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~ = written by saffron in a sort of diary text.
* = written by someone else in diary text.
-prologue: RUN!-
I ran.
I didn't know where I was, what was going on or who was chasing me. all I knew, all I could think was one simple word 'RUN'.
- prologue: maddened ramblings -
~
i should probably explain, seeing as, I am she, but this is but a record of my time here.... so i guess i should start at the begining no?
i am saffron, saffron lydell. pronounced lid - ell by the way....
but that's not important.
i am of 16 earth years, you'll understand why i've said earth later.
for now just know that i am a girl with blonde hair and grey eyes.
i have.....had... a family, parents, sisters, brothers.... but they aren't here anymore.
but i'll get to that, when i can remember it, it's still a bit fuzzy you see.
but nevermind that, i've a short attention span, can you tell? of course you can!
ANYWAY! as i was saying, i had a family, but i now live in an orphanage, march's mad house, we call it. we being the children who live there.... not that i'm really a child but still!
i live in england, birmingham. on earth anyway. i go to vorpal academy, a highly saught secondary school but only the best of the best can get it.
my name's been on there since birth apparently... but i'm mostly average in some subjects.... like maths.
don't get me wrong, i feel like i belong there but then you have moments like say.... thursday lunchtime... not so fun.
( i haven't designed the characters on paper. and so for first time ever imma say this. i welcome fanart and interpretations of them XD
i don't expect any but i thinkit'd be interesting ^^" first for everything y'know? ANYWAY!)
- prologue: mondays? i hate thursdays. -
it had been a normal day.... for me anyway. snobby girls looking down at me from their bird beak noses, boys trying to flirt with me and of course. detention.
now on that day, i didn't realize that this stupid book would be work more to me than my own life.... but i digress!
we had english the lesson before lunch ( have i told you how much i hate it of a thursday by the way? ) when the teacher, miss panic told us we were to be doing a new project to go with art and drama....
the drama club, which i usually had a lead in, was going to be doing an....adaptation of alice in wonderland. needless to say i was very freaked out when i got the part of alice... but that comes later.
much later.
for now it is still thursday, and two lessons before, i had been doing concept ideas for some characters for the play.... alice and the cat mostly...
except alice wasn't at all a child or sweet and innocent, and the cat no longer a cat.
alice i decided was me. so i changed her to look like me. if i was going to play her i had to become her, or rather she was to become me. the cat though....
i had depicted him as both man and cat... like the ones from the animes. ( so sue me if i watch them! ) although the hair covered his eyes, the grin was very muchly there...
still i don't know what possessed me to do it... to ink my fingers in red and drag my palm accross the page... bloody wonderland.
and so there i sat in english, a old copy of the book perhaps the oldest in the school. i was told i could keep it if i liked...
while the others read slowly i began to read rapidly, taking out my sketchbook and doing a few designs.
the cat became a problem... as after a while i began to sketch the face, that stupid grin into almost every page i had drawn on. like my own personal signature i guess.
it then turned to lunch, i had eaten outside alone, once again. i have people to eat with but rarely do i bother to entertain them with my presence at lunch. i'd much rather be under the giant oak tree.
needless to say my joy was not for long.
three stupid boys came over, idiot sporty ones by the look of it.... they asked why i was alone outside.
they began to try to touch me, idiots driven by hormones that they are. i found it very easy to make them run off. i just had to get my small kitchen knife from out of my pocket.
i carry it around with me. march's orders. he doesn't like us especially me to go out unprotected.
so we do as he says.
the old man may be crazy, but he looks after us as if we were his own crazy children.
and in a way, we are.
they come running back with a teacher of course, playing innocent.
i keep my mouth shut, no point saying anything. they'd brought rodger with them. everyone else knows him as mr payne. but i'm on first name baisis with him.
he does after all host ALL of my detentions.
why not be friendly eh?
but for once. i should've listened to that voice in my head that voice that wasn't my own, that kept teling me to give him an excuse that i couldn't stay behind today. that i had something important to do.
but i didn't. i look back on it now, and i feel like slapping myself.
i really do.
so i go. to detention. i sit there, reading the book and improving my sketches. i work on the rabbit, nor is he neither man nor beast but both at once. and i wonder, yes, i do indeed wonder, where on earth i come up with these images in my mind.
as detention came to a close, i stopped reciting my lines to rodger.he had stopped being cruel long ago and was somewhat of an uncle to me now.
i had shown him some of my drawings i was working on. and during which, the conversation moved along to him congratulating me on getting the lead as alice in the play. i thanked him of course and naturally he asked me to perform some lines for him.
when it came for me to go, looking back on it, i realize i was very stupid to turn it down. he had offered me a ride home, if the mad house could be called a home that is.
he'd done many a home visit and so knew the way.
i said no however, a matter of pride i guess....
as i walked out of school the nagging voice in my head began to get louder as i walked along the street.
i thought i could take a shortcut.
down the only one i knew.
and so i did.
it wasn't till later that i noticed it, the shadows stalking me.
the voice in my head had remained somewhat silent until now.
