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The Hatter sat in his dark cell, the only light in his room was that of the light entering outside of his cell from the hall. The Hatter's hat was bloodstained, it was covered in fresh and dried blood; a bloody card remained on the side of his hat and withering rose was perched near it. He had an empty look in his eyes with a mad grin, his right hand was cuffed to the pipe on the wall, the Hatter trailed the pipe, it led to the sink next to the bench he was sitting on. He watched water leak out of the pipe on the ceiling, he giggled. The guard looked into the cell, "Hey Hatty, cut out that look or I'll have to beat the s**t out of you again." The guard hit the cell with his sword, sending a loud clang into The Hatter's ears. The Hatter screamed, over exaggerating, then silently he hung his head, "Psycho..." The guard muttered but the Hatter heard him, the Hatter hears all even the voices in his head that tell him to find Alice. The Hatter's head looked up, his eyes darting around the room with a confused look on his face, "Alice...Where are you my dear....?" The guard hit the metal bars of the cell again, "Shut up! Hatter!" The Hatter laughed, kicking the floor beneath him and singing, "I'll give you some tea, just promise me pleas~" He repeated those words, never seizing to stop; he sang it with such cheer, a cheery attitude he used to do for real but now it was just an act. The cell door opened with a creek and the guard went in with a serious look in his face, "I've had enough of your crap....I'm going to have so much fun beating up your a**..." The guard dropped his sword onto the floor with a loud clang, closed the cell door behind him slowly, turned around to grin at the Hatter and approached him. The guard sent a punch towards the Hatter's face and the Hatter's head jerked to the side and he fell onto the floor, he felt the pain of the punch and it was as if someone hit him in the face with a brick but he only laughed, he took the hit and simply found it amusing that the guard was trying to intimidate him. "Good hit cardy!! Hit me with another!!!" The Hatter wasn't stupid, he did the same thing to his prisoners of war whenever he captured an enemy soldier but he intimidated them to get answers and to strike fear with his insane ways, like cutting off their limbs and dousing it with an acidic liquid. The guard was getting angry, he sent a barrage of punches at the Hatter, he repeatedly punched him in the stomach. The Hatter grunt at every hit, for him it felt like someone applying so much pressure on his stomach, but he was enduring it till the end. The guard stopped when the Hatter coughed up blood on his uniform, it was dark red and warm, some splattered on the Hatter as well as the floor. "Had enough?" The Hatter looked up at him, a grin still on his face with blood dripping out of the ominous smile, "Is that the best you can do?~" The Hatter spit up more blood at the guard, angering the guard more when it landed on the guard's shoes; the guard picked up his sword and returned to the Hatter. "I'm not allowed to kill you...But I am allowed to teach you some manners..." The Hatter scoffed and used his foot to point at the guard, "Is that how you treat your superior ranks? Tsk. Tsk. Tsk..." The guard growled and stabbed the Hatter in the leg with his barbed sword, the Hatter flinched and let out a howl of pain; the barbs on the blade were facing outwards, when it sunk deep into his flesh the Hatter's head hung low, panting quietly to himself.
