Here is the next installment in my Arkham Asylum Series. I hope you enjoy and feel free to leave a comment, a like if you enjoy and let me know what you think
By Kirsty Kell 2017©KellProductions
In a forest, a familiar forest, sits ‘The Mad Hatter’ in his domain. Sitting at the table set up for a tea party, a grand magnificent luxurious tea party. Everything is very colourful and bright, filling the atmosphere with joy and happiness. The Mad Hatter sitting at the top, observing his spread and feeling proud of himself. He’s in all green, bouncing around, excited, hyper. He looks like a cartoon character, very bold and distinctive facial features. Short and slender, very lively and energetic. Suddenly, he jumps off the table and bursts with anticipation.
Hatter: It’s almost time! She will be here soon.
Hare: Who Mad Hatter?
Hatter: Alice OF COURSE! It’s almost time.
Door mouse: Oh! It IS almost time.
Hatter: Be ready everyone! Stations! I want it all to be perfect! She will love it. My Alice
Everyone scatters to their positions, like playing a role in a play, prepared and ready. Everyone very excited and enthused. In their places stood like statues, they wait. And wait some more.
Door mouse: How long do we wait?
Hare: Soon I hope soon. I’m hurting.
They all go quiet again. And wait. Some time goes by and moral is starting to fall and so is the energy, a part from the Mad Hatter’s.
Door mouse: Uh. Uh. Ahhhh. I can’t hold it anymore.
The Door mouse relaxes, and like a domino effect so does the Hare. The Mad Hatter sees red.
Hatter: GET BACK UP! DO YOUR POSE!
Hare: But Hatter, it’s too hard.
Door Mouse: I am becoming stiff.
Hatter: I DON’T CARE! GET BACK UP GET BACK UP!
The Mad Hatter jumps down and circles them, getting more angered and getting aggressive.
Hatter: NO NO NO NO NO! This isn’t what is supposed to happen.
He starts stomping his feet, and storming back and forward.
Hatter: This isn’t supposed to happen.
Hare: Hatter yo-
Hatter: She’s supposed to be here
Door mouse: Please Hatter-
Hatter: She isn’t supposed to be this late.
The Hare and Door Mouse start to get very scared of the Mad Hatter as his aggression grows and eats away any joy and happiness there was. Mad Hatter points and the Hare
Hatter: WHY ISN’T SHE HERE?!
Hare: I don-
Hatter: WHERE IS SHE?! WHERE IS SHE?! THIS IS ALL WRONG! ALL WRONG.
As his anger builds and builds he lashes out and smashes his cup on the table.
Quickly anger turns to sadness and realisation he’s went too far.
Hatter: This isn’t right. How did I do this? It’s not right.
The Mad Hatter frantically tries to fix the tea cup.
Hatter: I can fix this. I can fix it. It’ll be okay. She will come then.
The Hare circles him.
Hare: But will she?
Door mouse: Is Alice really coming?
Defeated the Mad Hatter slumps into his chair
Hatter: She is I swear.
Hare: You did it again Hatter.
Door mouse: Scared another one away
Hatter: I didn’t, I did it right this time.
Colours of the forest start to fade into ash, the flowers and trees slowly die and deteriorate. Everything turns grim and bleak. Beautiful rounded colours and shapes become ragged and sharp, dull and deathly. The forest floods with despair and terror. A terror of fear and loneliness. The Hare and Door mouse are now grotesque deformed creatures barely audible, demonised. This isn’t the beautiful Wonderland the Mad Hatter sought for, or craved. Depression sets into the Mad Hatter.
Hatter: She’s not coming?
Door mouse: No – Hatter – she – is not
Hare: You – are – all – alone
Door mouse: Always – alone
Hare: Friends? – People? – Love? –
Door mouse: Love – is – out of – your – reach – Hatter
Hare: You – don’t – deserve – love
Hatter: I do…
Hare: No – one – could love – you
Door mouse: No – one
Hare: She – will – never – come.
Door mouse: Never
Hatter: My Alice?
Door mouse: Never coming
Hare: All alone
Hatter: My Alice!
Hare: All – alone
Door mouse: All alone
Hare: ALL ALONE!
Hatter: Alice? Help?
Hare: Alone –
Door mouse: Alone –
Hatter: Please –
Hare and Door mouse in chant:
Hatter: STOP!!! Just STOP! PLEASE –
The Mad Hatter throws his hands into his head. Beaten and overwhelmed. After some time to collect himself, he brings himself to look around. He sighs with disappointment, he’s back in his cell room. Same basic bed, basic toilet and basic sink. Nothing else. Nothing different. Everything still unwelcoming, miserable and dreary. Except his solace in the corner. His books are his relief, his passion, his life. His only bit of light in this dark, gloomy and sinister life. He looks down to see grasped in his hands his favourite book. One that he is obsessed with, infatuated with. It reads ‘Alice’s Adventure in Wonderland’ by Lewis Carroll. He clasps it close to his chest, and settles back down to try and make the perfect dream.