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The Last Tea Party (Alice in Wonderland fic)
« on: May 15, 2006, 01:22:47 PM »
This is just a fanfic I did that's sort of a modern day telling of AIW. Although I check, I'm sure there's probably a lot of mistakes, so I'll apologize in advance (I never see them!)

There was a mansion at the top of a hill near the edge of a small town that no one ever dared to try and enter. For as long as anyone could remember it had been there, but the person who owned it had been long forgotten.
   The mansion had become the stuff of legends, rumors and various horror stories floating around about it, some saying that it was haunted or that a hideous beast lived there.
    These stories were popular with the kids, teenagers especially, who often dared on another to knock on the door and see what happened. Nothing ever did, but it was still a frightening experience that spawned exaggerated tales afterwards.
   All the windows in the mansion were bordered, the green paint had long since peeled off, and the lawn was like a small jungle, overgrown and overrun with weeds.
   For many years the mansion had excited the curiosity of those in the town, but no strange incidents had ever really happened that gave the townspeople a reason to lock their doors at night. It just sat there peacefully, used at time to relieve boredom or for people to admire, wondering what it had looked like in its prime. This was all soon to change, however…

It was Alice’s eighteenth birthday, and her friends had arranged a big party for her, but there was a catch: To get her presents, Alice would first have to knock on the door of the mansion and stand there for five minuets, since she was one of the few whom had never done it.
   Evening had come and the sun was just starting to go down when Alice was sent to do her dare.
   Surprisingly, Alice felt no fear at all as she crossed the cracked stepping-stones to the rotting wooden steps. Alice then knocked on the door as instructed and stood there as her friends watched.
   “Am I through?” Alice asked when her time was almost up.
   “Knock on the door and say, ‘My name is Alice, and I’d like to come in!”’,” Bill teased.
   Alice rolled her eyes, knowing that Bill was only joking, but decided to do it anyway.
   “My name is Alice and I’d like to come i-AAAAH!”
   The door suddenly swung open and Alice fell inside, landing on the floor, the door slamming shut behind her.
   Alice got up, aching slightly from the fall, and slightly confused. Alice turned, thinking the door had become so warn the lock had just simply broke, but the knob wouldn’t turn when she tried it.
   “Hey!” Alice cried, banging on the door. “Can anyone hear me? The door’s stuck, I need-”
   Alice gasped, feeling a hand on her shoulder, and turned to see a middle aged looking man white haired man wearing a green suite complete with a large top hat that had a piece of parchment with the numbers 10/6 written on it, a cane in his left hand.
   The man smiled warmly. “Hello, Alice. You’re very late, you know.”
   “W-who are you?” Alice asked, startled. “What are you talking about?”
   “You don’t remember me, dear Alice? I’m Hatter.”
   “I’ve never met you before,” Alice replied, backing away from him. “Now, will you please open the door?”
   “It would be rude of me to let you leave without inviting you to tea first.”
   “I really don’t think-”
   “If you don’t think, you shouldn’t talk,” Hatter interrupted, chuckling. “Tell me, did you ever figure out why a raven is like a writing desk?”
   “What are you talking about?” Alice asked, starting to cry. 
   Hatter held out a handkerchief. “Careful, now, you don’t want to start another Pool of Tears.”
   Alice pushed Hatter’s hand away and ran in the opposite direction down a darkened hallway, failing to notice all the pictures on the wall featuring a brown haired little girl interacting with all sorts of strange creatures.
   There was a door slightly ajar with light pouring out of it, so Alice ran inside of it to find a huge ballroom.
   Alice wandered to the center of the room to gaze up at a large chandelier on the ceiling that was twinkling in the light, when the hair on the back of her neck stood on end when Alice heard music playing behind her.
   Alice turned to see Hatter, who had turned on a record playing in the corner.
   “Will you, won’t you, will you, won’t you, won’t you join the dance?” Hatter slightly sang. “We’d have such fun in here, dancing to our heart’s content, pretending we were singing with the Mock-”
   “Why are you doing this?” Alice asked, her voice cracking with fright.
   “You’re the one who asked to come in, just like how you sat down uninvited to the tea party.”
   “Listen, you have me confused with someone else.”
   Hatter shook his head. “Oh, no, there’s only one Alice.”
   “There are plenty of other Alices!” Alice cried. “Why, just at my school there are-”
   “How is Dinah?”
   Alice was taken aback. “She… she died two years ago.”
   “I’m so sorry,” Hatter said sympathetically.
   “How did you…?”
   “You always did like to talk about her,” Hatter replied, moving closer to Alice.
   “But… I…” Alice said, more confused then ever. “I’m certain I don’t know you!”
   “Come with me and sit down,” Hatter said, offering Alice his arm. “Maybe some tea with help clear your head. You do still like tea, don’t you?”
   Alice nodded, hesitantly accepting Hatter’s offer, because it seemed like he had no intention of harming her.
   Hatter hummed a pleasant tune while Alice’s mind was swimming with thoughts as she was lead down a few winding hallways.
   When they reached the room Hatter wanted he opened the door and held it open for Alice before he offered her a soft, comfy red chair to sit in.
