4- 'The Weasels'

It was so hard for her to go back into that cafe, the bodies of the two individuals she slain have not stopped bleeding. There was blood all over the floor of the entire cafe. She managed to find some bread and tasty dressing, it filled her belly but did nothing to comfort her tortured heart. She was done with this place, leaving it behind with a trail of blood from her shoes. She managed to find the trail marks left behind by the rabbit's vehicle and with that she was lead right into a nearby forest...

Night had come swiftly as the wind, the fog was thick in the horizon and the cold air could very vell chill Alice to the bone.

Alice;
"Oh dear, now where am I? You'd think the White Rabbit would not have gone down such a dreery place."

She just says that not thinking anyone would here her, but there was a soft snicker echoing all around her. She still had that knife in her hand and in her small moment of panic had it sticking out in every direction she frantically looked. There was nobody there, nothing. She decided not to dwell and was going to press on, but when she turned around...

Alice;
"AAAGH!"

There they were, a pack of some rather beastly looking fellows in long coats, each having a hat, cane and pair of glasses.

Barthalemul Weasel;
"Well, well, well. What do we have here?"

Johnathan Weasel;
"I do beleive it's a little girl Barthalemul. But the question is what kind?"

St. Matthews Weasel;
"She looks like some kind of primate, a rather furless primate I might add."

Alice;
"Who are you strange people?"

Gabriael Weasel"
"People? My dear we are animals, not people."

Alice;
"Well, maybe you can give me some directions out of this place. Where am I anyway?"

Clayton Weasel;
"The last place you'd want to be, why have you even come here at all?"

Alice;
"I was following someone and I got lost."

Barthalemul Weasel;
"Oh deary me, this poor little lass got lost in the Wild Woods, how sad."

They all just laughed, her predicament was much too amusing to the likes of them.

She did not want to deal with these creatures, they certainly looked like reall nastly fellows and the way they looked at her envoked much feelings of dread. They all looked very much predatorial, glaring at poor Alice almost as if she were a full course meal. Or parhaps they had much more perverse thoughts in mind behind those menacing eyes.Perhaps if she were to trick them with a psyche out they would leave her alone?

Alice;
"You wouldn't want to mess with such a delacate flower as myself would you?"

St. Matthew Weasel;
"And why is that?"

Alice;
"Well...my friends will be here any moment, a lion...and a bear!"

Barthalemul Weasel;
"You don't say?"

Alice;
"Yes, my friends are a lion and a bear! And they would not be very happy if anything bad were to befall me, I promise you!"

The group of ruffians just gave her a most unconvinced look, they obviously did not fall for such a fib.

Barthalemul Weasel;
"My dear silly little girl, do you really expect us to believe such poppy cock?"

Samuel J. Weasel;
"Afterall there is no such thing in this world as 'friends'."

Artemis Weasel;
"Every creature in this world is only out for themselves."

Barthalemul Weasel;
"Take us weasels for example..."

Alice is rather confused as to what is the point they are trying to make.

The Weasels;
"First you see us, then you don't! Now you hear us, now you won't...Now you feel us, now you can't! Are we real? Perhaps we aren't?! It's our Secret for Survival in a Very Nasty World!"

Alice;
"Is it really such a nasty world?"

Barthalemul Weasel;
"Oh yes, a very nasty world indeed^-^."

The Weasels;
"Nastier that you could ever dream of! From up above and from beneath! Eyes and jaws, claws and teeth! Ready to attack, you are a snack, you better run! Don't come walking in the Wild Wood if you haven't got a gun! Every creature for survival has to look out for itself! Got no nannies here or grannies here to look after your health! You're in the Wild Wood and every child could tell you that you've got no business to be here!"

They were just so terrifying as they spoke, the harshness of their tone just made Alice feel like garbage for some reason.

Alice;
"I do not intend to even stay in these woods! Just please let me be and I'll leave your territory post haste!"

Samuel J. Weasel;
"Oh what's the matter? Are words we speak making you feel unwelcome here^-^?"

