I’m finishing this story tonight. Somehow, I will. But first, I must say that the way the story got reworked in my head as two separate books is making things a little strange. The first is Wonderland and the oddness that happened there followed by the Cheshire Cat becoming obsessed by his curiosity of the book that caused the oddness. And the Cheshire Cat, in that sense, has become a bloody paedophile. It’s creepy the more he goes insane, the less he seems to realize that as a boy he can’t do these things. And I will need to rewrite it so that his madness develops a little more, but keep his madness just as completely creepy.
From Chapter 11
She cracked open her eyes and saw what woke her up. There was something moving on her bed, something rather large and crawling there. Gasping, she shot up in her bed and let out a yelp, realizing that the thing on her bed was a person that was really supposed to be a cat. Adrianna stirred in the next bed, but Alice wasn’t all that concerned about waking her just now.
“What-Why-You!” she stuttered as she reached under her pillow and pulled out the first thing that she could think of, a water gun. In the morning she would be more concerned about how much that seemed like second nature to her, but for the moment she only hoped it was full as she shot it at Cat, who turned to look at her with wide, mischievous eyes.
The water hit him square on and he hissed, recoiling at it and snapping forward. He pinned Alice down, back to the way she knew him as a purple cat with one paw on her shoulder to keep her down at the other paw threatening her with the claws out and pointing dangerously close to Alice’s face. Alice stared at the claws, eyes wide and breath caught in her throat.
“That was terribly rude of you, girl,” he hissed at her, lingering there for a moment before retracting and stepping back to let her sit up again. Alice breathed a sigh of relief, but continued to glare at the Cheshire Cat.
“Back in your old fur,” Alice noted, rubbing gently at her shoulder that he had stepped on. “What are you doing here? Going to try and push me into another mirror again?”
“I’m here for that book,” the Cheshire Cat said, pacing back and forth along her bed. Fe finally settled, sitting there and staring at her.
“You said I was going to watch over the book from now on,” Alice said. “It’s being taken care of. You don’t need to worry about anything. You can go away and never come back and find someone else to annoy.”
The Cheshire Cat’s eyes bore into her, trying to make her back down but Alice was in no mood for it. She’d been woken up in the middle of the night and she was tired and grumpy. Finally, his eyes seemed to catch on something else and he followed it for a moment before looking back to Alice.
“I hadn’t expected that you would keep it hidden away,” he said. “Children are meant to be curious creatures, seeking out adventure. You sought out Wonderland and were curious enough to find out what happened since you left. I’d thought you would at the very least read the book when you found it.”
“Well, I’m not going to,” Alice said flatly. “You can leave now.”
“I think not,” the Cheshire Cat said. “I must know what is in the book to drive the Queen of hearts mad.”
“The Queen of Hearts was always mad,” Alice told him. “Inside the book is a monster that steals hearts. Curiosity resolved. Let me go back to sleep.”
“I think not,” the Cheshire Cat said, leaping up to pounce Alice back down again. “I want to see that book!” he demanded, claws back in her face. “You will tell me where it is!”
“Alice?”
Alice looked over to one side where Adrianna spoke, pushing herself up and brushing at her bleary eyes. She looked over and seemed to be in shock for a moment, freezing at the scene before her eyes. Alice dimly noted that the Cheshire Cat had gotten a bit heavier as Adrianna let out a very loud, piercing scream.
Alice looked back up at the Cat, who was now once again in the form of a boy. “You might want to leave now,” Alice told him. “Miss Horner won’t be all that happy to find a boy in our room at night, much less in your present position.”
Tags: looking glass, nanowrimo