   “Do I… really know you?” Alice asked, her memory still drawing a blank, as Hatter sat down across from her, a table sitting between them with a tea pot and two cups on it.
   “We met a long time ago when you were just a little girl,” Hatter answered as he poured Alice a cup of tea and held it out to her.
   “Thank you,” Alice said as she took it. “I’m sorry, but you don’t seem familiar to me at all.”
   Alice brought the rim of the cup to her lips, but then hesitated, wondering if it could possibly be poisoned, which Alice knew was bound to disagree with one sooner or later.
   Alice set her cup down and looked over at Hatter, who had a sad smile on his face.
   “Is anything wrong?” Alice asked. “Have I upset you?”
   Hatter looked up, startled by the sound of Alice’s voice breaking up his thoughts.
   “No,” Hatter answered. “It’s nothing.”
   “You must be tired of kids knocking on your door constantly,” Alice said. “I’ll tell them to leave you alone. I apologize for accepting their dare; my curiosity got the best of me.” Alice laughed. “I should know by now that curiosity often leads to trouble.”
   The two of them then sat in an uncomfortable silence that made Alice feel all the more eager to leave.
   “Well, it was nice meeting you… again,” Alice added after a moments thought. “But I’d better be going, I’m late for my birthday party.
   “Oh, my!” Hatter gasped before he began rooting around in his suite pockets. “Now where did I…? Aha!” Hatter smiled as he pulled out a small felt box from his breast pocket. “I suppose now is as good a time as any to give you this.”
   “Thank you,” Alice said as she took the box.
   “I just wish Dormouse and March Hare could be here,” Hatter said sadly. “The three of us wanted to give it to you if we ever got to see you again.” Hatter bowed his head. “But they’re long since gone.”
   Alice opened the box to find an expensive looking White Rabbit pin that was holding a gold pocket watch in one of his hands.
   “It’s beautiful,” Alice said.
   Hatter smiled. “Now you don’t have to chase white rabbits anymore. But, you were saying that you needed to leave.” Hatter started to stand, but it appeared with much difficulty.
   “Wait, I guess I can stay a little longer,” Alice who was actually started to like Hatter, said.
   “I’m glad,” Hatter replied, settling back down in his chair. “Not a day has gone by that I haven’t thought about the old days when the four of us-”
   “Alice!” the two of them suddenly heard what sounded like a dozen male voices echoing through the halls.
   “Who’s that?” Hatter asked while trying to rise again.
   “Here,” Alice said, rushing over to help him.
   “You haven’t much at all, Alice, I’m so hap-”
   The door to the room burst open, banging against the wall, as five police officers rushed in.
   “Let go of the girl!” one of the officers shouted, the position that Alice and Hatter were in looking compromising to him.
   “No, Wait!” Alice begged. “You’ve got it all wrong! He’s just- Hatter?”
   Hatter fell to his knees, clutching his chest. Alice tried to kneel down beside him, but an officer grabbed Alice’s arm, pulling her away.
   “You’re safe now,” the officer said. “Your friends are all very-”
   “He’s having a heart attack!” Alice screamed. “You have to help him!”
   “An ambulance is already on the way,” another officer, who was trying to assist Hatter, replied.
   “G… Get away from me,” Hatter said breathily. “Where’s Alice?”
   Alice surprised the officer who had grabbed her by running away from him, giving him no time to react, and rushing to Hatter’s side, kneeling beside him.
   “There you are,” Hatter said, reaching his hand up towards Alice.
   Alice took Hatter’s hand in both of her own, surprised by how old he suddenly looked.
   “I’m glad I got to see you one last time…” Hatter whispered, his distant eyes beginning to close.
   “Hatter?” Alice asked, tears running down her cheeks. “Hatter!”
   When the ambulance arrived, one of the officers was attempting CPR on Hatter, but it was no use, he had passed away. It would later be found out that he had been close to one hundred years old, despite his youthful appearance, and that he was more then likely a little senile, getting reality, fantasy, and even time mixed up.
   As Alice walked down the hallways to the mansions exit, escorted by the officers, she clutched the box containing her pin that she had stuffed inside her pocket when the police barged in, tears still running down her cheeks.
   “Did he hurt you at all?” an officer asked. “Do you need to-?”
   “I’m fine,” Alice interrupted. “He was just a lonely old man who thought he knew me.”
   “Oh, Alice!” Alice’s mother cried, running towards her when she emerged from the building. “I was so scared I’d never see you again!” Alice’s mother hugged her tightly.
   “It’s okay,” Alice assured. “He didn’t want to hurt me.”
   “You don’t know that! Lord knows what would have happened if your friends hadn’t gotten help so fast.”
   “We just talked, mom. I was just about to go w-when…” Alice burst into tears and was unable to speak.
   The police told Alice’s mother to take her home since Alice didn’t appear to be harmed, but obviously shook up, and requested that Alice be brought by the station later when she was able to talk.
   The next day Alice went, but she simply told them that Hatter meant her no harm and was just a sweet old man.
   Alice told her friends the same thing, but that didn’t stop the countless stories created when word of what happened spread.
“-Alice was just about to come back when a huge hand pulled her inside!”
“-it was a huge monster who lived there that ate animals and kids!”
“-the police came just in time and took out the werewolf with fifty silver bullets!”
“-they say it was so horrifying, that they won’t let anyone see the body!”