Alice;
"I didn't intend to come here! I was just looking for that stupid White Rabbit!"

One of thes weasels then got right up to her face, glaring at her with such beastly, unkind eyes behind his pair of shades, grinning madely.

Barthalemul Weasel;
"Then perhaps you should have not entered our Wild Wood at all, just to find some measely rabbit^-^!"

Alice just reacted, not even having conscious control over her own arm. That knife in her hand was as sharp as ever, it tasted the blood of that weasel in front of her right at the cheek. Most animals would no doubt be infuriated by getting cut, but strangely enough the Weasel just cackled like a hyena. They all did in fact, finding amusement that this girl would be able to just use that knife without hesitation.

Artemis Weasel;
"Well that explains the smell of blood seeping from your dress."

Gabriel Weasel;
"And here we thought you were just a helpless little child who couldn't hurt a flea^-^."

Alice;
"No! I'm not a murderer!"

Samuel J. Weasel;
"Just because you're not a murderer doesn't mean you're not a killer."

They now jumped around her like children playing hopscotch, teasing her and laughing at her reactions.

Alice:
"I did not mean to kill anyone!"

St. Matthews Weasel;
"Just because you didn't mean to doesn't excuse you from responsibility."

Clayton Weasel;
"But who's to say you didn't enjoy yourself when that knife had tasted blood?"

Alice;
"No I didn't!"

Johnathan Weasel;
"And who knows, maybe you have such a wonderful sense of pleasure from seeing blood spill?"

Alice;
"NO I DON'T!"

Artemis Weasel;
"Perhaps your just a cold, heartless bitch who has no problem taking lives?"

Alice;
"I AM NOT A COLD BLOODED KILLER!"

Barthalemul;
"Go ahead little girl, try to kill us all, save yourself take that knife in your hands and send us off into an eternal sleep! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!"

Sleep? That word caught Alice's attention most immediately, just then she finally remembered of what she took from that cafe, still not sure what kind of precognition possessed her to take that vile. But she had indeed brought it, pulling it out from her pocket as well as a handkerchief she always kept, it bore the initials of her mother and a most beautiful heart-shaped butterfly symbol.

St. Matthews Weasel;
"What is this? A vile of salt?"

Johnathan Weasel;
"Perhaps it's pepper?"

Barthalemul Weasel;
"My dear just what good is that vile in your hands going to do for you?"

Alice;
"Well you did tell me to put you to sleep, so sleep well!"

She shoved the handkerchief onto her mouth and nose ever so tightly, taking that vile and lunging it forward at the weasel. The very nose of that dispicable creature was given a nice dose of powder, sending him into an honest to true state of slumber.

At first there was confusion, but then the weasels decided to get Alice, one of them grabbed her from behind but she managed to put his lights out with some powder. They would easily overwhelm her with their numbers but they were too busy trying to scare her into submission with their erratic movements, she did not fall for it and still kept sprinkling that powder om each and every one of them. She prayed with every fiber of her being that she would not run out of this stuff, praying she would not have to take any more lives with the wretched knife. And as if by some divine stroke of luck the only time she ran out of the powder is when the last of the weasels is sedated, all of them are out cold and given their character are no doubt dreaming such nasty little things.

Alice;
("I do believe I no longer like weasels, such nasty creatures.")

She would not let the handkerchief down from her face, she felt the powder's very smell would send her into a dream state, she had no time to waste here for who knows how long they will remain like this. She had to get away, off deeper into the Wild Wood she continued hoping to get as far away from these beastly weasels as possible.
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The one thing I like best about Alice in Wonderland is how nonsensicle it is to the point where you can just put anything you want into the story and it'll fit just fine. Crossover fodder at it's finest, but why do crossovers like Kingdom Hearts or such when it's much more fun to cross Lewis Carroll's material with other literary classics? Therefore, I took the weasels from the Wind and the Willows and made a new encounter for our Little Alice. This won't be the last time I do something like this, I still got one major cross over in store that'll really make fore fun adventures for Alice^-^.

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