Into The Unknown

Violate stepped forward and pushed her face into Heather's and looked at her with a wide grin. "The question was simple enough. "Who are you?" She then stepped back and laughed and looked at Clyde. "Keep your temper, fufufu."

She then looked at them both and folded her fingers together. She took big steps until she was behind them.

"I suppose that you have business then? It's a shame really, and as much as I like tweedle dee waiting forever, I'll let you go." She then crossed her arms and looked at them if they looked back at her.

As Clyde felt Heather's hand upon his shoulder, he would grit his teeth and glare at Violate before Heather pulled him away, still visibly pissed off by what Violate did earlier. Clyde was tired of having guns in his face along with having him and Heather endure their lives being put in danger once again. Were they ever going to catch a break?

Hearing Violate once again ask who they were before turning to Clyde, mocking him about his temper and laughing about it, only angering Clyde further as he tried to take another step forward despite Heather holding him back. "Clyde T. Gastin keeps temper where he damn well pleases, woman... Nice ta' meet ya too ya damn laughin' nutjob..." Clyde would say bitterly as he snapped a bit at Violate while introducing himself, although a lot more calm despite his aggressiveness.

Clyde then listened into what Violate had to say next regarding business and that she would let them go, all while calling Clyde tweedle dee, only frustrating him further as he clinched his fists tightly at his sides while shooting Violate a stern glare.

"Look Lady! All we need is to find Ms. Lia Cross 'cause some crazy-ass bitch done kidnapped Dr. Chesna Matu! Okay!? Directions for me and my girl would be nice cuz we're tryin to save her ass before it's too late! Clyde would let out in a fit of frustation, honestly having enough of Violate at this point and just wanting to hurry up, get Lia and get out.

With Violate getting up close into her face, asking her the question again, claiming that it was simple. Heather would stand there, blinking her eyes for a second as she fished for an answer. "Ah..Well..I'm just.." She would let out, honestly not being able to come up with a straightforward answer, thinking into it where she probably just could have said her name, though with all the weirdness of the situation catching up with her, she was thinking quite deep into it.

Soon after though, Violate's next comment seemed to get to Clyde again, causing him to step forward again even though Heather had been trying to hold him back. This would snap her out of it a little as she would click her tongue in frustration. "C-Clyde! Come..On!" Heather would let out, trying to get him to stop before she would hear Violate's next words.

Hearing that she would let them go, a wave of relief came over Heather before she would go to reply to her, cut off by Clyde answering her right away instead. After hearing what he had to say, Heather would nod, looking back over at Violate. "That is what we've come here for."

"I'm late! I'm Late! I'm Late!" Violate chirped and then laughed. "Alice." She said and looked at Heather. "Hurry along. You and the white rabbit obviously have more pressing matters than a perfectly wonderful tea party! Fufufufu!" She smiled at them and tipped her hat. "Oh, and if you see the Jack of Knaves, tell him the tarts were delicious, fufufu."

Violate's eyes then widened and she began to shove the two towards the door. "Change seats!" She declared and pushed them towards the lawn while laughing. She stopped to watch them continue along on their own towards Macha. "Go on!" She said and waited for them to turn around and continue on. When they were no longer looking at her, she would step forward and pull a gun out from her coat pocket and raise it up. She tried to get closer to them just so she was close enough for it to really be good.

She stuck one finger in her ear and then pulled the trigger.

"BLAM!" It would resound as she shot a bullet into the sky.

"What... In The... Blue Hell..." Clyde would say as he looked at Violate and he slowly backed away from her while she declared that she was late over and over, Clyde honestly didn't know what to make of that sudden outburst other than to solidify his suspicion that Violate was bat-shit crazy.

"W-White Rabbit!?" Clyde would let out upon hearing Violate's nickname for him, glaring at her with his teeth gritted down while clinching his fists at his sides, staying in that position as Violate suddenly shoved them towards the door. "H-Hey!" Clyde would let out before being pushed towards the lawn off to the side with Heather, stumbling a bit with his boot covered foot rotating round and round like a wheel till he adjusted himself. "GODDAMMIT! QUIT IT!" Clyde would yell out with his fists clinched and raised, glaring at Violate as he did so. He was tempted to say something else to her but felt it was pointless, especially since she was so troublesome, enough time had been wasted with her anyway.

But just as Clyde turned around and adjusted his hat, before looking over at Macha and proceeding to make his way towards the front door of the mansion, he heard the worst thing to ever grace his years since last year. Without warning, a loud gunshot would ring throughout Clyde's ears from behind and cause to suddenly leap up several feet in the air towards the small steps up to the Mansion's front door. "HEATHER-I'MHIT!!!" Clyde would yell out while stumbling on the steps as he landed there, believing he was already hit upon hearing the gunshot. His eyes opened wide as he frantically searched his arms and torso for Gunshot wounds while flashbacks of the murders he committed back home in Texan and the shooting he suffered at the bar in front of Dante and Alessa would begin to flash in his mind, leaving him sweating profusely and panting heavily.

His heart was racing as he took several frantic steps towards the mansion door while turning his body until he faced Violate, swearing it was the Sheriff's Daughter he had murdered. The sight of the woman terrified Clyde and it kept him in a state of shock and fear as stared at her (Violate) with absolute horror. He would then scramble backwards towards the doorway where Macha stood, backing up until he tripped on the last step and fell down on his rear in front of Macha, the back of his head hitting her knee lightly. From there Clyde would remain frozen in shock like a Traumatized Soldier suffering from shell shock, staring off into space while gasping frantically, trembling in a cold sweat, feeling like he had endured those 2 traumatic moments all over again.