no, now it chose to scream at me one word, just one. and it was enough for me to listen to it for once.
i gasped for breath, my pursuers were relentless in their hunt. i was far from my shortcut home, on a road i didn't know -tulgey street according to the last sign i passed - all i wanted was to be home.
in my nice warm bed, drawing things that once seemed to scare me - like this ferocious dragonlike beast made of metal - but alas....
i am not dorothy nor do i own her ruby slippers.
and if i did, i do not have time to stop my running and repeat three times over as i click my heels that there is no place like home, when indeed there is.
they were gaining on me now, and i can feel my legs start to give in....
i'm not sure what's going through my mind, or who it is that keeps saying 'RUN!' but i should thank them.
i turned down into an alleyway, expecting it to be a dead end but no.
after a quick run down towards the end, a flashing sign revealed something to me.
what looked like a bar....
but what caught my attention ( my dreadfuly short attention )
was the place's name.
the rabbit hole.
why couldn't i have those ruby slippers instead of this sapphire necklace?
i stared some more at the building before hearing my pursuers once more shout ' she went this way' i did the first thing i could think of.
i ran in.
now, bare in mind i'm still not of legal drinking age and so i didn't go in to drown my sorrows or start a drunken bar fight.
i walked up to the barman and asked if he'd show me a place i could hide for a short amount of time.
needless to say i was shocked when he grinned knowingly at me and obliged my request. i followed him to the cellar of the bar, he told me politely not to drink anything from the very back of the cellar as it had of yet been...tested.
i thanked him as he went upstairs, and upon seeing a table and chair, i wandered over to sit.
i sighed thankfully, my legs had been just about ready to give in.
upstairs i heard shouting.
"WHERE IS SHE?! SHE RAN IN HERE!" ahhh, that must be the one who was chasing me... sounds rather skitish if you ask me...
"sir, i'm sure i don't know what you're talking about, and even if i did, the patrons of my bar are owed privacy. AS YOU VERY WELL KNOW! now kindly get out before i call the guards on you, you plague ridden vermin!" guards? did bars usually have guards... i'm not sure, i've only been to one other bar and that was because my parents used to take me to it.
something caught the attention of my eye, a small curtain made of red velvet near the wall...
i walked over and knealt down 'please dear god don't let it be what i think it is....' i thought silently as a moved the curtain to the side, gasping, and groaning in despair at the same time.
behind the curtain was something i hoped wasn't real.
a door.
a small door, only able to be passed through if you had shrunk...
dorothy, i'll trade you your ruby slippers for the bottle of alchohol on the table simply labelled ' DRINK ME'......
there was a loud crash upstairs, snapping me from my gaze on the door.
more shouting, only this time getting closer...
the table i had sat at had a key... the voice in my head, which i had decided at this point to just name alice, was telling me to put it in the boor before i did something stupid.
i listened regardless of the rudeness of it's....her, comment.
i picked up the key, the metal feeling cool in the palm of my hand, i put it into the keyhole before picking up the bottle.
"bottoms up~!" i chimed to myself as i pulled the cork out and took a sip.
i groaned in displeasure, it tasted like a mix of chocolate and maramalade. a horrible mix!
but soon the bottle was forgotten, evident by the fact that not a second later it slipped from my palm and smashed, it's contents spilling out.
as i began to shrink i thought only one thing.
'i thought there was supposed to be a pool of tears not a pool of alcohol'
in my amusement as i was washed nearer the door by the ocean of the strang liquid. i grabed the key, managing to turn it and the door opened for me.
not a second later did i hear the door to the cellar open.
but then the door i was surged through by a torrent of liquid closed behind me.
i felt a burning sensation on my hand, a strange symbol appearing there and then suddenly.
- chapter 4: i'm not even old enough to get a tattoo yet! -
voices. darkness. and.... i'm no longer wet.
"she looks strange... why don't i have an outfit like hers ?" a voice asked, it sounded like a small childs... a girls perhaps.
"because you're a snot nosed brat~?" a voice - male this time, i'm sure - replied, chuckling.
there was a crash, shortly followed by groaning. " the pair of you shut up, be more concerned about the fact that she's coming to won't you?!" a harsh womens voice replied, most likely the mother. the crash and groaning..... she must've banged their heads together.
i can remember mother doing that to me...with... one of my sisters....
i hissed in pain as i began to stir, stupid hand.... i don't remember getting cut by any of the glass shards.
i slowly opened my eyes,immediately widening them as 3 pairs of eyes held my gaze. so much for personal space...
what i saw, honestly i don't know what freaked me out the most.... well i do but that isn't the point.
the first i lay eyes on was a little girl, around maybe 7 or 8.... blonde hair in two side ponytails atop her head but..... what really made me open my eyes were the little pig ears sitting either side of her head. she seemed nice, her green eyes held an air of innocence. and her little Victorian dress was adorable~!
the woman next to her i'm sure, must be her mother. or at least a maid or something. but she looked a bit too rich for that. she looked quite normal, if you call a GIANT chest normal.
