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Escape From Wonderland (IN-CHARACTER)
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Chapter 1♥
Enter Wonderland...
Your days are bleak and meaningless. Each moment passing by as you watch the colorless analog clock tick relentlessly on the wall to your left. Tick. Tick. Tick.
Once more around goes the small red hand, indicating seconds, and you could almost swear if you looked close enough and kept your eyes open for more than a few fleeting seconds, you could see the hour arm move just a tiny inch.
Drifting from reality made an excellent escape. Your hands began to fidget without just-cause, falling in line with the ticks of the clock and time went by. And so much time did. Years had passed, your time in Whittingham seeming like the only life you ever lived. As if hit over the head by a boulder, your delusion and thoughts were shattered by loud voices, rushing into your small room. Your attention shifted to the large white-laden men before you, eyes opened wide in shock and horror. This didn't seem right.
Strong arms were around your tiny frail body in a moments notice, lifting you into the air with grips of steel. Though you remained still and scared in your head, your body thrashed against their burly grips, failing in any attempts of escape.
Where were you being taken? What was this? Why were these men so silent to your screams and pleads of questions?
Your mind began to dim into it's own personal hide-out, a place where you couldn't be disturbed. It felt like hours were passing, your near limp and lifeless body being dragged through many dark and deserted hallways, following aimlessly down stairways and different passages. After about the 60th time you had asked where you were being taken - you figured no answer was coming.
Where ever you were now smelt horrible, like sulfur and Buckley's medicine; a horrible mixture. Drips of strange creamy white liquid fell from cracks in the ceiling of this hallway, and before you could even take a second to guess what it might be, you were blinded.
Utter blackness filled your field of vision and you were pretty sure if you had access to your hands - reaching up to your face would warrant the feeling of some type of fabric directly over your eyes. Each second of this silent capture was getting stranger and stranger, until finally, you hear some soft side-conversation. The beautiful thing that was sound once again reaching your ears, it was a comfort to know you weren't being taken to a dark ally way to be raped and murdered.
It seemed as if you being dragged on forever, at this point in time, your feet had stopped working and your body had gone almost completely limp. Each passing second, different conversation fell into your ears, and one word kept ringing through them: "Underground".
What was that?
A few minutes passed and you could once again feel your body being hoisted into the air. Then the cold, harsh feeling of chilled steel hit your back, There was a crinkling, a couple tearing noises, and some soft chatter around you, accompanied by the beeps of many unknown machines. After being in a tech-less institute for so many years, these sounds were foreign, and strange. Thoughts came faster then reactions as your arms were pinned to the table bellow you by means of leather straps - followed by your legs.
Slowly and painfully, 20-some needles were inserted into different areas of your head, causing you to burst out screaming in pain, as each needle found it's way to it's destination. One of the people around you, most likely one of them that carried you to this place, quickly shoved a piece of soft cloth into your gaping mouth, ceasing the insentient screams.
Your muffled cries now muted, eyesight taken away and with pain throbbing through your head in every single area, it felt like a complete defeat.
"Alright...Initiate Project: Wonderland..."
A cold feeling ran it's way through your entire body, jolting every single nerve ending you ever knew you had. Your body involuntarily struggled underneath it's binds, trying to lash free of the pain and visions you were feeling and seeing. Drips and swirls of light filled your blinded vision, rushing through your mind in a torrent of flashes, different memories, the incident...
You tried to scream, tried to fight, but before you knew it, you were no longer in darkness, instead, before you a new world presented itself, a Wonderland...
Enter Wonderland...
Your days are bleak and meaningless. Each moment passing by as you watch the colorless analog clock tick relentlessly on the wall to your left. Tick. Tick. Tick.
Once more around goes the small red hand, indicating seconds, and you could almost swear if you looked close enough and kept your eyes open for more than a few fleeting seconds, you could see the hour arm move just a tiny inch.
Drifting from reality made an excellent escape. Your hands began to fidget without just-cause, falling in line with the ticks of the clock and time went by. And so much time did. Years had passed, your time in Whittingham seeming like the only life you ever lived. As if hit over the head by a boulder, your delusion and thoughts were shattered by loud voices, rushing into your small room. Your attention shifted to the large white-laden men before you, eyes opened wide in shock and horror. This didn't seem right.
