Jessica Jones
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Post by Jessica Jones on Apr 17, 2017 22:46:05 GMT -5
It was a drastic shift, when Jessica Jones had first moved to Gotham. Compared to New York, it was a cesspool of the worst dregs of humanity, and that was saying something. The Hell's Kitchen native found herself shocked by the state of the city, and she didn't think she could be shocked that easily. However, over the six years that she'd been living here, she'd grown almost fond of it. It wasn't hard to adjust to it, and it was good for business. She'd gotten into the Private Investigation business, and there was lots of business to investigate. Turns out, the cops in this city were even dirtier than in New York, and that meant the civilians had to turn to freelancers to get things done.
Work was running a little dry lately, though. With the rise of a hypnotist and news of a new vigilante on the streets, people were starting to get nervous. She couldn't blame them. She had enough experience with mind controllers to know that they could wreak havoc, and it was always for petty reasons. She had decided to steer very clear of the hypnotist. Populous be damned, she wasn't going to put herself in the same situation she had already been in ten years ago. Not if she could help it. Just the thought of it gave her the creeps.
No, this time, she was looking into reports of a clown raising terror in one of the poorer boroughs of Gotham. The person that hired her to look into the situation suggested she check out some graffiti in some of the alleys. So, that's where she started. She glanced around and headed down the alley, only to find "HaHaHa" painted over and over all over the walls. "Alright," she muttered to herself. "Creepy." She looked closely at the paint, and noticed the brushstrokes weren't smooth. Someone was either drunk or crazy when they did this.
What caught her eye next was a splatter of paint on the ground and several more in the shape of a heel leading away from the alley to the park. Crazy drunk must have stepped in the paint and wandered into the park to pass out. She followed the trail, but what she found wasn't what she imagined she'd find. She found a body. It was just a hobo under a tree, nothing she shouldn't have already been prepared to deal with, but creepier than that, the body was smiling. Not just any smile, but a chemically altered rictus. His lips seemed almost a bright red compared to his paled face, and only one clown sprang to mind. "Oh shit .... Not that clown." She wanted to run away and pretend she didn't see this. She didn't want to get back into the hero business, but she felt a wave of curiosity wash over her. She followed the paint trail to the next tree, and found the same thing. A hobo with a Joker smile. The next tree had the same thing. All of the trees in the park had a dead, smiling hobo under them.
She frantically looked around, as though expecting the Joker to leap out at her. She had heard that he might be back in the scene, but she had hope it wasn't true. This, unfortunately, proved her wrong. She took another look around and saw a shape move in the shadows. No. Nonononononononono this wasn't going to happen tonight. She wasn't going to open herself up to publicity by fighting anyone. She was out in the open and she looked around for anywhere to hide, and all she could do was run back to the cover of one of the alleys and hope the shadow hadn't seen her yet.
Once she was sure she was hidden, she poked her head out to see if the shadow was indeed the infamous Joker, or if she was getting all worked up over nothing.
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Post by The Mad Hatter on Apr 26, 2017 23:25:47 GMT -5
From behind one of the nearby shadows of the trees, hidden by the placement of the further off street lamp, poked a large straw hat suspended on a hand. It moved from side to side as if looking around.
“Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?" came a tittering sort of voice with an English dialect.
The bug-eyed, clearly sleepless head of the Mad Hatter slowly moved from behind the tree, accepting the hat onto it.
"That depends a good deal on where you want to get to." he continued as he looked directly at the source of the sound he had heard and began to stroll toward the woman he'd watched just now.
It had been a generally uneventful evening for them all, waiting and waiting ohhhh the waiting. It never amounted to much sometimes, and then how could they have an entire cast if they were so few and the characters so very many...!
"I don't much care where..." the Hatter went on as he snapped his fingers.
Three large men appeared from behind other trees across the grounds, dressed in poorly made mascot-like costume. One was the Walrus, one was the Carpenter, one was the March Hare. They moved toward their master's pointing finger, slowly toward the alley. In a moment they were joined by the Tweedles, the Hatter's matching henchmen, who held aloft large sledge hammers in their hands, tapping them to a rhythm that only they could hear at the present moment.
The Hatter himself moved in behind them all as they moved into the alley upon their prey. The Clown had gotten his share of fun for the evening, and it was long passed tea time after all. Even if it was perpetually six o'clock.
