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"Beautiful glass used to reveal ones self..."



Kicking the older man in his side ribs, Stanton glared at his manager. An aura of pure rage and hate encircled him as he wiped the blood away from his lip. "Next time when I say I quit, I mean it!" he yelled before kicking the man again and spitting blood at the ground.

His boss had tried to keep him in the buisness of underground boxing, but Stanton had grew tired of that. He hated the ring and the other moron at the opposite end. The only reason he had started was he needed quick cash for his mother's hospital bill.

Pulling up his hood over his head and balling his fists into his pockets, the twenty year old walked out of the alley and further away from the incoming sirens. Walking past the thrift stores, he eyed every person passing him on the sidewalk. He wasn't in the mood to fight and prefered not to be questioned by these morons about his bruises.

Stiring clear of the main road, he sidetracked into a diserted alley way that happened to be a short cut to his apartment. Hearing a soft whispering ahead of him, Stanton looked up, trying to find the source. Seeing a small mirror, cracked in the middle, leaning against the wall, he shivered. Never once had he ever liked those things. In fact he cursed them, and now one was blocking his path.

Pacing to get home faster, Stanton didn't notice the sudden squeeze on his leg holding him in place. Instead he fell foward and landed on his palms. "What the f**k?!" he cursed, crimson eyes scanning the empty path. Feeling a rough tug on his leg, he found himself being dragged further to the mirror. "S**t!" he tried to hold onto something that would halt his movement but the ground was barren. He closed his eyes tight as he was pulled into the mirror.

Cadel Darkkon




Cadel Darkkon was now a wanted man. For just a few moments ago he had stolen several items from the local supermarket. Cadel raced from the yelling manager and security guard that were yelling and screaming for him to halt or slow down. "Why would i?" Cadel snickered to himself as he ran over cars and pushed people out of the way. Cadel eventually outran the overweight security guard and the manager.

He ducked into a dark ally to avoid any unwanted guests. He took out the can of energy drink and a pack of skittles. He plopped down on the ground, leaning against the wall. He opened his stolen snacks and began to indulge in the taste that he had earned. "Ah that hits the spot." He said patting his stomach lightly.

Something in the air began to change. Cadel gulped down the remaining sweets after 10 minutes and tossed the remains away. Cadel began to feel heavy, his legs felt like lead. "What the hell?" He said scrambling to his feet. "

What the ********, s**t i can't move! " He said. He looked across the ally to see a broken mirror taunting him a few feet away. A wave of energy hit him and he was out like a light. The last thing he saw was his feet being dragged toward the broken mirror.

I've lost my way. Your voice is silent
I need you here. To remind me
Show me now. How to find my home.
All I am, Surrender.



Rafe felt like he was in a dream. He was floating around in a white space and he smiled when the white turned into pictures of his mother, father, and himself. He was six years old and it was before his father's accident. He felt tears in his eyes as he felt warmth and happiness circulate through his body at seeing his family together. Soon after, the warm, happy feeling wore off. Rafe moved his hand to the picture as the space turned black and the picture began to get smaller. He screamed for his father to come back and began to cry when he realized that his father wasn't coming back. Rafe fell to the floor and cried when the picture disappeared. He felt someone embrace him and turned to find it was his mother. 'Mother.' he thought.

Rafe's eyes fluttered open slowly. He noticed he had tears in his eyes, but didn't wipe them off. He looked at the ceiling of where he was and sighed softly. 'Where am I?' he thought in confusion. 'Why am I not in the hospital? I would've thought that I would be after those guys beat me up...' He trailed off and stared at the ceiling a little longer before he let his head fall to the side. He noticed a man with markings on his face and huge black wings and a look of indifference. It took his brain a while to register the situation. He gasped in realization and hurriedly sat up only to hiss in pain as he clutched his side. 'Isn't this supposed to be hurting a lot more?!' Rafe thought in alarm as he felt pain lighten. He looked up to the man and gave him a questioning look. "W- who are you? Where am I? W-Why am I not hurt?" he asked frantically as he realized that he had left his mom alone. He moved to get off the bed. "Where's my mother?" he asked as he set a shaky leg on the floor of the room.

Cadel Darkkon



Cadel was slowly phasing into his body once more. He began to regain most of his senses. All eventually returned after a few moments except for his ability to see. Cadel heard a faint sound of footsteps reach him. He finally opened his eyes to see a blurry figure tending to his wounds.

"What the...were am I?" Cadel said weakly, to weak to be heard.

After a moment the figure sharpened and he could see normally. He forced himself up and sighed. He gathered some strength to form a sentence.

"Where am I? Who are you? Why am i here?" He said less gracefully then he had planned. It sounded more like a babel then a coherent sentence.

Cadel Darkkon



"I must be dreaming, i had a little to much soda." Cadel mumbled to himself.

"Sure why not? I could go for some water." Cadel said

Cadel watched as the other used his strange powers. He shook his head as he heard the noise.

"It's ok, alright i'm coming." He said following the other out the door.

Cadel nodded for he was not sure what to expect.

"Beautiful glass used to reveal ones self..."



Rubbing his head as an irritating pang spread through it, Stanton clenched his eyes shut. He raised from his position, before banging his head hard on the railing above him. "What the Hell?!" he shouted as he looked up. Seeing he was under some sort of bed, he assumed falling off is what had awakened him.

Taking a quick look around, he noted he was in a small poorly lite room. "Where the F*** am I?" he questioned as he stood up. Glaring at the glass in the other side of the room, he picked up the nearest object he could find, which was a small clock hanging on the desk, and through it at the mirror. Fragments of the reflecting surface flew in random directions, several shards cutting at his skin, before settling on the floor.

Not caring he had destroyed someone else's property, he grabbed a coat out of the small dresser before stomping over to the door. Kicking it out of frame, he marched down the hallway before pulling up the hood to his new trench coat. Exit was the only thing on his mind at this moment.

If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense.
Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn't.
And contrary wise, what is, it wouldn't be.
And what it wouldn't be, it would.
You see?

You could say he was the sort of Mad Hatter of this world. They went through a looking glass to get here and so there must be some plausibility to Lewis Carroll's book. Perhaps this not so young person was the Mad Hatter of tale. If that was the case, where ever was his March Hare? Well, Zero hadn't the faintest clue. Though, he did have his dormouse. The cute little creature was snuggled up in his arms. He stroked it gently. At his side a tea pot, cup and saucer, sugar, and cream floated along as he walked. His heels clicked wickedly against the floor. It made a shiver run through the dormouse with each collision. A strange sort of smirk decorated his lips.

He opened a nearby door only to see someone walking down the hallway toward him. He paused and walked backwards, curious to see if he walked backwards would that person also go back in time. Apparently they didn't, which sorely disappointed Zero. He walked forward again to stand beside the door. He cocked a head to the side. "Why!" he exclaimed in shock and taking a quick swig of his tea continued, "Are you my dear lost friend?" He placed a slender hand against his cheek and cocked a hip. "Oh my, oh my." He let the hand fall to his side in a swirling sweeping motion.

He ran up to the man and latched onto his arm, the dormouse climbing up to Zero's shoulder. "Come along, come along dear. Don't you know it's time for tea?" He took out a pocket watch and tapped its face. The clock made a ticking noise but never made it past six o'clock.

Poor Stanton was trapped in the winding, maze like house of the Hatter. The exit would be impossible to find... no, nothing was impossible here. It would be improbable to find with out Zero's help. "Come, come, You walk much too slow. How ever do you plan getting ahead of time that way?" He demanded of the young man he assumed to be his March Hare. "But then again," he said thoughtfully, "He doesn't much like being beat."