Strong arms were around your tiny frail body in a moments notice, lifting you into the air with grips of steel. Though you remained still and scared in your head, your body thrashed against their burly grips, failing in any attempts of escape.
Where were you being taken? What was this? Why were these men so silent to your screams and pleads of questions?
Your mind began to dim into it's own personal hide-out, a place where you couldn't be disturbed. It felt like hours were passing, your near limp and lifeless body being dragged through many dark and deserted hallways, following aimlessly down stairways and different passages. After about the 60th time you had asked where you were being taken - you figured no answer was coming.
Where ever you were now smelt horrible, like sulfur and Buckley's medicine; a horrible mixture. Drips of strange creamy white liquid fell from cracks in the ceiling of this hallway, and before you could even take a second to guess what it might be, you were blinded.
Utter blackness filled your field of vision and you were pretty sure if you had access to your hands - reaching up to your face would warrant the feeling of some type of fabric directly over your eyes. Each second of this silent capture was getting stranger and stranger, until finally, you hear some soft side-conversation. The beautiful thing that was sound once again reaching your ears, it was a comfort to know you weren't being taken to a dark ally way to be raped and murdered.
It seemed as if you being dragged on forever, at this point in time, your feet had stopped working and your body had gone almost completely limp. Each passing second, different conversation fell into your ears, and one word kept ringing through them: "Underground".
What was that?
A few minutes passed and you could once again feel your body being hoisted into the air. Then the cold, harsh feeling of chilled steel hit your back, There was a crinkling, a couple tearing noises, and some soft chatter around you, accompanied by the beeps of many unknown machines. After being in a tech-less institute for so many years, these sounds were foreign, and strange. Thoughts came faster then reactions as your arms were pinned to the table bellow you by means of leather straps - followed by your legs.
Slowly and painfully, 20-some needles were inserted into different areas of your head, causing you to burst out screaming in pain, as each needle found it's way to it's destination. One of the people around you, most likely one of them that carried you to this place, quickly shoved a piece of soft cloth into your gaping mouth, ceasing the insentient screams.
Your muffled cries now muted, eyesight taken away and with pain throbbing through your head in every single area, it felt like a complete defeat.
"Alright...Initiate Project: Wonderland..."
A cold feeling ran it's way through your entire body, jolting every single nerve ending you ever knew you had. Your body involuntarily struggled underneath it's binds, trying to lash free of the pain and visions you were feeling and seeing. Drips and swirls of light filled your blinded vision, rushing through your mind in a torrent of flashes, different memories, the incident...
You tried to scream, tried to fight, but before you knew it, you were no longer in darkness, instead, before you a new world presented itself, a Wonderland...
Chapter 2♥
Doctor Archibald Jr.
Everything that surrounded you was shaded with impeccable beauty. The leaves that hung from the bizarre and foreign trees, the flowers that sprouted from the soft and lush grass, even the cogs and cards that roamed free in the sky seemed to hold an enchanting air of mystery. Each thing its own, belonging everywhere, and nowhere, this… was Wonderland.
A sense of overwhelming joy began to cascade through your body, warming it from the very core of your being. And just as soon as this beautiful feeling had come, it dispersed, leaving you cold, rigid and in pain. Falling to the ground, you held your head in pain, squeezing your eyes shut with exasperated breaths. What was happening?
--
Dr. Archibald Jr. entered the facility slowly, careening around different doctors and nurses alike. His one and only thought on the Project: Wonderland room. The odd individual skulked his way to the end of the hall, eyes landing on a large, metal door reading “Authorized Personal Only”, his ticket to project wonderland. Managing to get his hands on a security pass earlier, Dr. Archibald Jr. quietly pushed open the doors, stepping inside the round, white room.
He first found himself drawn to the heart rate and brain function monitors – then his direction found what he was searching for; the largest screen in the room, most likely 70 to 80 inches wide, was the internal projection monitor. Its screen split up into numerous little squares, showcasing what was happening inside the minds of each and every limp body of the patients before him, strapped to the table, bound and restrained from moving.
IV’s injected into their arms, oxygen masks over their faces – Dr. Archibald snickered silently to himself, removing a small clear bag from an inside pocket of his doctors coat.
“Sir, may I see your badge?" Un-welcoming and rather harsh tone echoed throughout the obscure doctors ears. He turned to face the man standing beside him, clad in a security outfit, hand placed haphazardly on his belt.
