The Complete Alice Wonder Series - Insanity - Books 1 - 9

by Cameron Jace

  “Who said that?” Jack says. “You guys must be dreaming.”

  “What? Are you calling us mad?”

  “Think about it. Why would I play cards for you to beat me when you can just beat me whenever you want? You just misunderstood me.”

  The muscular men scratch their temples, thinking it over. “So, we don’t need to win to beat you?”

  “Right on.”

  “Then no problem. Let’s beat him up, boys.”

  “But hey.” Jack raises his hands. “That’s not a fair fight. And as strong and muscular as you are, you surely want a fair fight. You wouldn’t brag about squashing a cockroach, right? It’s just not good manners.”

  They scratch their heads again. “So, what do you suggest we do?”

  “I’ll fight one man at a time.”

  “Deal.” The man takes off his jacket, his muscles spilling over on the sides. “I’ll go first.”

  “Hey,” Jack says. “Come on. Look at you. You’re twice my age, four times my size, six times my weight. In fact, you’re the size of my whole family.”

  “So, what now, Jack?”

  “I can’t fight you all at once. It’s like you squishing a rat.”

  “Then how am I going to beat you, Jack?” The man starts to lose patience.

  “I suggest I fight with just your arms first.” He raps the man’s arms. “Just about the right size. Your arms against the whole me.”

  “And where do you suggest the rest of me goes?”

  “I don’t know.” Jack shakes his shoulders. “That’s your problem. You could cut off your arm or something.”

  The man grunts, stepping forward.

  “Okay, bad joke.” Jack shrugs. “I have a better idea. Just hear me out.”

  “Last chance.”

  “You wouldn’t be able to move your arm if it wasn’t for your brain, right?”

  “Come again?”

  “The brain sends signals to an arm for it to move and punch someone. You know that, right?”

  “Is that true?” the man asks his buddies.

  They shake their shoulders. “How would we know?”

  “It’s true. Science, they call it,” Jack explains.

  “So, what’s the point?”

  “The point is your arm wouldn’t work without your brain. But your brain works without your arm.”

  “And?”

  “Let’s fight brain to brain.”

  “Why didn’t you say so?” The man laughs. “You want us to fight like bulls. Come here, Jack. I’ll crush your skull for giggles.”

  “Didn’t quite mean that,” Jack protests. “People usually use their brains, not fight with them.”

  “Now, you’re really losing me.”

  “I mean to play brain to brain. We need to simply play cards again. See who wins, have this talk all over again, realize fights are useless, then play again.”

  The man’s head whizzes around. “What?”

  That’s when Jack pulls out a set of cards and flicks them one after the other in their faces. It seems childish at first until I realize the cards are covered with a thick substance that sticks to their faces. When they try to pull it off, it snaps at their skins.

  The men begin to roar.

  Jack runs out of the alley. It happens so fast I don’t have a chance to call after him. When I’m about to, I see Jack jumping into the back of a car filled with girls.

  And who do you think is driving it?

  Lorina Wonder.

  71

  ”You really like this boy,” the Pillar comments behind me.

  I watch Lorina’s car drive away and say nothing.

  “Look,” the Pillar says. “You came to me to ask me what to do with Jack. If you’re really from the future, I suggest you let him go.”

  “You think so?”

  “I do.” He adjusts his glasses. “Better look for your Wonder, bring yourself home while I try to remember everything about myself.”

  I glance one last time at the empty street where Lorina’s car once stood. Maybe he is right. “I think you’re right, Pillar.”

  “See?” He is proud of himself.

  “Logically, I should be the Bad Alice right now, looking for a bus full of students. But I’m not. I feel fine. Maybe I’ve been cured of my darkness.”

  “I’m not sure I’m following. But I’m with you all the way.”

  “Actually, it’s you who I should thank.” I pat him on the shoulder.

  “Me?”

  “You’re the one who helped me become a better person in the future. You—”

  “Stop!” the Pillar says. “Don’t spoil the future for me. I already know I will kill twelve people.”