"Then it doesn't matter...which way you go.” the Hatter giggled as he tipped his hat briefly to the young woman, caught in his mad eyes now.
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Post by Jessica Jones on Apr 30, 2017 2:50:57 GMT -5
Jessica watched from the alley as a hat appeared on a hand. Her brows furrowed in confusion, then relaxed when she realized this was Gotham, not New York, and she couldn't expect anyone to be normal in this damn city. The guy looked homeless enough, which meant maybe the clown might jump him and kill him like he did the other homeless guys. Or, at least that was the working theory until the guys in the mascot costumes came out. A rabbit, a walrus, and ... Oh crap. This was that Hatter guy she was hearing about on the police scanners, wasn't it?
She tried to quietly duck out of sight, hoping he hadn't seen her. Her heart was starting to race. Hypnosis was this guy's specialty, and she'd had too much of that for one lifetime. She started shaking, which wasn't doing much for her desire to stay quiet. She could hear five men now. The three mascots and two large men, tapping in sync to what could only be the pocket watch she heard about. The muscles in her arms were starting to twitch and she was overwhelmed with a desire to run away, but she made the foolish decision to stay where she was. Just the idea of being hypnotized, though, sent her right back to where she was ten years ago: Under Kilgrave's control. She closed her eyes and grit her teeth, taking slow, measured breaths like she did when she didn't have access to a drink.
She finally opened her eyes and peeked up over her cover and was face to face with the Hatter. She made a choked, startled noise and backed up, further into the alley. Her mind raced. This wasn't random. He was here, wanting something. What did he want? Was he sent by someone? Who would send him? Would it be Kilgrave? Artie? Someone else? Theories formed in her head faster than she could process them.
She held her fists up, eyes flicking from the Tweedles, to the mascots, to the Hatter. How likely was it that they didn't know what she was capable of? Could she play it weak? Could she pretend she was normal? But what happened if she fell under his control and couldn't get back out? That thought terrified her. She couldn't be in that position again. Tears started to form in the corner of her eyes, but she blinked them back and soon enough her face was blank again.
"Did my invite to the costume party get lost in the mail? Or...?"
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Post by The Mad Hatter on May 1, 2017 17:56:15 GMT -5
The Hatter giggled as he looked the woman up and down.
"Ahhh, feeling under-dressed...?" he asked with a grin, "I can't explain myself, said Alice, Because..."
He withdrew his pocket watch and held it up toward her, the ticking becoming louder as his gang closed in around them both to form a circle.
"...I'm not myself, you see."
His influence had been worked even deeper of late, as the Hatter had developed a halucinagenic drug he now carried with him and usually dispensed in the form of a particularly delightful tea. Or at least he found it delightful. Most did too, if under the right amount of persuasion.
"Wouldn't you like to have tea with us...?" he asked in his gentle voice, "It's always teatime here, you know...or will be, once you listen carefully enough....listen...to the sound of my voice...what is your name...? What is it you are doing here...? Tell me, ohhhhhhohoho do tell me...listen closely to my voice, to the ticks and the tocks..."
The Hatter gestured for the others around him to give them a wider berth, and they did so very readily with the louder ticking of the watch to influence them. True, his small amount of time in Arkham Asylum had tried to show Jervis....or, rather, the Hatter that he should not hypnotize people in order to get them to socialize with him. But it was such a pretty story, and no one ever wanted to join him in it.
And so of course he had to cast his own set of characters...otherwise one might go absolutely mad.
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Post by Jessica Jones on May 5, 2017 14:08:07 GMT -5
The men closed in around her, but Jessica wasn't as on edge as she was when the guy in the hat pulled out his watch. The ticking sound was overwhelming, and his voice ... she felt compelled to listen to it. She wanted to-
"Jessica Jones."
NO.
She snarled and whirled around, punching one of the Tweedles hard enough to send him flying into the wall behind him, leaving a sizeable crack in the bricks. She covered her ears and closed her eyes, pacing in a small circle, trying to focus on something that wasn't this strange hypnosis.
