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dead. In fact, this is an order! Just bring me that Alice girl alive. I have a surprise called Jack for her.”
Chapter 29
The Radcliffe Asylum
“I can’t believe you confessed to it,” I say to the Pillar.
“You said there is a lot that you need to know from me,” the Pillar’s says, as if telling a joke. “Prepare for a few shocking surprises.”
“Then it’s true.” I stand up to him, noticing the change in his demeanor. Something isn’t right. I can’t feel that invisible sense of caring about me anymore. Or is it my mind playing tricks on me? “You’re Him. You’re the one who I joined to find his weakness and kill. You’re the reason why I joined Black Chess. Not the Circus. You manipulated me and hurt me and others somehow, and then came to finish some sick game of yours, pretending to care for me. You’re nothing but a Wonderland Monster like every other one I’ve chased and killed.”
The Pillar says nothing. He gives me that blank stare, like an invisible curtain that prevents me from reaching through. I can’t interpret that look in his eyes.
“Just tell me it’s true.” I am almost pleading for answer.
“If I do, what will you do to me, Alice?” The Pillar’s voice is still flat and emotionless.
It occurs to me that his question is more of a test. He wants to know if I am mad enough at him to fight back, to call him an enemy. But I’m not there yet. He might still hold answers about my family. I want to ask him if he is my father, but my tongue betrays me and glues to the roof of my mouth as I swallow hard.
“See? You’re asking for answers you can’t handle.” The Pillar gently pushes me out of the way. He picks up his cane and rolls it in the air, twice. “Let’s start with the question all of you really need to be asking me.”
“There are no questions,” Truckle says. “I say we kill you.”
“I doubt he’d die easily,” the March says. “What about his fourteen lives?”
So many questions roam in my head. None of them of which I’m sure I can handle the answer to now. The one sentence I can utter is, “Who are you, really?”
The smug smile on the Pillar’s face is ten miles wide. “I’m the one person who knows how to get you out of here.” He points at the ticking deadline on the BBC News channel on TV. A new banner scrolls across the bottom announcing the queen’s order to enter immediately. It seems like the police changed their mind. They’re preparing to break in within a few minutes. Death is literally knocking on the asylum’s door.
Chapter 30
The March Hare panics, seeing the police are about to break in. He leaves us to look for more writing on the walls. He still believes he’ll find more clues, if not an in-your-face conclusion about Patient 14.
I stand exchanging looks with the Pillar and Truckle, the Mushroomers have left with the March to assist him.
“You don’t really think the police will break in, do you?” Truckle says. “They’re supposed to wait another seven and half hours.”
“I think they’re just bluffing to scare us,” the Pillar says. “Whoever designed this situation wants it to look legal to the public. They won’t risk breaking the deadline. The media loves poetic justice, and hates when the hero breaks a promise.”
“Still, we need to find a way out of here,” I challenge the Pillar. “Why not tell us, or are you planning on leaving all alone?”
“That’s a good point,” Tom remarks. “The Pillar may have planned to get in to fool us and play innocent, and in the last minute he will escape.”
“So many theories, so little time,” the Pillar says. “The way out is underneath your feet, Alice.”
I look down. There is a carpet I’m standing upon. “How so?” I ask.
“There is a tunnel underneath the carpet. You access it by opening a hole in the floor. It can only be done with a rare kind of magic using my hookah’s smoke.”
“That’s how you did it!” Tom jabs a
Chapter 29
The Radcliffe Asylum
“I can’t believe you confessed to it,” I say to the Pillar.
“You said there is a lot that you need to know from me,” the Pillar’s says, as if telling a joke. “Prepare for a few shocking surprises.”
“Then it’s true.” I stand up to him, noticing the change in his demeanor. Something isn’t right. I can’t feel that invisible sense of caring about me anymore. Or is it my mind playing tricks on me? “You’re Him. You’re the one who I joined to find his weakness and kill. You’re the reason why I joined Black Chess. Not the Circus. You manipulated me and hurt me and others somehow, and then came to finish some sick game of yours, pretending to care for me. You’re nothing but a Wonderland Monster like every other one I’ve chased and killed.”
The Pillar says nothing. He gives me that blank stare, like an invisible curtain that prevents me from reaching through. I can’t interpret that look in his eyes.
“Just tell me it’s true.” I am almost pleading for answer.
“If I do, what will you do to me, Alice?” The Pillar’s voice is still flat and emotionless.
It occurs to me that his question is more of a test. He wants to know if I am mad enough at him to fight back, to call him an enemy. But I’m not there yet. He might still hold answers about my family. I want to ask him if he is my father, but my tongue betrays me and glues to the roof of my mouth as I swallow hard.
“See? You’re asking for answers you can’t handle.” The Pillar gently pushes me out of the way. He picks up his cane and rolls it in the air, twice. “Let’s start with the question all of you really need to be asking me.”
“There are no questions,” Truckle says. “I say we kill you.”
“I doubt he’d die easily,” the March says. “What about his fourteen lives?”
So many questions roam in my head. None of them of which I’m sure I can handle the answer to now. The one sentence I can utter is, “Who are you, really?”
The smug smile on the Pillar’s face is ten miles wide. “I’m the one person who knows how to get you out of here.” He points at the ticking deadline on the BBC News channel on TV. A new banner scrolls across the bottom announcing the queen’s order to enter immediately. It seems like the police changed their mind. They’re preparing to break in within a few minutes. Death is literally knocking on the asylum’s door.
Chapter 30
The March Hare panics, seeing the police are about to break in. He leaves us to look for more writing on the walls. He still believes he’ll find more clues, if not an in-your-face conclusion about Patient 14.
I stand exchanging looks with the Pillar and Truckle, the Mushroomers have left with the March to assist him.
“You don’t really think the police will break in, do you?” Truckle says. “They’re supposed to wait another seven and half hours.”
“I think they’re just bluffing to scare us,” the Pillar says. “Whoever designed this situation wants it to look legal to the public. They won’t risk breaking the deadline. The media loves poetic justice, and hates when the hero breaks a promise.”
“Still, we need to find a way out of here,” I challenge the Pillar. “Why not tell us, or are you planning on leaving all alone?”
“That’s a good point,” Tom remarks. “The Pillar may have planned to get in to fool us and play innocent, and in the last minute he will escape.”
“So many theories, so little time,” the Pillar says. “The way out is underneath your feet, Alice.”
I look down. There is a carpet I’m standing upon. “How so?” I ask.
“There is a tunnel underneath the carpet. You access it by opening a hole in the floor. It can only be done with a rare kind of magic using my hookah’s smoke.”
“That’s how you did it!” Tom jabs a
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