  “Maybe you know it for a reason. So you can prevent it.”

  “You think so?” He raises an eyebrow. But then his face dims. “No, I don’t think so. I think I’m a badass, ruthless killer. I need to kill the Executioner.”

  “Shouldn’t you remember why you want to kill him first?”

  “I’m sure it’ll all come to me.” He taps the book in his hands. “So, you want to eat ice cream?”

  “Ice cream?” I try not to laugh. “You like ice cream?”

  “Yes.” He lowers his head and whispers, “It helps me with my hookah cravings. I think I’m addicted to smoke.”

  “Is that so?”

  “Come on, Alice of Wonderland,” he chirps. “Let me introduce you to the greatest invention of all time.”

  “Which is?”

  “Licking ice cream. Not ice cream, but the act of licking it. Hazelnut and chocolate ice cream cones.”

  “I’ll pass. I need to find my Wonder.”

  “Ah, that. What could it be? I wonder?”

  I wheeze out half a laugh. “Even if I don’t find it, I’m good. Maybe the Bad Alice isn’t supposed to return to the present. I saved Jack. That’s what matters.”

  “If you say so. It really confused me how you were going to kill him in the first place. Nothing in the events of this day suggests that.”

  “Actually, they do.” My jaw tightens as I watch a black limousine pull over. I know who’s inside it. I’ve seen it before, and I’m starting to experience a few wicked emotions in my chest.

  The Pillar and I stare at the woman stepping out of the limousine while the street is suddenly swarming with Reds. It’s the Queen of Hearts.

  “Where do you think you’re going?” she says.

  “Who are you, woman?” the Pillar says.

  The Queen slaps him with the back of her hand, and the poor professor lands next to the garbage can.

  “What do you want?” I ask her.

  “You know what I want,” she says. “You’ll not mess this up. You’re going to be on that bus in less than an hour. Understand?”

  “And if I don’t understand?” I step up to her.

  She smirks. “You know what the beauty of this moment is?”

  “Enlighten me.”

  “That you’re not much of the Bad Alice, so I don’t fear you, but you’re also not much of the Good Alice, so you won’t mess up the plan.”

  “I’m not following.”

  “You’ve been injecting yourself with little doses of Lullaby so your family won’t expose you as the Bad Alice,” the Queen explains. “It was Mr. Jay’s orders from the beginning. He thought you wouldn’t overdo it. But your love for Jack made you want to resort to becoming good all the time. That’s why you don’t feel like getting on the bus. But now you will.”

  “Wait,” I say. “Are you saying you know I’m from the future?”

  “I do.”

  This part really dizzies me because, according to the timeline, tomorrow, I will stuff a bunch of Lullaby pills in her, and she won’t remember anything after. But today? “How could you possibly know?”

  “Mrs. Tock told me.” She smirks. “For the sake of accuracy, Mrs. Tock, the one you met tomorrow, found a way to tell herself today.”

  I have to blink at the confu
sion of the past-tense verb used with the word “tomorrow.” But I get it. The future is resisting change. It’s pushing me in every possible way to follow the timeline of killing the students.

  Two Reds suddenly restrain me from behind, and the Queen stuffs a mushroom in my mouth. They don’t even need to force me to chew on it, as it melts instantly. Not just that. I find myself craving it because it slowly turns me into my real self. The girl who works for Black Chess.

  It’s a terrible and conflicting feeling. The shift from here to there is like being high on drugs. I am not sure who I am now.

  “It will take a while until you’re fully yourself again,” the Queen says. The Reds let go of me. “But we’ll be watching you until you get on that bus.”

  I fall to my knees from the pain. The Pillar is lying comatose on the ground next to me.

  “Why is it so important I kill my classmates on the bus?” I’m trying my best to use the better part in me, as long as it’s possible.

  “Don’t ask, Alice,” the Queen says. “No one questions their role in the Wonderland Wars. Not when working for Black Chess.”

  Resisting the need to vomit, I am aware I don’t have much time before I fully turn into a Black Chess employee. The damned Mrs. Tock is right again. It seems like I’m destined to kill my classmates.