   A week passed, and still Alice thought about Hatter, wearing the pin he gave her everyday, telling anyone who asked that she had found it.
   Despite what her mother and what everyone else said or thought, Alice knew that Hatter had only brought her inside of his house because of her name, so one day she asked her mother how she chose it.
   “It was your great grandmother’s name, and my favorite person to be with. She always had the most wonderful stories and had something delicious for me to eat while I listened.” She sighed. “I wish I’d had paid better attention, though, because I can’t really remember them to pass onto you. I’d also play with her cat Dinah-”
   “Dinah?” Alice repeated.
   “Yes; she named every cat she ever had Dinah, so I kept up the tradition when I bought yours.”
   “Did she ever live in this town?”
   “Yes, she told me it was the best place anyone could ever grow up and that she hated her father for moving the family away because she left behind the best friends she ever had. That’s why I came back.”
   “Is her stuff still in the attic?” Alice asked, starting to put the pieces together.
   “In a trunk in the corner.”
   Alice darted out of the room and up the stairs, almost tripping over her own feet in her haste. When she reached the attic Alice turned on the light and shuddered upon seeing the many spider webs, but did her best to avoid them as she searched.
   Eventually, Alice discovered a dust-covered trunk resting in the corner that made her sneeze multiple times when she opened.
   After rooting through old clothing and various other things Alice came across a black and white photo of four children having a tea party. One Alice knew must be her great grandmother because she looked like her when she was around six. There was another smaller girl with two older boys, one of them with familiar eyes.
   Alice removed the photo from the frame and saw a message written on the back:
Every sip of tea will bring back sweet memories of you; may we meet again someday.
Dorrie Crouse   
Marty Hare
Maddox Hatter

   Alice sat there in shock upon reading the last name; even after all these years Hatter had remembered his dearest friends. Alice took another look inside the trunk and found an old, worn book. Alice blew the dust off and read the title out loud. “Alice in Wonderland?”     
   Alice took the book with her from the attic and brought to her room to read.

   Maddox was wandering though a thick wood, feeling younger, energetic, and lucid then he had in a long time, maybe in his entire life.
   If there had been a mirror in front of him, Maddox would have would have seen why, because he was no longer a decrepit old man.
   “Tulgey Wood?” Maddox read on one of the signs. “It can’t be… Am I in…?”
   Maddox heard three familiar voices drawing nearer as he continued to make his way through the woods and hurried toward them.
   Moments later, Maddox opened a gate to find his three best friends sitting around a large rectangle shaped table that was littered with tea pots and cups.
   Although they were just as he remembered them, Maddox did notice a few small differences. Martin no longer had a speech impediment that caused him to stutter often as he used to, and Doris, although she was still quite small, wasn’t coughing or looking half asleep anymore like she always used to be, but rather bright, alert, and laughing merrily. But Alice, dear Alice… she hadn’t changed at all. Alice was talking with the others, Dinah on her lap, looking as radiant as ever.
   Maddox took a step forward, both eager and nervous to see his old friends again, wondering what he should say to them.
   “Hatter?” Doris said, the first one to notice him.
   Martin and Alice stopped talking immediately and looked at Maddox for a long time, all three of their gazes locked on their long lost companions.
   “You’re late, you know,” Martin finally said, breaking the silence. “You’ve really been killing time.”
   “I’m sorry,” Maddox replied, pulling out one of the chairs to sit on.
   “It’s very rude to sit down when you haven’t been invited.”
   “When was I ever uninvited?”
   Alice smiled. “Sit down, Maddox.”
   Maddox smiled as he did so, taking his usual spot next to Alice, then petting Dinah in her favorite spot under her chin.
   “Well, Alice,” Maddox began as he poured himself a cup of tea. “Would you like to hear a riddle?”