Alice in Wonderhell by Min-chan the Otaku (books to read in a lifetime txt) 📕

“Sorry...” she whispered sadly. “Queen! E5!” Alice shouted with a shaky voice, for she was scared of Matthew now. The British girl slowly watched in horror, as the white queen slid and held the exact same floating Medieval sword. Before Matthew had time to look up, the large weapon had already stabbed him in the heart, making him choke out blood and fill the room with a huge cry of pain before he vanished. That moment, it was like the sword had split Alice’s heart in half. She had killed the man who could’ve loved her. What if he actually did? Why was she hurting him again?! “NO!” she screamed with regret, finally realizing what she had done, but she was too late, for all was left were the pools of blood. This really was hell... Alice really did have feelings for the Canadian, but yet she killed him. Alice screamed in frustration, she wanted to leave this hell so badly, but it was too late for that.

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The game became more and more intense, with each kill, each move, each scream, each bloody body part that fell. Alice slowly started to panic more and more as she looked up at the clock: four to twelve. Alice had lost a lot of her chess pieces, only leaving Arthur with plenty. Alice shivered, no wonder he is the queen, he has the most power and he’s not targeted as much as Oliver, who was the black king.

“King, F6.” she told herself as she took one step to her left.

“Queen, F1.” Arthur began as he slowly walked up to his assigned square.

“King, E7.” Alice took a step back diagonally. Looking to her left, she saw two other black pawns that she knew too well: Gilbert and Leonardo, smirking at her as they stood in squares D7 and C7. They only snickered, finding something really amusing. Alice felt confused, had she done something wrong?

“Queen, E1.” Alice suddenly jumped at the sudden large move. Arthur simply walked across the checker board, each square bringing him closer to Alice. Her heart started beating really fast, she was trapped. Of course, she had several choices, but each led to her doom: she could go and kill Gilbert, the one who protected her since they got to Wonderhell; she could kill Arthur, who was waiting patiently, but get killed because the scary boy who wanted her eyes was diagonally from the Queen. Alice gulped at her last choice: take one step forward and get killed by the Queen. She was no doubt, surrounded, and she had failed to notice that earlier. She felt the pressure start to build as her forehead became sweaty as well as her hands. She was didn’t know what to do, knowing all moves could lead to death. Alice looked at Gilbert with sad eyes. She noticed he was smiling warmly at her, knowing she would kill him. A feeling of guilt shot her, she had bullied him too in the past. No, she didn’t want to kill Gilbert like how she killed Matthew, it was too much. No matter how true it might be that they were all lies, she still believed that once in their life, they were the real friends she knew. Alice clenched her teeth, thinking about how it was all her fault they suffered so much. The time was now one until twelve, giving her only one minute to make a move.

“Time is running out...” voices rang through her head repeatedly. She started to panic, not wanting to die all of a sudden. The ticking of the clock mixed with the voices and echoes, the sound of wails and cries filled her head they made her dizzy. So many emotions filled her: confused, lost, hopeless. Alice screamed in pain as the pressure was getting heavier. This really is hell... She started crying and wailing, trying to get the noises out of her head. It was as if her head could explode any second with brain parts and blood flying everywhere.

“King, E8!” she screamed at the top of her lungs, making the room and all the noises in her head silent. Slowly, Alice realized what she had said. Her heart started beating faster as she felt like screaming and stopping time. Alice tried to protest, trying to tell everyone she didn’t mean it, but she started taking a step towards the square in front of her. “NO!” she cried repeatedly, but she had no control over her body. Alice started crying and bawling as she soon was now standing on the square labelled E8. Only the dark laugh of Arthur could be heard.

“Queen, E8.” he chuckled and started making his way towards Alice, who was quivering with fear and hopelessness. “You lose, Alice. It was a fun challenging game but, I just can’t be simply beat.” pitied the Queen. “Now you know Alice, make the right choice, for you can’t go back in time...” Arthur continued, “Checkmate.” He lifted his Medieval sword in the air and slashed it down towards Alice. A sudden rush of pain shot through her neck, feeling liquid gush out and her bones crack. She chocked out some blood as her eyes went became wide with pain. She felt like screaming, except she could no longer scream. She gagged and felt numb from her neck down. There was another sudden pain in her chest as the cold metal stabbed right through her, leaving the blood exploding everywhere on the checker board. At the very end of the long blade was a pinkish-red object with several veins still attached to it. Alice slowly looked forward, only to see it was her ‘tomato’, still pumping at an enormous speed. The weapon suddenly pulled out, taking the organ with it, as it stabbed Alice again, except lower. The pain was unbearable as she saw her intestines fall out with blood fountains gushing out of them. Alice started to cry from all the pain, but she still couldn’t scream for help. She felt something grab her hair, as only her head was lifted up into the air. Arthur brought the girl’s head to his face as he chuckled with a wide mad grin. “This is FUN!” he laughed madly as he threw the poor head up into the air, sending it flying. The Queen raised his sword in an upright position as Arthur’s grin grew wider. Alice soon started to fall down towards the ground, due to gravity. But something stopped her from reaching the ground. Instead, she felt an enormous wave of pain shoot through her left eye. In her eye, was the long weapon that stabbed right through her eye and out the other side of her head, making a giant fountain of red liquid. Alice finally screamed, using all the power she had left, she wailed and cried blood as she wished she had never mistreated her friends. The blood slowly dripped on Arthur’s perfect face, only making him lick them off. This really is hell... Alice suddenly felt nothing, for all she could see was darkness.

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Alice tried to open her eyes, but she had none to open. Where was she? Why didn’t she have any eyes? Somehow looking around, she saw that she was on a shelf of some sort, along with chess pieces placed carefully beside her. Everything was huge compared to Alice, or was it Alice was small compared to everything? She looked down, only to see she was a wooden white piece herself, no arms nor legs. It suddenly hit her:

“...But your soul will be kept in a chess piece, and you will be part of my giant collection...” she suddenly remembered Arthur say to her. Alice started to panic, was she trapped here forever?! She had to get out of here! But before she could do anything else, she heard it:

“I’m a little teapot, short and stout...” a familiar tiny voice sang. It sounded too familiar and evil. Alice tried to get a better look at where she was. Looking off the shelf, she saw that she was in a room, similar to hers, but a bit different. Suddenly, she saw a boy around her age with black hair and red squared classes start to make his way towards the sound. It was starting all over again.

“NO! DON’T GO!” Alice shouted, but nothing came out, for she had no mouth. Alice frantically tried to move herself, in order to get the poor child’s attention.

“Here is your tea and here are my fangs.” The boy gave a puzzled look as he started to walk towards the sound. Alice suddenly managed to get on her side, but she still wasn’t off the shelf. She needed to save him! She wasn’t able to save anyone before! Not even herself! “When you’re being mean I’ll take you there...” the little tune continued. Alice slowly forced herself to roll off the shelf, landing on the wooden floor with a clatter. Pain shot through her, but she didn’t care. But the boy had already left to the door, making Alice too late. Alice cried silently in her soul, she couldn’t help anyone, once again. “To be punished, like Alice in Wonderhell.” the song finished, leaving Alice hopeless and devastated in her soul as everything went blank and all that could be heard were the giggles of a young child.