  But at least I saved Jack.

  The Queen returns to her car. I clench a fist and try to fight the pain in my stomach. Then the worst of my nightmares manifests itself.

  “Alice?” Jack kneels down next to me. “What are you doing here?”

  I raise my eyes and stare into his, seeing how concerned he is.

  “Gosh, you look awful. What did you eat?”

  My face reddens with pain. No words come out of me.

  “Come on.” He gently pulls me up. “We need to get you ready, or we’ll miss the bus.”

  72

  THE PRESENT: INSIDE THE INKLINGS, OXFORD

  “It looks like things are going to work,” Mr. Tick remarked, staring at Alice lying on the bed.

  “The future always finds a way,” Mrs. Tock added, secretly biting on one of his brownies behind his back.

  “What are you two talking about?” Fabiola scowled.

  “The Queen of Hearts corrected Alice’s path, and now she is going to kill everyone on the bus,” Mr. Tick said.

  “Corrected the path? How?” Fabiola’s mind was frying with all the paradoxes of time travel, which she wasn’t interested in, not the slightest. All she cared about was Alice’s death.

  “It’s a long and complicated story,” Mr. Tick said. “All you need to know is that she met Jack, and now they’re going to get on the bus.”

  “And soon she’ll kill them all,” Mrs. Tock said around a mouthful.

  “Are you eating my brownies?” Mr. Tick inquired.

  “Ate your brownies, you mean.” She giggled. “As for you, Fabiola, be very afraid. Once Alice kills her classmates, everything will go the way Black Chess planned it.”

  “How?” Fabiola said. “You still haven’t got your keys.”

  “I’m sure the keys will show up along the way, now that she’s returning to the Bad Alice again,” Mrs. Tock said.

  “Even so,” Fabiola said. “The keys don’t worry me. We’ll fight over them in this life. As long as Alice doesn’t find her Wonder, I’m not worried.”

  “I was just thinking about this, White Queen.” Mr. Tick plunked two sugar cubes into his thirteenth cup of tea. “You may not have understood what her Wonder really is.”

  “What do you mean? Didn’t you say her Wonder is the one thing she’ll always be proud of in life?”

  “Exactly.” He turned the spoon, making clanging noises. “But that’s the Wonder of a so-called good person.”

  “Explain yourself.” Fabiola tensed.

  “A good person’s Wonder may simply be his children,” Mrs. Tock said. “Or the one time they saved the life of a dog when it was in dire need.”

  “So?”

  “So how about a bad person’s Wonder?” Mr. Tick snickered like usual.

  Fabiola grimaced. The implications were disastrous.

  “Let me put it this way,” Mr. Tick said. “The Bad Alice’s Wonder may be different from the Good Alice’s Wonder.”

  “Meaning, her Wonder at this time might be killing someone,” Mrs. Tock explained.

  “Like her classmates, for instance.” Mr. Tick clanked his spoon against his china as if he were calling boxers for the next round of the fight.

  “Genius, Mr. Tick,” Mrs. Tock said.

  “I know, Mrs. Tock.”

  “Are you two saying that Alice’s Wonder may be killing her classmates?” Fabiola said.

  “It would be a Wonder in Black Chess’s eyes,” Mrs. Tock said.

  “You’ve got to be shitting me.”

  “Love it when nuns swear.” Mr. Tick smiled. “It means evil is winning.”

  “Me too, Mr. Tick. Would you please clank that spoon again? Sounds like Alice’s time has come.”

  73

  THE PAST: OXFORD STREETS

  “What do you mean you don’t want to get on the bus?” Jack pulls me by my hand in the most enthusiastic way. “You’ve always wanted to take that ride. You said your life depended on it.”

  “Stop.” I try to wriggle myself out of his embracing arms. “I thought you like Lorina?”

  “Your sis?” Jack laughs. “I admit she keeps chasing me. But I only use her when I need her. Like a few minutes ago, I was betting on cards with stupid men and lost the game. She was a good escape with your mummy’s car.”