"No," she almost whined, terror starting to set in. On a list of her biggest fears, losing her free will again was high on the list. She didn't want to be a slave to someone else again. Not like she was with Kilgrave. This guy couldn't possibly be one of Kilgrave's lackeys, or he wouldn't be trying the hypnosis. Then he must have been ....
That ticking sound kept getting louder in her head, and it was getting harder to ignore, but she was doing her best. She roared and swung her fist again, sending the other Tweedle flying into a dumpster.
She held her arms over her ears, trying to block out the sound, but it was in her head, and she wasn't sure there was a way to get rid of it now. All she could do was focus on who she was, like she did when she got away from Kilgrave. She focused on something that could ground her in reality. She was Jessica Jones. She was from New York. She was a private investigator. She was ... she was ... dammit. That ticking kept persisting, and it was getting harder and harder to remember who she was. She was Jessica Jones. She was from New York. She was ...
"I'm a private investigator."
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Post by The Mad Hatter on May 7, 2017 21:26:36 GMT -5
A grin spread across the Hatter's face, revealing his slightly crooked teeth as he emitted a small chuckle of satisfaction.
"Jessica Jones...private investigator....mmmm curiouser and curiouser..." he half whispered as he snapped the fingers if his free hand, "Gentlemen! Do tend to poor Tweedle Dum."
He hadn't taken his eyes off of Jessica's and kept his watch in its place as the Walrus and the Carpenter lumbered over to check on the very unconscious Tweedle. With some degree of effort, they hauled him to his feat and flanked him, keeping his arms around their shoulders and bringing him back into the circle.
"Very good, verrrry good!" the Hatter giggled before he thrust the watch closer up toward Jones' face, "NOW, dear Alice...you will dream good dreams...until I say to wake...you will sleep."
He snapped again, sending the girl into unconsciousness.
All had been prepared, the long table set and the candles all lit. The hour was far too late to rely on sunlight in the dark, no no. Though it was, as always, but six o'clock.
At least that is what the Hatter's watch perpetually read. If only he hadn't found himself on such currently disagreeable terms with Time...alas the evil day.
Still, all was ready now. Teapots full of various kinds of teas were scattered about the table, the Tweedles sat beside each other to the Hatter's left. He of course was at the far end of the table and beside him was a broomstick with a masquerade rabbit's head flopped on top of its bristles. It was little more than a scarecrow, more or less, but its stuffed, gloved hand did contour nicely to the teacup in its hand.
"Wake uuuuup....Aliiiiice..." he sang lightly, setting his watch on the table.
The Hatter watched as Jessica...no...Alice, surely, moved and awakened. She was at the end of the table on the opposite side, still wearing her same clothes from before...the Hatter had not had time properly to fetch a costume for her. Upsetting yes, but no matter. Soon they would all be adjourning to Wonderland together, and that would come with its own ensembles.
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Post by Jessica Jones on May 12, 2017 13:10:28 GMT -5
Tick, tock, tick, tock. It was all Jessica could hear, even asleep. It was silence, and that endless ticking. Tick, tock, tick, tock, tICK, TOCK, TICK, TOCK.
When she heard the order to wake up, she woke up. Her mind struggled violently to run away then and there, but she sat still. She sat, staring dumbly at the table setting before her. She had no idea what was going on, but it looked like it was ... tea time? This guy was really going overboard with the Alice in Wonderland thing, wasn't he?
She tried to move her arms, but couldn't. She tried to move her legs. Nothing. She started to panic. This really was some kind of hypnosis, wasn't it? No, this wasn't happening. Her mind went into a complete panic, thrashing about in her head as she tried to break free of this control. She couldn't be controlled again. Not after what happened ten years ago. No, she couldn't let this happen.
She was shaking. She felt sick to her stomach. Her entire body was trying to reject this, but she couldn't.
It was just like she was waiting for her orders.
Just like last time.
Just like Kilgrave.
She wanted to cry, but she found herself unable to.
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Post by The Mad Hatter on May 17, 2017 21:42:36 GMT -5
The Hatter giggled in delight that this was all continuing to work, gesturing for one of the Tweedles to begin pouring the tea. With a nod, the huge man began to do just that. The tea had an odd aroma, but not unpleasant from this particular pot. It was warm and pleasant, with a hint of vanilla.
