approached the window, and gave it a few the rather gentle taps on the window, her long blood red finger nails, tapping along on the dirt stained glass. Startled, the girl looked up, seemed to relax and lose her tension at the sight of the Woman, with a rather comforting smile covered on dark red lipstick, that she hadn't seen before, Green glowing eyes loomed at her, The Victorian ghost look alike didn't look harmful.  Rose watched as the girls hands jerked whatever she was holding out of view, and placed it under the seat.