  So that was it?

  “Look.” He pulls out a handful of pounds. “I won that off the men.”

  “What’s it for?”

  “For us, Alice. Who else?” He keeps dragging me along the street.

  “Us?”

  “The trip, Alice. We’re getting on that bus. I know you’re worried about money, but once we’re there, I’ll take care of you.”

  “Jack.” I finally stop. “Slow down, please.”

  Jack’s face pales a little. “What is it? You changed your mind?”

  “Changed my mind about what?”

  “About us?”

  Jack is only killing me — if I don’t kill him in a few, that is.

  “I thought you realized how much I love you,” he says. “How can I explain this to you?”

  “I — ”

  “I know. I know. I’m a crook. A thief. I don’t even go to school. But I’ll be a good man, Alice. You can’t just let me go.”

  It’s right now where I can stop it all. I just need to tell him I don’t love him. I can tell him to freakin’ walk away from me. Damn it. Why am I not saying it? It’s just a few words. I don’t love you. I don’t want to see you again. Why can’t I?

  “Look.” Jack pulls me closer. “Only you know me. Only you.”

  “And you don’t know anything about me.”

  “I know enough. It’s not like you can turn out to be worse than me.”

  “I am worse than you, Jack.”

  “Nice one.” He flicks his nose against mine. “Now, don’t be silly. The bus is coming.”

  And you’re never getting out of it, Jack, if I’m on it.

  “It’s our time, Alice,” Jack insists. “We need to have fun together. A life. We need to get on that bus. Hell, I don’t know anyone who wouldn’t want to get on it.”

  “I can’t.” The words slip out of me. “I just can’t.”

  Jack gets the message this time. He realizes I’m not being bratty. He can read it in my eyes. “You’re not in love with that old douche, are you?”

  “Old douche?”

  “That professor. What’s his name?”

  I stop myself from laughing. And though I can just tell him that I am, I can’t bring myself to break his heart.

  “So, what’s the problem, Alice?” Jack says.

  Thinking of an answer, I suddenly notice we’re near the bus
station. It’s a few feet away. That’s it. And there, among the giggling girls waiting for the bus, the Reds stand everywhere, disguised as normal people. The Queen’s limousine waits at the curb. And a woman in a Red fur stands on the opposite side. My instinct tells me Black Chess is all around, to make sure I will get on the bus.

  “Alice, look at me. Tell me what’s going on.” Jack holds me tighter. “I’d die for you, Alice. Just tell me what’s wrong.”

  I’d die for you, Alice. The words cling to my soul. My darker soul, which is suddenly surfacing.

  Why not? I find myself thinking.

  I’ve been manipulating this stupid boy for so long. Why not? Let him get on the bus. Let him die with the others.

  Hail Black Chess.

  Now I’m back. The real me. The one you should fear the most.

  I pull Jack toward the bus station, imagining a scary rabbit staring back at me from a mirror. “Welcome back, Alice,” the rabbit says.

  74

  THE PRESENT: DIRECTOR’S OFFICE, RADCLIFFE ASYLUM, OXFORD

  Dr. Tom Truckle was enjoying his mock turtle soup when Fabiola crashed into his office. He wasn’t sure who she was yet. He’d only seen her serving beer and cracking jokes in the Inklings a couple of times. He’d always joked she looked like a dark version of the famous Vatican nun. But, of course, she couldn’t be her.

  “I need your help.” Fabiola stood by the door, her tattoos barely distracting from her impressively athletic body and good looks.

  “Only my wife asks for help with a sword in her hand.” He drooled some of the soup back into the bowl. “Want to be my next?”

  “Shut up,” Fabiola said. “Alice is about to find her Wonder.”

  “Alice?” He frowned. “Her what?”

  “She has to die.”

  “Are we talking about the mad girl in the cell below?”

  “You know she isn’t in the cell below.” Fabiola stepped up. “I know all about you. About the Pillar manipulating you into letting her out.”

  “Great.” Tom dropped his spoon. “Excuse me if I need to pop another pill to talk to you.”