The ALICE Program (Big Hero 6 Fanfic) (Book 2) 《COMPLETED ✔️》

13| Psychotic Mind

Psychotic Mind

Code Name: Mad Hatter

Birth name: Amanda Watson

Age: Twenty one

Mad Hatter picked petals off a flower, not caring that what she was doing was harmful to the poor plant that had once been part of a glorious flowerbed. The red petals fell to the pavement as she picked them, a thought sticking in her mind like glue to paper.

"It's a shame." she began, her voice almost quiet like a mouse and her eyes glazed over with no sign of emotion. "I used to love planting flowers when I was at school, we'd always win all the major competitions for 'Best School Garden' in the country, but looking back on it, it really wasn't the best- it was hideous. I could do a better job with lining guns on a stack of shelves."

Mad Hatter threw the green stem to the ground, watching as it was trampled on by people who passed the streets.

'Naturists won't be happy with me if they ever find out about that. What do I care? It's just a flower, more will grow eventually.'

Life meant nothing to her anymore; her views on it were blackened by the darkness of her own heart. If she killed, so be it. If something died, so be it. It didn't affect her, she'd become accustomed to it a long time ago. Assassin life wasn't easy, it was far from being easy, but somehow she managed to make it work. Mad Hatter pulled her hood over her head as a chill shivered up her spine because of the breeze, turning a corner and ignoring a homeless man who asked for money.

"I don't have time for that." she said to herself, her boots splashing in a puddle of water. The young woman stopped to take some time to breath, but a gruff voice caught her attention and she looked up with a scowl, seeing a slightly aging man with grey in his hair.

"No need for the attitude, I just wanted to get past. Jeez, some people in this city..."

Mad Hatter scoffed, wishing she could just reach for a rock and throw it at the guy's head, but part of her didn't feel like doing it, and she didn't know what was stopping her. Reaching into her pocket, her hand caught hold of an energy bar and after unwrapping it, she took a bite with relief.

"I forgot i'd brought that with me. I was starving. I knew I should have eaten this morning. Oh well, what's done is done I suppose."

Mad Hatter didn't detect any signs of any familiar faces and signed, having to put her mission hold for the time being. That didn't mean she was going to stop until she got what she wanted, oh no, she was never going to stop. Revenge was the only thing on her mind, and she wanted the person who had caused her pain to disappear from the face of the Earth. No one would care if she 'tragically passed on'.

'Her grandparents have already done that for me. Gotta admit, I wasn't expecting them to die the way they did, they always seemed so healthy. They were good people too, i'll miss 'em, I really will. Ha! As if i'd miss them!'

Her heart of stone was one that couldn't be changed by influence. If she wanted to change, she would have had to go through numerous sessions of therapy and furthermore, serve a prison sentence for the amount of crimes she had committed. Murder was the main one, but it wasn't as if she was the one actually responsible for it happening. It was her employers that gave her the job, all she did was carry it out. They were the ones who were responsible, not her.

•-• •-• •-• •-•

Evie prepared a light meal for herself. Salad and chicken pieces with ranch dressing. It was a simple meal, but basic meals were better than nothing. The TV was on, and she found herself watching an episode from a widely popular show she had heard some people at SFIT rave about earlier in the day. If she was honest, it was actually rather enjoyable.

"Grandpa used to make such good food, i'm glad I brought his recipe book with me, I feel like he's still here with me. Grandma made great food too; I can still smell the raspberry pancakes she'd make in the summer."

Evie's shoes were perfectly placed on the bottom shelf, her petite bare feet resting on a baby blue footrest that matched the sofa she was sitting on. It was in need of some repair, the sunflower had worn slightly over the years, but it was nothing a needle and thread and her artistic skills couldn't fix. It was just finding the time to do so that she would have to consider.

Pausing the TV, Evie went to wash the dishes. She didn't like clutter, (a trait she inherited from her grandmother) it made her feel squeamish and it only brought annoyance to her when someone didn't place something back where it originally belonged, which was most probably the OCD kicking in. Once everything was clean and put back into place, she sighed. Her palms rested against the kitchen counter, her nails lightly touching the surface.

The thought of being the kitchen took her back to when she was young, four or five years old if she could remember rightly.

•-• •-• •-• •-•

"Oh, Evie, what happened?"

"I-I fell! It really hurts, Grandpa!"

"Don't worry, sweetheart, Grandpa will take care of it. Let's see, where does Grandma keep the first aid box...ah, there it is."

Grandpa Loubelle opened the red box, rummaging for a band aid until he came across one. He set it to the side, getting a cloth and soaking it with some water.

"This might sting a little, sweet pea, but it'll help, okay?"

"Uh-huh."

Grandpa Loubelle lightly cleaned the wound, frowning when he heard his granddaughter cry out from the pain slightly. Poor thing, he wished he could take her pain away and be the one hurting instead. Finishing, he placed the band-aid on her knee and gently kissed her forehead in apology.

"I'm sorry, sweetie. You know Grandpa would never hurt you on purpose, right?"

"I know." Evie said, hugging her grandfather tight. "I love you, Grandpa. Thanks for fixing me up."

Grandpa Loubelle chuckled, hugging his granddaughter back.

"I love you too, Evie. Your Grandma and I always will. You mean more to us than life itself."

~End of flashback~

There were times were Evie thought she was a total psychopath. With the constant voice in her head telling her she wasn't good enough, it was hard to open up to people (especially on the odd chance someone would actually want to help her). Help hadn't come easy to her over the years, there was no particular person she could confide in other than the good side of her conscience, and even that sounded insane. Secrets were what Evie lived on, and she wasn't sure whether or not that would change. It had become so familiar to her now, that she didn't even know if she could let it go when or if the time called for her to.

Life for Evie was difficult; she had become certain of that a long, long time ago. The sights, the sounds...the atmosphere, it was still fresh in her mind after nearly three years of being freed from the wretched place that was known as ELEMENT Industries. Sometimes, she questioned herself, wondered if she could have done more to help the people who had sadly lost their lives to the desires and imagination Gregory Callaghan had. A morbid mind was one way to describe his ways, even she didn't know what went through it during that dark time.

'Maybe he's rotting in prison, thinking about his crimes. Or, he's getting help...I don't think that man could ever be changed, he's evil...an evil, evil man that I never, ever want to see again.'

The Canadian's eyes wandered to her wrist, and after gently lifting the sleeve of her shirt up, she stared at the branded mark that lied upon the top of the tender flesh that was once free from markings. It hadn't been tainted.

#Wave

Wave. An ocean wave, the element that she could control. It would always be there, there was no denying anyone of that. Gifted? Essentially. A monster?

That's all she would ever be in her eyes.