Of course being the Englishman he was, the Hatter couldn't resist adding cream to his tea, which produced an addition to the aroma...making it even further...off. He gestured for Jessica's tea to be assembled in just the same way, and so it was. If the Tweedles were lumbering idiots when they weren't under the Hatter's employ, they certainly could be ordered to be more dainty when they were which was a relief.
This china was all fairly expensive, mismatched and old though it was.
"Have a drink, Alice..." the Hatter encouraged as he took another sip of his own, "You want to, I can tell. You soooo veeeery much want to..."
He waited and watched, sipping at his own tea as he did. He began to feel its effects...the concoctions he had added to the tea, the hallucinogenic vials, the delightful doses, the...beautiful....the color....the....
The world fell apart steadily.
The ceiling and walls warped.
Everything around them seemed to shift into unnatural positions.
They were in the middle of a glen, wooded with strange, grasping trees. It was early evening. There was no Gotham City.
There was only Wonderland.
His eyes gleaming in delight, the Hatter poured himself more tea, turning to his March Hare companion, who now appeared far more...alive.
"Alice has FINALLY joined us for tea!" he laughed, "OH how marvelous isn't it just? Her hair wants cutting but that's another matter entirely."
"And we haven't any scissors for it!" the March Hare replied through its large front teeth, "Perhaps if we asked spoons nicely..."
They both cackled and clinked their cups, turning to Alice.
"Why is a raven like a writing desk??" the Hatter inquired loudly.
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Post by Jessica Jones on May 18, 2017 14:32:51 GMT -5
Jessica stared at the Hatter, her body frozen in conflict. She wanted to run away, terrified of what might happen if he managed to control her, but she was waiting for orders. It was exactly like what had happened all those years ago, and it was making her sick to her stomach. Her eyes flicked back and forth between the Hatter, the March Hare, and the tea in front of her. Why did it smell so weird? She watched as the Tweedles fixed her tea up with a bit of cream, and suddenly that smell was more intense. That vanilla smell. That wasn't normal for tea. She couldn't even pretend it was a different kind of tea.
Then he told her to take a drink. She struggled against it, but she slowly lifted the cup. Her eyes stayed on him, though. His pupils were starting to dilate and dart around. Like he was seeing things. He drugged the tea. She tried to stop herself, but it was too late. She was already drinking it. She tried to stop herself from swallowing, but she couldn't. She closed her eyes and kept them closed until the Hatter spoke again.
She opened her eyes, and the walls around them were rippling like water, stretching like putty, and pulling at itself in ways that walls shouldn't be able to do.
The colors bled together until she couldn't keep track of where she was.
Hadn't she just been in a room? How did she get into the woods?
She caught a glimpse at herself as she looked down and saw herself in a pale blue dress, though in her altered mind, she didn't seem to mind too much. She didn't like this version of herself at all.
The Hatter spoke again, and she looked a little more indignant. She looked at her hair and tucked it behind her shoulder, slowly taking another sip of her tea. What was wrong with her? Why wasn't she fighting anymore? "My hair is not in need of a cut," she pouted.
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Post by The Mad Hatter on May 18, 2017 16:28:10 GMT -5
The March Hare sat considering this question for some time, even after Alice disagreed with the cutting of anything, spoons or scissors or both.
"Raven....writing desk..." he fumbled.
The Hatter was the first to break the silence.
"What day of the month is it?" he asked no one in particular, turning to Alice: he had been examining the ever-ticking watch, and was looking at it uneasily, shaking it every now and then, and holding it to his ear.
"THE FOURTH!" the March Hare barked out, swiveling his head with a creak before it was swiveled around again with a slap from the Hatter's gloved hand.
"ALICE MUST BE THE ONE TO SAY IT!" he shouted, throwing his teacup at one of the nearby trees before he almost instantly calmed again, falling back into his stupor and his role.
"Well yes, but Hattie..."
"Two days wrong!" the Hatter sighed, "I told you butter wouldn’t suit the works!" he added looking angrily at the March Hare.
"...it w-was the BEST butter..." the March Hare meekly replied, rubbing his slapped cheek.
"Yes, but some crumbs must have got in as well," the Hatter grumbled, "You really shouldn’t have put it in with the bread knife."
The March Hare took the watch and looked at it gloomily, then he dipped it into his empty cup of tea, and looked at it again: but he could think of nothing better to say than his first remark.