Dr. Archibald stuttered for a moment before slowly reaching into his jacket, pulling a large black 20mm pistol from the inside pocket. He pointed it at the officer, shooting in an instant, before turning on the other 5 in the room, taking their lives as well.
The doctor snickered, rushing up to the double metal doors, securing them tightly with some binding he had found throughout the room.
He slowly walked up to one of the patients in the room, circling around each body he saw, eyeing them with malice and intent. He reached down to a soft cheek, running his calloused and dry fingers along the skin, smirking. He positioned himself in front of the 80 inch screen, observing each inmates different Wonderland. It was joyous to see his father’s work put to the test and now, William Archibald Jr would succeed his father and finish what he started so many years ago.
He removed a vile from his coat, linking it swiftly with the multi-intervenes of each patient, lacing the hallucinogenic and mental stimulants into their blood streams. Now the true Project: Wonderland would commence.
--
As the drugs coursed through your body in the real world, your vision began to blur in wonderland. Images of rotting foliage, bloody rivers, demented creatures and gooey black sludge ran rampant. The pain momentarily began to subside as you opened your eyes, enveloping the new wonderland into your senses and consciousness.
In the distance you could hear spitting and screeching, buzzing and roaring – sounds of anger and malice waiting to rip into your mind. What was happening?!
Doctor Archibald Jr.
Everything that surrounded you was shaded with impeccable beauty. The leaves that hung from the bizarre and foreign trees, the flowers that sprouted from the soft and lush grass, even the cogs and cards that roamed free in the sky seemed to hold an enchanting air of mystery. Each thing its own, belonging everywhere, and nowhere, this… was Wonderland.
A sense of overwhelming joy began to cascade through your body, warming it from the very core of your being. And just as soon as this beautiful feeling had come, it dispersed, leaving you cold, rigid and in pain. Falling to the ground, you held your head in pain, squeezing your eyes shut with exasperated breaths. What was happening?
--
Dr. Archibald Jr. entered the facility slowly, careening around different doctors and nurses alike. His one and only thought on the Project: Wonderland room. The odd individual skulked his way to the end of the hall, eyes landing on a large, metal door reading “Authorized Personal Only”, his ticket to project wonderland. Managing to get his hands on a security pass earlier, Dr. Archibald Jr. quietly pushed open the doors, stepping inside the round, white room.
He first found himself drawn to the heart rate and brain function monitors – then his direction found what he was searching for; the largest screen in the room, most likely 70 to 80 inches wide, was the internal projection monitor. Its screen split up into numerous little squares, showcasing what was happening inside the minds of each and every limp body of the patients before him, strapped to the table, bound and restrained from moving.
IV’s injected into their arms, oxygen masks over their faces – Dr. Archibald snickered silently to himself, removing a small clear bag from an inside pocket of his doctors coat.
“Sir, may I see your badge?" Un-welcoming and rather harsh tone echoed throughout the obscure doctors ears. He turned to face the man standing beside him, clad in a security outfit, hand placed haphazardly on his belt.
Dr. Archibald stuttered for a moment before slowly reaching into his jacket, pulling a large black 20mm pistol from the inside pocket. He pointed it at the officer, shooting in an instant, before turning on the other 5 in the room, taking their lives as well.
The doctor snickered, rushing up to the double metal doors, securing them tightly with some binding he had found throughout the room.
He slowly walked up to one of the patients in the room, circling around each body he saw, eyeing them with malice and intent. He reached down to a soft cheek, running his calloused and dry fingers along the skin, smirking. He positioned himself in front of the 80 inch screen, observing each inmates different Wonderland. It was joyous to see his father’s work put to the test and now, William Archibald Jr would succeed his father and finish what he started so many years ago.
He removed a vile from his coat, linking it swiftly with the multi-intervenes of each patient, lacing the hallucinogenic and mental stimulants into their blood streams. Now the true Project: Wonderland would commence.
--
As the drugs coursed through your body in the real world, your vision began to blur in wonderland. Images of rotting foliage, bloody rivers, demented creatures and gooey black sludge ran rampant. The pain momentarily began to subside as you opened your eyes, enveloping the new wonderland into your senses and consciousness.
In the distance you could hear spitting and screeching, buzzing and roaring – sounds of anger and malice waiting to rip into your mind. What was happening?!
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