"W-wait a minute, why do you keep calling me Alice?? Wh-and..the Jack of Knaves?? Come on now.." Heather would let out, completely confused and flustered at all Violate was saying before she would begin to shove them towards the door. She would let out a little sigh of frustration, wishing that whatever was going on was a bit more clear to her, but she would have to deal with it for now.

She would hear Clyde's frustration at her shoving, causing her to shrug her shoulders a little bit, slightly amused by how worked up he was getting. If she was confused, Clyde just seemed downright angry at the whole situation. As they turned towards the door, Heather would shoot a glance over at Macha, about to open her mouth and say something when suddenly the gunshot would ring out. "Kyaa!" Heather would let out as she would crouch down a bit, covering her ears and shutting her eyes tight, startled by it quite a bit as she would stand and spin herself around.

"Wh-what the--" She would let out before she would hear Clyde's dramatic yelling from the noise, seeing as he would stare at Violate with that horrific look, tripping backwards and breathing like he was. "Clyde??" Heather would let out, quickly running to his side and kneeling next to him.

"Clyde! Clyde it's OK, nothing happened, she just shot in the air! Relax!" She would let out, going to hug him tight to calm him down as she looked over at Violate, not really knowing what to say or do following that.

Violate held her smoking gun out in front of her and looked at the two of them with the cruelest eyes she had. Her thin smile said all it needed to. Maybe she had fired a warning shot and really was going to just shoot them now. Her head lowered and she took a single step forward. She glanced from Heather to Clyde and lifted up her free hand and tilted her hat.

"We're all mad here." She said quietly and then let out a loud laugh, hunching over a bit.

Macha quietly looked down at the two. "This way please." She said in a soft and gentle voice. She then turned and held opened the door for the two of them to enter into the spacious foyer which lead to all other parts of the room.

As the gunshot rang out though his ears, Clyde kept his eyes fixated on the imaginary figure of the Sheriff's Daughter who held out her pistol towards him with those hate-filled, teary eyes that Clyde remembered so clearly. He would have remained frozen in that state of frantic fear had the warmth of his lover not comforted him. Hearing Heather's voice as she held on to him tightly, Clyde's heavy breathing would slow as he clung onto to Heather desperately, slowly calming down as he heard her speak, the image of the Sheriff's daughter beginning to fade away and turn back into Violate, whom Clyde would see staring at him with those cruel eyes, smiling down at him and Heather while she titled her at to them.

"We're all mad here." Were the words spoken by Violate before she busted out into loud laughter. That joke, that laugh, it all infuriated Clyde to no end. Her joke wasn't funny, it was downright cruel and she had the nerve to laugh about it. Clyde couldn't take it, his eyes would narrow onto Violate hatefully, gritting his teeth as he heard that laugh, not even hearing what Macha said or even noticing her open the door. This was the last straw, Violate had to pay.

"That ain't funny..." With a feral scowl upon his face, Clyde pushed away from Heather, hastily scrambled on all fours until he could push himself onto his feet while running, closing the distance between the two quickly before drawing back his right fist while his left arm stretched out to try and grab Violate by the wrist on the arm that held the gun, trying to knock it away before attempting to let loose a savage straight right fist with all his rage and power behind it. "That Ain't Funny!!!!" Trying to send it right towards Violate's face and punch her lights out.

Violate gripped her gun a little tighter as she saw Clyde fly off the handle. It was even better than she had imagined. He had lost control. He had never had it to begin with though. The second he stepped into her world, he'd given it up. Alice had understood a little bit, even without understanding at all but this boy was obstinate.

She dangled her wrist out just long enough to make it enticing for Clyde And then reeled it in. Violate didn't like fighting unless she had to but she'd been around enough of it to know when someone was throwing a bad punch. She stepped to the side and tried to leave her leg out to trip Clyde to the ground.

Whether he fell or just kept running forward, Violate would click the hammer back on her gun so it made a loud snapping notion. "Why do you hate Alice?" She asked. "Without you around, she would never make it through Wonderland. You're life's too worthless to end but if you are TRYING to die, as it seems you are, then I'd be happy to shoot you, fufufu."

As Clyde went forth with the massive punch he threw at Violate, his eyes would widen as Violate stepped to the side and left her leg out for Clyde to trip over, causing the Texan to stumble forth with his wild momentum until he fell over and crashed onto the ground, hitting his forehead in the process, his face slightly buried in the dirt. Picking his head up, Clyde would spit out some dirt before sharply turning his head towards Violate, ready to attack, but paused when he heard the hammer from Violate's hammer click, freezing in place and glaring at her as he did so.

"Hate Alice? You mean Heather!? The hell you talkin' 'bout!? I don't hate her, ya freaky dumbass!" Clyde would snap to Violate before he heard her continue on, going silent as she spoke but saying that without him she'd never make it though wonderland, whatever the hell that meant. She then went onto say that if he wanted to die, she'd be happy to obliged his death wish. Clyde narrowed his eyes at her after hearing that, gritting his teeth as he dealt with the fact that Violate had bested him and that any act of retaliation would result in death.

"Why the hell don't you try speakin' normal for once, goddammit! I'm tired of all your complicated talkin' that don't make no sense! I don't even know what the hell you're talkin' about with all this Alice in Wonderland shit, ya crazy bitch!" Clyde would let out angrily as he sat up on the ground, staring at Violate, hesitant to make any sudden moves.