Forward: This was written my senior year of high school (oh happy happy joy joy, please note the sarcasam). I wrote this for one of my favorite teachers, Mr. Dick Wakk (yes, that is his name) as a response to reading 'Repent Harlequin'. If you have not read that yet, then I highly suggest you do.
By: EliVonShai (e.v-s.)
Alice lounged in a rustic looking leather chair, dragging pulls off of a hookah. The tobacco and dried peach substance had always been her favorite way to unwind, and the flavors stained her lips for hours. Everette hated it, so Alice considered it only fair that she have her fun while he had his running around the city causing mischief. With a smirk pulled tight over her lips, she unearthed a sacred (and very illegal) record player.
Alice only used this on very special occasions but tonight, she felt lucky. The Ticktokman had told them music was a disgrace, and a waste of time. Alice never understood this, as all she could hear was beauty in the highs and lows. She had to keep the volume low though, for fear the simple notes would reach the Ticktokman's eardrums.
Luck however, was not on Alice's side that night, and news of Alice did meet the Ticktokman's eardrums. It was not the record player that concerned him however, it was her relation to one Harlequin. The record player simply gave him ammunition to make a more "legal" move. "Go ask Alice," said the Ticktokman, "I think she'll know."
Alice, still in her leather nest, had set down her hookah hose and picked up a hairbrush. The handle was what had made her buy it, who could resist an adorable white rabbit? Alice brushed her plush, blonde locks in beat to the bass that played softly in the background. This, was her Eutopia, now if only Everette was here to help populate, they could build the society he desired in the very sheets they shared. Her heart warmed at this thought, then shattered into a million pieces when Ticktok finger men burst threw the bay view windows which only minutes ago had held the sun in citrus orange. Alice jumped from her chair and struck a fighting pose.
"What is the meaning of this?" exclaimed Alice. The response she got was steel toed boot to her most valued record player. Gears and wood cracked and flew in protest. Alice could feel tears rushing like molten lava tearing through her nerves, and a gasp escaped her lips.
Defeated she knew, Alice fell to her knees in despair. The Ticktok finger men grabbed Alice by her arms, lifting her off the floor, and almost cracking her shoulder blades. She was taken directly to the Ticktokman, who of course was ready and waiting for the young, grief stricken Alice. She was then promptly thrown before him similar to a slab of meat before a hungry dog. And the Ticktokman, was salivating.
"Do you know why you are here Alice?" purred the mechanic man. Alice, said nothing, and wiped the snot that had begun streaming with her tears from her face, and exhaled sharpley. "I'll take that as a yes." And at this, the Ticktokman grabbed Alice's golden hair and pulled, Alice yelped in pain. "You've had some questionable tastes Alice. First music, and now consummating a relationship with one wanted Harlequin? For shame." Alice's eyes were wide as dinner plates. The music was no surprise, but how had he known of her company?
As if reading her mind the Ticktokman rumbled "Your neighbors don't appreciate such unsightly and not to mention dangerous types crawling threw windows and the like so late at night. And honestly, the screams have had them concerned for a while. Don't you know an over active libido will cause tardiness in everyday life?" Alice's pulse raced, everything was starting to blur together, the hours of midnight prowls into a world of ecstasy, the sheepish looks from the neighboring families, even the awkward silence Alice had noticed now occupying her hall way the past several weeks. Goddamn apartment life.
The Ticktokman was behind Alice now, but his golden hold remained strong as he spat into Alice's ear. "Do you know what the penalty for treason is Alice?" The perspiration that filled Alice's ear canal only contributed to her rising blood pressure, and she could feel it escape threw her nose in crimson. "I
" Sputtered Alice's blood soaked lips "I believe in love, and I believe in freedom. Two internal beings, which hold no value to time. You may kill me, but you will never love as I have loved, or to have spent the time knowing freedom with no bounds. Time, will not imprison me."
The Ticktokman roared in anger and threw Alice to the ground, "There is no time for this treachery! There is only action! Action and reaction! Alice you must pay for your penance! Repent Alice!" Alice's carved cheekbone kissed the marble floor of the time lord. Blood bubbled from her mouth as the Ticktokman stomped over to Alice's crumpled body. This time, armed, with a single crooked dagger.
Again, he snatched hold of Alice's golden mane, placing the blade to her neck he spat, "I know what grows inside you Alice, I know why you've been staying cooped up in your apartment for so long. You're afraid to bear the child of a masked maniac! You know the humiliation that awaits your spawn!" "NO!" Shrieked Alice with a pitch that would have shredded even tungsten.
Eyes to marble, Alice rasped "I hid from people like you slop. Because people like you, destroy what they don't understand." The Ticktokman, rumbled from within, and then exploded into laughter.
"You are a fool Alice, only fools believe in things like timeless love, and anarchy. But I'll make this so simple, even a fool of your breed will be able to understand." And the gears of the Ticktokman turned the blade against Alice's throat. "I want, his name. And if you want to be able to so much as think of naming your little pup, you will give it to me."
Alice froze in time. The only sound that now filled their domain was the drip, as vermillion met cream marble, and threw light breathing Alice dared utter. "His life, for this
his life, for another. One fight, for another
" she whispered. "You are wasting my time Alice, the time for choosing is now. Accept your destiny, or die on the floor like the fool you are." Growled the Ticktokman.
Listening to: The sounds of the city.
Reading: What is before me.
Watching: Words form upon screen.
Playing: No games.
Eating: All who dare stand before me.
Drinking: The blood of their children.