the boy had black and red hair, a choker and quite alot of gothicy accsessories, buttons, zips, chains ect....
he like the girl next to her had animal apendages, his however were that of a cats. he had black and red ears....and tail too. i sort of wanted to reach out and touch them... but my arms feel a bit weak...
he had this stupid grin on.... his teeth look sharp though so it suits him, makes him look feral in a sense.
his eyes.... the only thing i am unable to describe, it is not because of the pure compllexity of them, or that they have slited pupils of a cat....
his eyes just aren't there.
the only visable parts of his facial features are the nose and mouth.
his hair covered his eyes. i don't think i'd be able to look into them anyway.
i already know what eyes he has, i already know the piercing gaze, the unending rainbows of the irises - sometimes both are different colours - and the very cat like change of full moon to slit like pupils.
- chapter 6: boys are cuter when they keep their mouth SHUT! -
"you can quit starng at me now, i know i'm quite sexy but...y'know~" he chimed, and i automatically wanted to slap him 'tooooo close to my creation for my liking...' i thought, glaring at the boy before.
"suuuuure chessh~ 'sexy' where'd you get that idea oh noble prince?" the little girl chimed.
"certainly not from you, i don't dare enter the pigsty you call your room~!" he grinned, before once again the large chested woman bashed their heads together... i liked this woman.
"will you both shut up?! she's obviously staring at you as you have a tail and cat ears! " she sighed, putting a hand up to interrupt the boy known as chessh as he began to whine " she's not from here, she's from topside. baby, you're coming with me, see if we can't get her some food and water. chessh YOU stay and look after her! she's only here because she has YOUR mark!" she woman huffed angrily as she stormed out of the room, dragging the girl -baby as she was now known - by the pink pig ear.
chessh rolled his eyes at the woman as he bent down to take my hand, my heart sped a little. he was undeniably sexy...i had made him in my own imagination....
he looked at the marking on my hand and i could see the widening of his eyes from behind his hair in my imagination as he said those oh so grand words.
(O EM GEE SAFF THIS IS SO AMAZING! I HAVE NEVER SEEN ANYTHING SO COOL AND FUN! >w< ok enough with the cap lock! but seriously, best story i have ever read, and you know i have read alot of story/fanfics C: saff i truly have no words to describe how in aw am at your skillz. <3 i am just sad i wasn't able to read it sooner. D= STUPED LIFE Y U GET IN THE WAY OF AWESOME STUFF! D< ok i am done just wanted to say once more YOU ARE SO AWESOME. X3 )
in this book i have the recipe for disaster. if you want to know what it is. ask, and i shall tell you, "what is written here is the greatest threat to all man kind, the names of my friends."
in this book i have the recipe for disaster. if you want to know what it is. ask, and i shall tell you, "what is written here is the greatest threat to all man kind, the names of my friends."
"got a name?" he asked, still staring at my hand "no wait... all girls that come here are called ali-" "my name is saffron. don't just asume petty things!" i hissed, his eyes opening even wider
"but that can't be! all girls are alice and all boys are alex, it's how it is!" he insisted, i groaned in reply, lifting the hand that had the tattoo on to rub my temple " well i'm not called alice but i do have this very annoying voice in my head that insists on being her." i shuddered, she was quiet for now.
"a voice in your head? you fit in here then, almost as mad as me~!" he grinned and going on my earlier urge to, i slapped his face.
he staggered back looking quite shocked, his mouth opening and closing " it's rude enough that a lady has to introduce herself first but then to not get the same curtasey? you're more cat than i can see aparently. no morals at all." i said, shaking my head disaprovingly, a slight smirk on my face that soon fell after i heard chuckling from the idiot.
" i like you~ you're insane and not afraid to slap some one with fangs!" he beamed even more at this asif to prove his point.
"why would i be?" i asked rolling my eyes before pointing at my hand " and what the bloody hell is this?"
in a second he stalked over to me, grabbed my hand and stroked a thumb over the tattoo.
i flinched visably, i didn't like people touching me. and i never would.
the day got even better when he bloody kissed it.
men are idiots i'm telling you.
and it's not just because my face looks like the red bit of a traffic light....
in this book i have the recipe for disaster. if you want to know what it is. ask, and i shall tell you, "what is written here is the greatest threat to all man kind, the names of my friends."
(I personally enjoy reading first person stories more, because the reader gets a better sense of the characters' thoughts and feelings. And it would be interesting to see things from chesh's POV. And maybe describe the places a bit more? Otherwise keep up the excellent work!)
( or y'know disreguard the 'go to le reveiw thread' XD
it's fine with me XD
but anyway!
places i can do.
chesshykins i CAN do ( no i can't... he's not real D; DAMN YOU IMAGINATION!)
and i might try to switch p.o.v to 3rd person when like a mysterious person - people who have yet to even have their nam come up let alone be introduced to the story XD - is watching or is there or they're far away but doing something important.
but ta hun for that.
always nice to know you're reading something of mine :'D madame who writes to the very end of the rainbow~! )