"It was the BEST butter, you know."
As there was no Dormouse for the Hatter to prod at next to continue the scene, he opted to turn to Alice again, looking her up and down as he poured himself a fresh cup of tea from one of the nearby pots, using one of the otherwise bored teacups nearby to replace his.
"Have you guessed the riddle yet?" the Hatter asked, sipping at the tea lightly, "It's absolutely upSET the Hare!"
He chortled and the March Hare replied by crossing his arms and mumbling to himself.
Or itself, really.
But all in this state of things was tangible. Real. Or as real as one could make out in the tea-induced stupor occupying everyone's mind at the table.
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Post by Jessica Jones on May 23, 2017 13:39:01 GMT -5
Jessica simply sat quietly and watched the two of them, the Mad Hatter and the March Hare, argue back and forth. Her eyes were wide in horror, knowing there was nothing she could do to fight against the mind control. She had already tried everything she could think of to break free, but her coping mechanisms were for pheromone based mind control. There was nothing she could do about the ticking noise that kept her under his spell.
She sipped her tea, unable to help herself. When the Hatter threw the teacup and let it shatter on one of the trees, though, for an instant the ticking was interrupted. It wasn't enough for her to regain herself entirely, but at least now she knew what to do if she could.
Now, all she could do was watch the two of them exchange back and forth, like they were reciting a play. Were they? Did Hatter expect her to play along? She had skimmed through the book once in middle school, but she had no way of knowing what to do or say. How was she supposed to get out of this without incurring the ... wrath? ... of the Mad Hatter?
"Why do you keep asking me that?" she asked. "It's unanswerable, isn't it?" She tilted her head to the side in an uncharacteristically innocent gesture. What was wrong with her?
She sipped at her tea and set it down. She could feel her muscles quaking, rejecting the whole experience. The more she could feel the dread sinking in about her situation, the colors she saw got brighter. Her vision started shaking, like her eyes alone were having tremors. And the more dread started to sink in, the more she started to get tunnel vision. A dark vignette edged its way around her peripherals, which only compounded her anxiety about the situation.
And that ticking noise. That ticking just kept getting louder the more she resisted.
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Post by The Mad Hatter on May 24, 2017 18:34:54 GMT -5
With a chortle, the Hatter banged his hand on the table, amused as anything that had happened all day. That in itself was really saying something, because he'd finally found a new Alice to have tea with him and the Hare, though forgetting his lines, was as lively as ever. All in all, it was a more productive day than most and yet this...that his new Alice also didn't know the answer was also quite perfect.
The Hatter grinned his large teeth across the table at Jessica....well Alice, clasping his hands under his chin.
"Oh I haven't the slightest idea!" he chuckled.
"Nor I...!" the Hare replied, and they both burst into uproarious laughter together before their merriment caused one of the Tweedles to also laugh.
The Hatter stopped immediately and glared at him.
"....that....is not....your cue..." he growled, in an uncharacteristically grim tone as he stood on the table and proceeded to kick the offending Tweedle in the face repeatedly.
"NOT. YOUR. CUE."
As he did this, it made a great commotion on the table, clattering dishes, tea spilling over, one of the teapots even fell off straight away and broke on the seemingly soft grass beneath. The Hatter continued in this manner until the Tweedle's face was a bloody mess. But of course being under the Hatter's spell, he hadn't the ability to do anything about it. He simply took the beating, smiling all the while.
In his rage, the Hatter leaned down and turned the bloody Tweedle's head toward Alice and screamed.
"You see! What poor HELP we have here today! And guests at my OWN table, I daresay!"
His face was twisted in rage as he began to spout quotes from the book he called himself after, in no particular order and for no apparent reason, raising the level of din to a point that even the poor Hare clapped his hands over his long ears.
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Post by Jessica Jones on May 25, 2017 11:58:28 GMT -5
And just like that, the ticking was muffled by the cacophony of sound caused by the Hatter himself. Jessica stared at the display, shocked as she watched the Hatter morph into none other than Artie Cade. She sat, staring in horror at the face she had fled New York to get away from until she finally wrenched herself away from the table and found herself trying to pick up the skirt that wasn't there. She couldn't feel it. But she could see it. She had almost forgotten she was hallucinating.
