The First Alice: ♤

(These stories, there are going to be four, are based off of the song Alice Human Sacrifice. It's a Vocaloid song and the plot is based similarly to the series made by NipahDubs and others. Also warning: Involves a bit of dark stuff and a small bit of gore c:)

There once lived a small dream who wanted people to visit him. Unfortunately he had no way of getting them to come. Until he thought of a way…he would lead them there himself.

The First Alice was a wrathful woman of the spade…

Screams and cries rang through the air. Battle cries were heard along with the slashing and dripping of blood. At the head of the battlefield stood a woman in armour with clothing the colour red where it could fit right in. The war, though morbid and merciless, was something that excited her as she eagerly fed her hungry sword to the masses of people that charged towards her. She stopped for a moment to rest as she looked up at the battlefield. "Our morale is dropping and we're losing soldiers by the second. As much as I dislike it I'll have to draw back." She murmured to herself as she was about to draw back but suddenly wasn't on the battlefield anymore.

There were no bodies, no rough rocks or dirt. There was almost literally nothing as it was a vast area of white plain. "Where am I?!" She hissed, "My warriors need me!" She shouted in frustration. A young boy appeared before her.
"Not anymore they don't. You're going to Wonderland."

That was how in a few moments the woman stood outside the walls of what she assumed was a castle. One she had never seen before. She glared suddenly becoming extremely suspicious and stomped through the walls and yelped in surprise. There was a young looking character wearing the colour of her enemy and the eyes of the woman dilated as her being was filled with fury. Lifting her broadsword above the youth's head she then brought it down creating the meshing sound she knew so well. That was when the pure pleasure of killing infested within her and she started a killing spree throughout the wonderland castle.

And righteously she held a sharpened blade within her hand.
Never hesitating to slay all within her way.
Creating paths of blood that followed her through Wonderland.

Eventually she had caused a mass riot and the villagers had managed to throw her out of town. Nevertheless the Alice of Spades kept her killings on as she left a trail of blood leading into the dark woods that swallowed her up into corruption and she was never seen again.

Deep into the darkened forest, Alice walked the line.
Captured and imprisoned as the embodiment of Sin.
If it were not for the murderous wake left behind.
No one would have suspected that she had ever been.

The dream sighed as he swung his small doll around, clicking his toungue. "That toy broke…how unfortunate and now I need a new one!" He impatiently discarded the doll dressed in armour and red and waited to call his next Alice.