It’s hard to explain this feeling inside me. It’s harder to explain how good I feel, dragging Jack toward the bus station. Old and scattered memories of the Bad Alice flood my soul as I am about to kill my classmates.
As we head to the station, a thinner, weaker Good Alice tries to oppose me, trying to understand why I am supposed to kill those on the bus. But things happen so fast, I can’t locate such an old memory I’ve devoted my life to — my darker life, that is.
“I’m glad you changed your mind.” Jack holds my hand, now standing among others at the station.
“Me too.” I peck him on the cheek, my evil eyes sparkling with all the wrong emotions. It’s weird how darkness feels so powerful. It reminds me of Fabiola warning me of getting stained when looking darkness in the eyes. The poor woman discreetly hoped I wasn’t the Real Alice all this time. What an old, mentally conflicted nun.
The bus is supposed to arrive in ten minutes. The innocent passengers have no idea of their morbid fates. Most of the passengers are girls. In fact, there are only three boys about to get on the bus. I wonder why.
Please don’t do this, Alice. You’re not her anymore.
That weak and stupid voice of the Good Alice inside me—it annoys me. If I only had the means to choke her. But that would be choking myself, too. And hell, I freakin’ like me. I like the Bad Alice. Once I kill for Black Chess, I should take some time to immerse myself in the bloody memories of the past.
A couple of memories loom before me. Me, back then in Wonderland, after the events of the circus, mercilessly slaying a few humans. Why would I give up on such power? And I thought I was an insane girl buried underground, thinking she could save lives.
“Alice.” Jack squeezes my hand.
“Yes, baby?”
“Do you want your necklace back?”
“Necklace?”
“The one you gave me last week,” Jack says. “You said it’s important.”
“Of course I want it back.” I don’t have the slightest idea what he is talking about.
But Jack doesn’t get a chance to give it back. Suddenly he falls to his knees, clutching at his stomach.
“What’s wrong, Jack?” I say, but it’s not like I care. I am just annoyed at the plan going wrong.
“My stomach hurts so much.”
“All of a sudden?” I say. “Man up, Jack. The bus is coming soon.”
“It hurts.” He moans. “I think I need to visit the bathroom.”
“You what?”
Jack hurtles through the crowd in a flash. He needs to use the loo that bad. It happens so fast that I’m perplexed. My plan can’t go wrong. I don’t know, but Jack has to die along with the passengers, even though I know he isn’t the target. I just don’t want to change the course of events. I must have had a reason to kill him in the past, and the reason should remain now.
“He’s gone to the bathroom?” A panting Pillar shows up, adjusting his glasses again.
“Can you believe this?” I say.
“I can.” The Pillar grins. “It was me.”
“You?”
“I slipped something into his drink,” he says. “A Chinese herb I use when constipated. He isn’t coming out of there anytime soon.”
“What? Why?”
“Didn’t you want him off the bus?” The Pillar drools like a bulldog.
I slap him on the face and then kick him out on the street. “Can you get any dumber?”
Suddenly his girl fans are upset with me, pushing me sideways, and kneeling down to help their Wonderland believers.
“Duh!” I shout.
I could easily kill them here right now. But they have to die on the bus for some reason. I have to get Jack back. And fast. The bus is coming.
Chapter 76
THE PRESENT: RADCLIFFE ASYLUM
Tom stood watching Fabiola lecture the Mushroomers. She was telling them of the Bad Alice and all the details they hadn’t known about earlier. The Mushroomers, holding to the bars, listened tentatively.
“So we’re not mad?” one of them asked.
“Not the least,” Fabiola said. “It was this man who framed you and brought you here.” She pointed at Tom.
The Mushroomers produced noises of anger and were about to shoot laser beams out of their eyes at him, Tom thought. “I was asked to do this,” he explained. “Lewis Carroll told me.”
It didn’t seem to change anything. If they were set free now, they were going to eat him alive.
“Tom is right,” Fabiola broke in. “He was instructed by Lewis Carroll to make an army out of you. You do know who Lewis is, right?”
“The madman!” all the Mushroomers said in one breath.
It was then when Tom realized the Mushroomers had lost it. He wasn’t that surprised, though. Locking a sane man in a room for too long and expecting him to come out as sane as he was before was a big joke. The shock therapy, the lonely nights, and all the things they went through. Who wouldn’t lose their mind?
“What’s going on, Tom?” Fabiola said.