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The Hatter's navy blue hat fell onto the small puddle of blood, the hat mixed with the blood adding more stains to it; the Hatter only watched, unable to retrieve his hat, as the guard kicked it aside. "You've lost your ranking, Hatter....You're nothing but a crazy man who wishes for some girl's company..." Hatter knew who this girl that the guard spoke of, the girl who calmed him down during his blind fits of rage, the girl who was important to him until she left, Alice....? No...Alice....Where did my Alice go...Not my Alice.. Hatter tried to shake his other hand free from his restraint, it rattled as he tried to shake free, his other hand was useless at this situation. ''What was her name? Alice? You want to know something about Alice?....She was a ******** slut you moron...." Hatter breathed heavily, he looked at the guard, he was keeping as much distance as he could from the Hatter. Hatter could taste the fear, the guard knew what the Hatter was capable of and it made him laugh. No one talks about Alice like that...No one talks about Alice like that....Kill him.....Let him learn his lesson....Let him suffer... Hatter watched the guard remove the sword out of his leg, the pain was unbearable as the guard slowly removed the barbed blade. Quickly, the Hatter grabbed the guard by his shoulder; he smirked and slammed the guard's head on the hilt of the sword. The Hatter screamed as the blade went back into his leg, but the guard was knocked out at least; the Hatter reached for the keys on the guard, he shuffled through them in search of the right one, humming as he looked. Hatter used the keys on his cuff and freed himself; he ripped the sword out of his leg with a howl. He looked at the sword, the barbed tips of the sword had parts of his clothing as well as his blood and flesh; the Hatter smirked then tossed it aside. He sat on the ground, watching the blood drip out of his leg. The Hatter staggered as he got up, he limped towards the cell door but with every step came with a sharp sensation of pain. He looked at his leg, there was too much blood and it stained his pant leg. As he reached for the cell door he felt a horrible pain in his leg, it was as if something was being shoved into his wound, he turned to see that the guard regained consciousness and stuck his middle and index finger deep into his leg wound. The guard slowly turned his finger in the wound and forced his fingers deeper into the wound, the guard's fingers were bending in his leg and it drew out more blood. The Hatter fell down, he turned and kicked the guard with his other leg but it didn't stop the guard.
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The Hatter did his best to endure the pain, he grabbed the guards arm and pulled his fingers slowly out of his leg, it was difficult as the guard kept forcing his fingers back into the wound. He shouted out loudly as he yanked out the guard's fingers, he used the back heel of his shoe and kicked the guard on the side of his head. The guard let out a grunt, the Hatter got up again and picked up the guard by his shoulder; he smashed his head on the mirror in his cell. The guard clawed at the Hatter's hands, he begged for the Hatter to stop but the Hatter let out a hysterical laugh. He continued to smash the guard's head on the mirror until fragments of glass fell on the ground, Kill....Him...MAKE HIM SUFFER...Kill him slowly.... The Hatter grinned and dropped the guard onto the floor, he picked up a big piece of glass from the mirror and he sat on the guard. The Hatter grabbed the guard by the neck; he held the piece of glass tightly which made himself bleed out by the shards that pierced his skin, "Say sorry..." The Hatter laughed as he watched the guard's terrified expression, he found pleasure in seeing fear in others' eyes. He enjoyed how their eyes begged and it just made him want to kill them. "I-I'm sorry…I-I'm very so-" The Hatter stabbed the guard in the eye, the Hatter could feel the piece of glass piercing the guard's eye and going through the meaty flesh. The guard let out a terrifying screech as the Hatter turned the piece of glass in the guard's eye socket; he drew out blood from the guard's socket. The guard's warm blood only increased the Hatter's blood lust and he enjoyed the scent of blood, the metallic smell was one of the things he enjoyed about blood; he tugged on the piece of glass, the guard's scream amplified. The eyeball was stuck on the piece of glass and it was still connected to his head with a wire of flesh, he looked at the eye. The eyeball was destroyed; it looked nothing like itself anymore and was more like chunks of meat on the shard of glass. The Hatter laughed, he yanked at the piece of glass with all his might, attempting to break the wire of flesh connecting the guard's eye to his head. The guard cried as the pain intensified, the Hatter looked at the eye, it was out of its socket but the wire still had its hold on the eyeball. The Hatter reached for another piece of glass and repeatedly stabbed the guard in his arm, he was tearing up the skin on the guard's arm and leaving nothing but exposed muscles. Hatter knew that these guards could take a hit but they felt pain and he enjoyed causing pain to the guard, he laughed as he stabbed the guard, he didn't kill him...Not yet anyway... "Hatter!! Enough! You can't kill him..." Hatter stopped and turned towards the familiar voice, the voice that brightened his day when he was upset. The tone of voice wasn't assertive but it was casually spoken as if it was scolding a child. It was angelic and kind but something in the voice was different; he turned in hopes of seeing the only person he wanted to face. "Alice...?"
