My breathing went so fast. I could hear the foot steps.
Step, step.
Cheshire disappeared. I ran forward, past the Hatter. I know it was risky, but, hey, I had an adrenaline rush.
I could hear him chasing me. The axe smashed on the ground next to me, and I yelped. He really was an insane killer.
I ran faster, and he swung the axe again. It grazed my arm. One more swing and he would have my arm off.
I veered off to the left, and he swung the axe. It smashed the ground, and sparks flew. My arm began hurting like hell. I looked at it, it was blurting crimson blood, all the way down mu arm. I grimaced, but kept running. I heard the Hatter behind me again, shizz.
I begged and prayed and wished with all my heart to be out of here, to see the White Queen's castle. But I was running right for it.
Wonderland began to rain.
I was soaked in seconds. I forgot everything and just stood at the castle entrance. I walked over to one of the pillars. It wasn't blood stained, it looked like it had just been cleaned a few seconds ago. I put my hand to it. I could feel magical energy on the inside of it. No... it couldn't be.....
The Hatter swung the axe.
I ducked, and the axe collided with the pillar. I fell in a puddle of water, which was freezing cold. Hatter lifted the axe and slashed down. I rolled to the side, completely covering myself in water and muck. I touched the pillar again, and a wave of energy coursed through my body.
I turned and punched the Hatter.
It wasnt a omg-nergh-girly punch either. It was a ah-you-psycho-punch that knocks them down and hurts your knuckles badly and sometimes breaks a nail.
"Ow! Ow, shizz balls!" My knuckles stung. The Hatter fell to the ground, and his axe clattered away. He was going to have a bruise there.
We looked at the axe at the same time, and I swear we had the same thought. Because we both charged for the axe. He had to stand up, which gave me a little advantage. We both sprinted for the axe, and reached it at the same time. I slipped a little, it was still raining hard, plastering my hair to my face. My clothes clung to my body, putting every curve of my body into detail. The Hatter registered surprise on his face when he looked at my chest, and even more surprise when I hit him with the axe. I had been training in self defence my whole life, and it really stood out. Maybe. He pulled out a knife that turned into a full-scale sword, and grinned at me.
"Not fair." I said through clenched teeth. I was better with swords, how many times had I used my fathers? But I swung the axe, and the metal clanged. It was a real battle moment, kind of like the ones I see in movies where they are fighting and it's raining. But this was real life. I could die right here, right now. Which is why I had to be on the defensive. I blocked his attacks with a manner that wouldn't normally be on a 'lady'. But I wasn't going to play nice for long. My clothes were see-through now, which made the awkwardness of this moment stick out like a zebra in an alpaca paddock. Strange. Maybe it was the reason he faltered, to do the man thing and state at my body, but it gave me an open shot. The axe met his leg, and he fell to the ground, unable to stand. He had a pool of blood forming around him, and he looked at me for help.
"Please..." He said, looking at me with puppy dog eyes.
"I..... I can't help you... You deserve this, you left a string of bodies everywhere, you are a sick man, and you had it coming." Wow. Even I was impressed with myself.
He looked at me coldly. "I didn't want to have to do this." He grabbed his leg and re-attached it to his body. I stepped back, and he stood up. He held the sword, and cut my arm, deep, not enough to chop it off, but it stung like a bitch. I smacked his face, and his head cracked to the side. I kicked him in the head, a nice airborne shot. He fell over, and his sword clattered somewhere. I threw the axe at him, and it stuck in his thigh. I ran to the sword, and picked it up. It was a beautiful sword, the handle engraved with a pattern. The Hatter was standing up now, walking to me, the axe in his thigh. It jiggled and fell out, followed by a blood waterfall. He picked up the axe and smiled.
I looked at my arm... It wasn't looking good. I looked at the sword, it was slipping out of my hands, thanks to the rain. He charged at me with the axe, and I blocked it with the sword as adrenaline pumped through me. He barely swiped my shin, making a small cut. I ran over to the pillar and touched it. The blood stopped running from my body, and then the Hatter charged at me. I had no strength left to run.
As he raised the axe, I mumbled a silent prayer to someone to help me. And then I was no longer at the White Queen's castle.
I was sitting in front of the Red Queen.