She ran toward what looked like a clearing in the forest, desperate to get away before the ticking came back. Before she got too far, though, she ran face first into a wall, causing another cracking sound. She followed the smooth concrete texture until she found an opening, clinging to the wall for dear life so she could try to navigate around this nightmare. She was walking through trees, wincing every time she did. She kept expecting to hit the trees, and was always shocked when she didn't. She wasn't really in Wonderland. She had to keep remembering that. She was somewhere in Gotham. Where? She didn't know. But she was in some warehouse in Gotham. That was what she had to cling to.
She found a fork in the hallway and panicked, not sure where to go. She looked around, and those colors got more intense, the dark vignette around her vision starting to pulse with anxiety. She started to see creatures looming around her in the trees, taunting her that she was lost, and she started to feel .... scared.
She looked up and saw the wicked grin of the Cheshire Cat. It loomed over her in the tree she leaned against, and she stared ... until it began to take shape. It wasn't the Cheshire Cat at all. But rather Artie Cade. Cade loomed down at her from the branches with a sadistically sharp toothed grin. Jessica felt her heart drop to her stomach in panic and took off running again, groping around for the wall.
Cade's cackle echoed around her. No matter where she turned, it was right there in her ears. She tried to cover her ears to escape it, but it only grew louder. She stopped and tried punching the walls, the trees, the air, anything to get the laughter to stop. Cade's face kept appearing with that Cheshire grin, laughing at her feeble attempts to stop him, and every time she punched, he disappeared a split second before she hit him.
She covered her head, trying to block out the hallucinations. This was her own personal nightmare. This couldn't get worse. Could it?
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Post by The Mad Hatter on May 25, 2017 14:28:16 GMT -5
Oh this wasn't right, no not atall. Alice wasn't meant to go scrambling off, not in the middle of tea...! Certainly the festivities had been interrupted and the wordage was all scribbled and mashed thanks to interruptions, but Alice leaving?? No, no no no. That could not be had, oh dear no.
The Hatter stormed toward the end of the table, clattering dishes every which way.
"ALIIIIIIIICE!" he raved, "Where ARE you going, little dear?! Tea time is not yet done, oh no not one nor done!"
He steadied himself on the table cloth, having nearly slipped, and clenched his fists tightly as he watched her before letting out a laugh.
"Oh dear me, you think you can get out of HERE? In WONDERLAND?" he chortled, "Some go this way, some go that way! Will you, won't you, will you, won't you..."
He drew a long revolver from his coat pocket.
"...won't you join the dance?"
He fired off a poorly aimed shot, which he found cracked one of the trees as if it were a hand through a mirror. The power of the blast sent him staggering backward on the table and his eyes widened.
"...oh dear, no." he half whispered as he made another great clattering as he scrambled for his watch, "Hare, what DID you do with it...!"
The March Hare shrugged as he sipped from a teacup that contained nothing, as it had a hole through the bottom of it.
"Not seen it, Hattie." he said casually.
The Hatter gripped his ears and pulled the creature's head closer.
"Well where did you LAST see it?!" he spat.
"I-I-I don't quite...is this my line...?" the Hare blathered, his form flickering in and out from the broomstick he really was to the hare that all present imagined him to be.
The Hatter rounded and turned back toward Alice.
"JESSICA!" he shouted.
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Post by Jessica Jones on May 25, 2017 14:49:14 GMT -5
Jessica froze when she heard the gunshot and looked around for which direction it came from. She couldn't tell. Artie laughed at her. That laugh that made her blood run cold. She started shaking, looking around, only to see his laughing face everywhere. She couldn't escape it, and there was still another madman after her. She was starting to really panic now. But at least she was really free of the ticking.
She started to try to find the wall again, trying to ignore Cade's cackling in her ears, when another spine tingling sound found her. She froze in horror. "JESSICA!"
She slowly turned in the direction of the voice. It was the Hatter's voice, but it sounded so much like ...
Like....
She let go of the wall and went into a full on sprint away from him, running into walls and crashing through them if she had to to get away from that voice. But it followed her. That voice that had haunted her nightmares for so many long years. This couldn't be happening.
She had no idea where she was going, but it felt like she was going in circles. She hoped she wasn't. That would mean she was headed back to .... To him.
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